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His voice had a funny, stranger ring amid the clink of silver, and the battle of laughter, and the wing of the music in one of the most fav- ored night spots in New York. “Scotch and soda, two,” Terry said to the waiter. Gloria and he had another drink. “But Africa! Of all places!” Gloria There was music at the mement and the dancers on the floor were like high-plumed flowers swaying in a synthetic wind. “I’m terribly, ter- rilbly sorry,” Gloria said. The smashed fortune hadn’t mat- tered so much. What had mattered was Gloria’s golden coldness when the blow fell. For all of her backâ€" ground and bearing, Gloria’s little rounded chin, with the dimple in it, was what sports writers call “glass”. She couldn’t take it. And’ the “it” was Terry without a bankroll that mak$ the wheels go round. “I’m terribly, terribly sorry,” Glor- ia said, prettirly. The young man leaning over the rail of the P. & O. liner as slowly it pulled out of Tillbury Dock, was running; away from himself, because if he had known it he would not have been running away. Terry Mar- quis was that kind. None-the-iess he was running away from himself, a smashed fortune, and Gloria Rob- bins. Telephone And that is why Terry Marquis ORDER BLANKS SHIPPING TAGS BUSINESS CARDS FILING CARDS CIRCULARS TICKETS HANDBILLS CIRCULAR LETTERS OFFICE FORMS The whole thing- was as inevitable as the tides and the phases of the moon. , Neither of them will ever recall just exactly how they met. They think it was over the unconscious antics of a plump missionary wo- man who was trying to shout some- thing in Hindustani to East Indian troops on the dockâ€"who knew only Gujan‘ati. Anyway they met. And that was the beginning of the end. There were people who might have saidâ€"and didâ€"cruelly unkind things a'bout Gladys. There had been one unfortunate episode in her life. They pick on that, made mountains out of it, and Gladys had no defense except to run back to Melbourne, after a pretty tragic time of trying- to be a hit on a London stage. Neither of them knew it was the beginning of the end, for Gladys was running- away, too. Gladys was running back to Melbourne, where, when a man proposed to a girl he meant marriage, and not something else. Gladys Starr was also leaning over the rail, a few feet from Terry, as the liner pulled out of the dock. Gladys was little, as trim as a gunâ€" boat, and the sort of a girl that turns the Terry sort of man into speechlessness‘. Early in 1916 coffee shambas in Africa could be picked- up for a quar- ter of their value, for their owners were being picked off in a war. Terry didn’t believe in war. If he had believed in war, he’d have run up to Canada from New York and joined the Royal Army Flying Corps. He was six feet two, was handy with his fists and was lithe as a panther. But he didn't believe in war. He believed that growing coffee on a s-hamba in Uganda was the thing he wanted’ to do. And then he met Gladys Starr. & O. liner as it pulled out of Til- bury dock in London, a few weeks later, early in 1916. was leaning over the rail of a P THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO It wasn’t drifficult to get 3. Com- mission. out in Uganda and British East Africa in those days, especial- ly, long-legged, clean-living- bronzed young planters like Terry Marquis. The King’s African Rifles was gladl to have him. They sent him out to Bombo to train. They sent him down into the field. And he knew the whine of bullets, and thirst', and foot-slogging. and dust, and all the varieties of hell that go with a trepic- ccuntry war. i He seeme<i to have a charmed life; probably because he didn’t want to have a charmed life. He came through» malaria, dys‘entry, bloodâ€" poisoniug, and enteric. Then a bullet 'Camne April, 1917, when the United' States jumped into a conflagration called the World War. This was something he hadn’t thought of be- fore. He hated war, but he hated licfe worse. He joined up. For the World War was raging in Africa, too. He ebuldn’t forget. How could] he forget the wonder that was Gladys Starr ? The months went by, and he knew there would; never be rest for him again. sagely. But Terry Marquis didn‘t want to take things easy. He wanted to for- get a slip of a girl with a trim, silim figure. He thought of rejoining the boat. But there was such a prosaic thing, as cash. He had practically no money, just enough to pay his fare down to Momlbassa, and his fare from there to the shamlba outside Karmrpala. Teddy Famsworth‘s friend from whom he had bought, the shamba was to meet, him at the boat. There was a balance of a payment“, to be made. When that was done there would be nothing: left but a few rupees. He was gambling on a 1mm chance; and for the second time ir his life Terry Marquis was realizing what it is to be without money. He plunged into his. new life with a vigor that surprised himself, and surprised old settlers. » “Take it easy, lad,” they counselled “No, darling," Gladys said. She said it very softly, as. though she wasn’t sure of herself. But it was a pdsitlve “no,” at that. “Don’t ask me why," she said. There were tears in her blue eyes. Please don’t