The Right of Way, Volume 1.

La Patrie! La Patrie! All about the War in France! All about the massacree!" Bells-wedding- bells-were ringing also, and the jubilant sounds, like the call of the newsboy, were out of accord with

urch-tower the bells were ringing-to the church doors, from which gaily dressed folk were issuing to the carri

ed it, blew on it, rubbed it with his handkerchief, and screwed it carefully into his eye again, his rather bushy brow gathering over it strongly, his look sharpened to more active thought. He stared straight across the square at a figure in heliotrope, whose face was turned to a m

nd his eyes withdrew from the woman in heliotrope and the man in scarlet, and loitered among the leaves of the tree at the window. The softness of the green, the cool h

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t was smooth, fresh, and immobile. The only point where the mind and meaning of the man worked according to the law of his life was at the eye, where the monocle was caught now as in a vise. Beh

d hopelessness at once-and turned to a little cupboard behind him. The chair squeaked on the

ut a small glassful, drank it off eagerly. As he put the bott

e rang a bell. A clerk entered. "Ask Mr. Wantage to come for a moment," he

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to a letter which had lain open at his hand while he had been sitting there. For a quarter of an hour he studied the books and papers, then, all at once, his fingers fastened on a point and sta

gasped. "Bil