like the hissing of a snake, and as he would have met a

time:2023-11-28 17:10:54 author:reading

"Once. They are at the Mount Nelson, and Carew and I called on them there. They are leaving for De Aar, Monday."

like the hissing of a snake, and as he would have met a

"He goes with me to Maitland. He is Trooper Carew now."

like the hissing of a snake, and as he would have met a

The girl sat staring thoughtfully out across the lawn.

like the hissing of a snake, and as he would have met a

"I wonder what sort of a soldier he will make," she said, half to herself. Weldon faced her sharply.

"Because life is an embodied joke to him."

Weldon rose a little stiffly. His call had lasted its allotted time; nevertheless, under other conditions, it might have lasted even longer. He liked Ethel Dent absolutely; yet now and then she had a curious fashion of antagonizing him. The alternations of her cordial moments with her formal ones were no more marked than were the alternations of her viewpoint. As a rule, she looked on life with the impartial eyes of a healthy-minded boy; occasionally, however, she showed herself hidebound by the fetters of tradition, and, worst of all, she wore the fetters as if they lay loosely upon her. At such moments, he longed acutely to impress her with his own point of view, as the only just one possible.

"I think perhaps you don't fully understand Carew, Miss Dent," he said courteously, yet with a slight accent of finality. "He laughs at life like a child; but he lives it like a man. I have known him since we were boys together; I have never known him to shirk or to funk a difficult point. If the Scottish Horse ever sees the firing line, it will hold no better trooper than Harry Carew."

He bowed in farewell and turned away. Looking after him, Ethel Dent told herself that Weldon's simple words had been descriptive, not only of his friend, but of his loyal, honest self.


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