ask me. Just think of me always as- ‘the Girl of the Red Sea’â€"â€"” Her voice broke on that. It was one of the pet names he had given her. “â€"â€"and: then forget me, you growing coffee in Nug‘anada and I out in 3 Melbourne. rupees. He v chance; and : his life Terry what it; is to That hurt. It hurt far more than what Gloria Rolbbins had done to him, because Gladys Starr was real. “Not goodl enough for you, Terry,” she had said. What did she mean by that? Didn’t the dear nitwit know she was the loveliest thing that had’ ever come into his life? Before he knew what she was do- ing she turned and ran down the deck, and through a door. Terry couldn’t find her. Where she had hid-den herself he could not discover. No amount of brilbing of stewards helped. When he left the boat at Ad-en, early the following morning, it was without a last good-bye to Gladys Starr. , From then on they talked in the clouds. They went ashore together at Gibraltar and Marseille and Port Said, where they bought trinkets, and paid bakshee'sh to a fakir who called Terry “Mr. McGregor," be- cause they liked the idea. Down the Suez Canal they held hands, laughed at the laundry hung out to dry on a. couple of French cruisers in the Bitter Lakes, and thrilled to a. sun- set over Egypt. Together they watched mocmlight over the Red Sea, shining on the Twelve Apostles, those rocky sentinels which stick up like fingers from the water. Under the stars, and the Southern Croes, they clung to each other. and' kissed, They were gloriously, madly in love. “Marry me,” Terry said, his lips against the soft (brownne-ss'of her hair. that last night on board, be~ fore the barren rock that is Aden loomed: up off the stafiboard bow, and he had to change to a 'boat for the African coast. She tugged herself from his arms then, and then went back into his arms. “Kiss me. Terry. Kiss me hard so that my lips will hurt, and I’ll always remember that sweet hurt. Kiss me, Terry.” He bent his mouth to her mouth. “I’ll never let you go," he said: His kiss was tender and adoring- and sweet. She crushed her lips against his lips, hungrily, heartâ€"brokenly. “I'm not good enough for you Terry,” she said, as suddenly she pulled away. “You’re too grantin" “Beautiful!” Terry said, without knowing- he was speaking. “Handsome,” Gladys said. And suddenly they were hand in hand looking over the rail, and chuckling- at the plurmp missionary woman. shouting Hindustani to men who knew only Gujarati. Newmarket vs. Richmond/Hill here tonight in Juvenile play-offs. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her lips against his ear were as caressingly soft as rose pet- als. You’ll never -be an old cripple to me, darling,” she said and chokâ€" ed. “Andâ€"and, I 10ve coffee." Terry Marquis struggled into a. semi-sitting position as though he had been hit. No one but one per- son in the world had‘ a voice like that, soft and throaty, and kind and throbby. No one but one persOn, who was in his thoughts night and day. “Is that all?” he said. “Why that’s nothing to losing- a leg. But I’ll be getting around soon, and back to the shamlba. You won’t, eed two legs to run a shamba. ’ve got a swell place. Want to marry an old cripple, and' help him grow coffee?” Because of the darkness he didn’t see a new V.A.D. worker when she came to the hespital with a draft from Australia. He didn’t see and he didn’t care. He cared» so little about all women except Gladys that he had not bothered to let an order- ly shave him. He looked! like a ban- daged rprophet out of the Bible. get you thing ‘2 " And then1 they were in each oth- er’s arms; and men in near-by beds picked up magazines and newspap~ ers, and became like pukka gentleâ€" men, tremendously interesmed in magazines and newspapers. “I’m not good enough for you,” she said shakily, and. told: him, what she should have done in the first place, about the episode in her life. “And; that’s why,” she said, “oh my darling, that’s why.” The new V. A. D. worker went: into the officers’ ward‘ in the hos- pital. She spoke to Terry Marquis. She said, purely routinely, “Can I Her response was as electric as his own recognition. She dropped to her knees by the bed. “Darling,” she said. “Darling, what have they done to you?” “Darling,” he said. “Darling. It’s I. Don’t you know me? I’m Terry Marquis.” He bent down and l‘tjssedy her tawny head. “Nothing to what you did to me when you ran out on me on the ship,” he said. There was another thing, too. In the charge, when he had been hit, his eyes had been grazed by sword- grass. There were bandages over his eyes. They told him he‘d see all right some day; but in the mean- time he was in darkness. And. that wasn’t pleasant either. ‘ They were kind to Terry in the hospital. But it isn’t pleasant to lie in a hospital without your right leg. and to wish that the bullet had gone higher and hit your heart, and the job would be all over. For now there was nothing to do but lie in bed and: think. Nothing to dlo rbut lie and think of Gladys Starr. for it was a soft-nosed bullet; and it pulverized the thigh bone of his right Leg. MARKHAM ROAD a glass of water, or some- G. 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