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Updated: June 13, 2025
So we closed up with him, and he repeated to us what he had evidently said before to Monty. "Maga says I let her go scouting she says she met a man who told her that Miss Gloria Vanderman and a party of seven were attacked on the road, but escaped, and now have doubled on their tracks so that they are far on their return to Tarsus." Rustum Khan met Monty's eyes, and his lips moved silently.
Monty's puzzled smile was in no wise reciprocated by the Captain, whose red face evidenced a growing resentment. He began a tirade, but a wink from the club man warned him. Shirley replaced the receiver, and the regular attendant resumed his place at the switchboard. The lad was curious at the unusual ability of the wealthy Mr. Shirley to handle the bewildering maze of telephone attachments.
Of course he understands that it's to lead to a divorce; but you must seem genuinely anxious to get Dartie back you might practice that attitude to-day." Winifred sighed. "Oh! What a clown Monty's been!" she said. Soames gave her a sharp look. It was clear to him that she could not take her Dartie seriously, and would go back on the whole thing if given half a chance.
I retain an impression of myself, as I walked homeward through the darkness, moving along the summits above Y Ravine. I was listening to the nervous night-firing of the Turk, who was apprehensive of something in the morning, and hearing in my mind Monty's last words: "Forget those things which are behind, and press towards the mark of your high calling."
"I thought you might be nervous about the storm and " "And you came to let me out?" Monty had never been so happy. "Yes, and I don't care what the others say. I thought you were suffering " But at that moment the boat gave a lurch which threw her across the threshold into Monty's arms. They crashed against the wall, and he held her a moment and forgot the storm.
Somehow, in the beauty of the Mudros night, I felt a spring of new hope in our campaign. We would win in the end. And with this re-born confidence went nobler resolutions for myself. To-morrow I would resume moral effort. To-morrow I would begin again. The story of our two-months' delay at Mudros is largely the story of Monty's eccentricities.
For years I've been entertained at people's houses and have been taken cruising on their yachts. They have always been bully to me, and what have I ever done for them? Nothing. Now that I can afford it, I am going to return some of those favors and square myself. Doesn't it sound reasonable?" And so preparations for Monty's dinner went on.
"Well, padre," the Staff Officer was saying, as he handed back Monty's papers, "I'm at a loss what to do with you." "The Army always is at a loss what to do with padres," rejoined Monty pleasantly, as he took the papers and placed them in a pocket. "However, you needn't worry, because, having got so far, I'm going on this blooming boat."
The man put his arms around the animal, and hugging him closely, kissed his head. The cat purred louder than ever, and presently laying his head against Monty's cheek, he drew a long breath and sank into a peaceful slumber. Monty was himself again. He was no longer alone. Tom, the cat, had come to him in the hour of his agony and had brought the solace of a love that did not heed his ugliness.
The head missionary was not there to say good-by to, life in his case being too serious an affair to waste minutes of a precious morning on farewells, so we packed Fred into the waiting carriage and drove all the way to Mersina, where we interrupted Monty's mid-afternoon game of chess.
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