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Updated: June 12, 2025
They seemed to hide along the hedges, to lurk among the bushes, red roses and white. On the hill, across the valley, I saw the little cemetery with its white stones. I arrested my steps and took off my hat. The dust of Hillars lay there. I stood motionless for some time. I had loved the man as it is possible for one man to love another.
It is true that the description of Hillars and myself tallies somewhat, only my hair is dark, while his is light, what there is left of it, and he is a handsomer man than I. All this I should have told you with pleasure, and you would have been saved no end of trouble. I presume that there is nothing left for you to do but to carry me back to the city.
In Hillars's case, since the wind does not blow from the first three, it must necessarily blow from the fourth. You know him better than I do; so you must certainly know that Hillars is not a man to drink because glory or power or wealth refused to visit him." "You are a very discerning young man," said I, whereat he laughed. "Did he get my cable?" "No.
If it was any other man I'd throw him over in short order. But I feel sorry for Hillars, and I am going to give him another chance. I want you to go over and take care of him if possible. The London work is not new to you. You can handle that and Hillars too. If you can keep him in check " I shuddered. The word "check" jarred on my nerves. "What's the matter?" asked the editor.
"Yes, it is a trick, and I am taking it, and you have lost a point, to say nothing of the time and labor and a black eye. If you had asked all these questions yesterday I should have told you that Mr. Hillars " "Yes, that's the name!" he interrupted. "I should have told you that he is no longer the London representative of my paper.
What's that?" holding his hand to his ear. "Horses. Come, I'm not going to take any risk." So we made a run for the inn. In the twilight haze we could see two horsemen coming along the highway at a brisk gallop. "By the Lord Harry!" Hillars cried excitedly; "the very men I have been dodging all day. Hurry! Can you put me somewhere for the time being? The garret; anywhere."
The mystery of life seems simple to us who have lived most of it, and can look down through the long years. During the first year of my residence in London there happened few events worth chronicling. Shortly after my arrival Hillars disappeared. His two months' vacation stretched into twelve, and I was directed to remain in London.
On her face there was that half smile called consciousness of triumph. Hillars was gazing at her with his soul swimming in his eyes. And I I had a wild desire to throw myself at her feet, then and there.
It had been a bad morning for me. The wounded lieutenant had been carried away the night before, and there had not been anything for me to do but wander about waiting. "Will you help me with the Rhine wine?" asked Hillars. "No. My head is fuddled enough as it is." "Then you must let me do all the talking." "And why you?" "I shall know better how to irritate them," with a laugh.
"Gott!" cried the innkeeper, discovering me, "but I am glad to see you, Herr. Your friend has been hurt, badly, badly." "My God!" I cried. The hand and wrist of the innkeeper which encircled Hillars were drenched in blood. "Yes. A bullet somewhere in his chest. Help me down with him. He is not dead yet. I'll tell you the story when we have made it comfortable for him."
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