Part 37 (1/1)

”You knew S----, didn't you?” he said

”Yes; what of it?”

”You kneas dead, didn't you?”

”What!” I said

”Yes, he died of fever, this ”

I looked at hi for a moment

”Too bad,” he said ”A clever boy, Louis Awfully clever I feel sorry for his father”

It did not take long to verify his statement His name was in the perfunctory death lists of the papers the nextNo other notice of any sort Only a half-dozen seemed to know that he had ever lived

And yet it seeedy had happened--he was so ambitious, so full of plans His dreams were so near fulfillment

I saw the little grave afterward and the empty studio His desks revealed several inventions andThere was no one to continue the work

My feeling at the tihted, war scene, and then suddenly that it had been puffed out before my eyes, as if a hundred bubbles of iridescent hues had been shattered by a breath We toil so reen door is opened

We are through it, and its grassy surface has sealed us forever from all which apparently we so