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Show G6 'l‘lll‘l ll.\l{l{ l‘ltllilCH'l‘ THE SCHOOL-HOUSE But I want to hegin. to hegin. to heginl l want to see what its like. to find what there is tl iere that frightens them, 01' makes them happy. who died. We had a young otlieer in our hospi tal He was too ill . . he could tell us nothiirr but something he was at in the middle ot'. . . . "'ho was‘it? "hat was it? I must he there. hunt it out. tind tl lat l‘m strong enough not. to be afraid ot' IIIhI/HIt/Ifl." She sudden ly dropped her he was so excited by something . . changing with sharp ahruptness. "And .lohn‘.' voice. He‘s not happy here. is he t" "You should know." l answered, "hetter tl tan any of us." "\Vliy should 1 know in she replied, flaming out at me. I ‘s V 3011 always hlame me about him, but you are unfair. I want him to he happy-J would make him so if I could. .int he's so strange, so dill‘erent from his time at the hos- pital. He will scarcely speak to me or to any one. Why can‘t he he agreeable to every one it I want them to like him but how can they when he wont t alk to them and runs away if they come near him? He's disappointed perhaps at its being so quiet here. It isn't what he expected to find it, but then isn‘t that the same for all of us? And we don't sulk all day. He's disappointed with me perhaps but he won't tell me what he wants. If I ask him he only says ‘Oh, it's all r-right-it's all r-right"I hate that ‘all r~righty of your languagwso stupid! VVh 67 anything he's at once so miserahle. . . . I don't. understand, I don't. understand?" she cried, raising her hands with a little despairing gest'u re. "How can he have been like that in l'etrograd, and now like this!" "Give him time, Marie lvanovua." I answered her. "This is all new to him. confusing, alarming. lle‘s led a very quiet life. He‘s very sensitive. lle cares for you so deeply that the slightest thing wounds him. lle would hide that. if he could-it's his tragedy that he can't." She would have answered had not. supper arrived and with it. our whole company. Shall l ever know a more hean titnl night? .\s we. sat there the moon came up, red-gold and full: the stars were clustered so thickly hetween the trees that their light lay heavy like smoke upon the air. The litt le garden seemed to he never still as our eandlelight hlew in the hreexe; so it. hovered and tremhled ahout us. the trees hending heneath their precious load ol' stars. shudder- ing in their happiness at so good an evening. We sat there as though we had known that. it was to ho our last. night of peace. . . . Many times the glasses ol' tea were tilled. many times the little hlne [in hoxm of sweets were pushed up and down the tahlo, many tinns tho rhina teapot on the top ol' the samovar was led with fresh ll‘d. many times spoons were dipped into the strawlwrrv at a purpose not to say jam and then plunged into the glasses of tea. surh twin"; the lill\>lllll pleasure. My silence urged her to a warmer de- 'l‘here Ut't‘lll‘l't d then an unt'ortunate incident. Some one had said something ahont lingland: there h-nl hm-n a jolw "And then he makes such mistakes-always everythingr wrong that he's asked to do. Doctor Semyonov laughs at him~but 0f eonrsel He's lik e a little boy, a man as old then alwut "sportsmen." some allusion was made to some Nd stor‘J ronnwtwl with im'wll', and l had lau'v‘hintrly tal.en Hp lli"lt‘ll;tllt‘ll‘.'t'. Suddenly Heloy'onov lI'.tllv‘ll nt'ross‘ tho as he is. I We and spoke to 'l‘rs‘in-hard. if he wants something?" I said nothing. lC‘llCe. 011! ADd Englishan are always so practical, capable. speak to him; Mr. Durward; you can, please. If I say 'l‘rezn-hard. who had hoen .‘llt'llt throig'hont the. meal, mininth-I‘Sl'wd lllt‘ ""55"" |