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CUR SHORT STORY. I p i MC W'  I ■— j MIX PEARKES WITHERS. I I TYHtb, they say, lies at the bottom ot t 1 well.; but L fancy this mast be intended for a joke, because,, of course, truth doesn't lie i". all. What truth dees is to lurk; and it'a ail tommy-rot about the well, "because it luk5 at the bottom of most things. But I't's always at the bottom all right, and j that's why it takes most of us so long to get down to it. There's, me, for instance! it's taken me thirty-eight years to discover | iiee real truth about myself. Pact! And I might have never found it out at all if taers hadn't been a way, because, in my I;Imel truth was lurking at the bottom of a classification certificate. It waa -at the very bottom of the certifi- cate—almost the last line, in fact. And I doubt whether I sh-ould have found it, even then, if all the other iineso hadut been struck out. So. I suppose you might say, ? iu" s jway, that* it .was pointed out to me by *rii? a yva7, t,at"it d w- th I. doubt whether t? Mdica.l Board, though I doubt whether the Medical Board spotted the whole truth. The line in question says: "C3.—Seden- tary work at home," and something" élbout "batmen," which I don't properly yrasp, never having gone in for cricket or other sports, 'Sedentary work at home," however, I understand osly too well. It's what I've been doing practically all my life. I've been a clerk till rm sick to death of clerking. pushed a pen till I've raised a corn on the second finger of my right hand. I've sat over a de.L- till I walk as if a. desk was walking along in front of me (I've noticed lb often in the mirrors of shop-windows). Bat it had never occurred to me that I was O, and that was a nasty jar. If you'd, asked mtj the question I should tUve said I was Al. In fatft, I've often de- clared I was Al when asked by friends how I felt. Of courso I've been a bit of a martyr to rSdigestion for years, and there's mostly a tottle 01 Mother Thingummy's Digestive Tonic on the kitchen mantelpiece for use after meals; added to which I wear glasses because my eyes water when I haven't got them on; and Clara. says I shuffle. She Bay I shuffle about the house, and she wished to goodnes,i I didn't do iL 't becaii&e it- gets on h nervClS. But I don't mind telling you that that C3, got me properly betow the. belt. t tried to tell myself it had really happened l*>ea.Ur/e I'd so beinstly cold without my clothes that I was all goosey when the doet<MM began to pTod me -about. O' nly th?t t?a wouldn't *ea!!y-work because of ? the -Twqa woi-t? ,,In"t veaflv- wrr- bec.Ws,6of t.,?e thought 'it was more a case ôfClad's nerVB taan my feft, but when they told me to hop 'G;:}- one foot I came to the conclusion that the doctor must have nerves too, for be -yelled out: "Doa't shufBe!" > He also said: "Have you ever had fits?" lad being a bit preoccupied, as it were, on account of the shuffling, I made a silly ass cF myself. I sa id: "Only the ones that Clara j me." "Who's Clara?" inquired the medico, with a grin. "My wife," I replied. "She ought to have come here instead of y>u," be said. "She's probably the better man of the two! Go and get your clothes oo. It was a silly thing for a Medical Board to &Liv, anyhow, and I dido" like it. But I 4-1 it op the way home, and I took O\lt tluit classification certificate again arrd had another look at it. And then z*ll of a csltdden-it was just ae if a bright light came a'ad stone ihto mv brain, inii I saw the L,-ifth, the naked truth, staring at me cold a ad cruel out of that line of print. £ 3!" Ycs, that was mel That was the fall and complete et-ory of my life—the epitome of my whole eareer. "James Martiu-CJ" There it was, all in a nut- ghell I'd grown' up out of a C3 babyhood into a C3 bovhooo, and out. of that into a CcV marliaod. And everything about me was especially my married I;fe Right down at the bottom of the list all the tlIne-a l>roper dud 1 ?? knew I wasa sickly ,kiud of kid It?the ?dia., be?a?ae my mother. u?ed to praeti cally boast about it. I kaew I was ..practi- Md at?choc?, because the other boys used to gn'e me Hckin? and make me be things in t-eir games I didn't want to be. I knew I was a C,3 young chap in my teens and twenties, because I didn't even smoke or cb'ink till after I wae, married, and I didn't go in for sports or anything elæ to speak <?, except fretwork and-oh! yes, mdiges- tl° 'W'hLth- Clera -reoo?:,nis4e-,l ine I don't knov whether Ciara recognLsed me 3:? ? C3 man when she married me. Maybe alie was too dead-set on getting out of the draperv to notice. Clara was out when I reached home, and Vbat was a relief. I didn't feel somehow a$ if I could stand Clara and the truth together till I had got a bit more used to tG. truth! L went into the parlour to do some mora tliinl-i-ng-ani there was all that silly fret- work of miae on the waik. r thnk the eight of it drove me crazy. •-A ay "l how. before I rightly knew- what I was ? at was wrenching it down and pitching it about all ovsr the carpet. Smashed to atoms it was, most of it. -1 felt frightened after I'd done it, but it was no good leaving it there, eo I picked it »i( up, bit by bit, made a heap of it in the back garden, and set tire to it. Then I "blocked the parlour dcor and, hid the key. when Clara came in she atked me how j I'd got on, and I was so sick of all the truth I'd had that day I told her a lie.* "Al," I said. "Then they re a lot of fools," she. cried savagelly" "Xou're no more fit for the Army' tban I am. Mr. Dickextjoa will have to appeal for yoii." i "He won't; I stammered. "It isn't nece6- Sary." is necessary, insisted Clara. "lle n-eedo you in his office, and you'd be worse than useless in the Army. I shall go and him about it to-morrow." Here was a pretty line mess I'd made As far aa I could eee there wa.<; only one way of it, so I pulled myself together. "I forbid you to do anything of the 1sind," I ;aid. iirmly. J She locked at me in a queer, startled way. "Oh." she began, "you forbid-" And then a funny little smile crept along from ttte corner of her mouth, and she went" off iato the kitchen without another word. ihinutee or so later she called up the tttsura to me. "What on earth are you stamping abbut like that for?" she said. "So as not to shuSe," I told her over the banisters. Well, don't do it," zhe commanded. "It's worse!" "It isn't," I protested. "It's better-more ,-nun-L v "It's a bit late in the day for you to try to be more manly." she cried. "What's hap- pened to the parlour key?" I'd been dreading that—dreading it horribly; but there was so help for it. "I've hidden it," I She looked, up the ^tairca«e in astonish- "r"-nt, and then Tan up to me. "What on easth fort" she demanded. "Fve burnt all that rotten old fretwork," I >aid, fixing my eyes on the skylight over. head. ."Jim!" she gasped "Tou'j* SWii" i ea," I agreed. "I know I hm I It's 1)8, agr.. kn0W -{ ¡&.ioO 1 It'a time I was I" She caught, hold of me by tie lapels of my coat,'and* I thought ehe was going to shake me. But &h «; didn't. She looked anxiously into my face instead, and then she said: "Jim, what's come ov?r you?" "The truth!" I shouted. "The truth, Clara—and 'it'r. 'Jiorrible!" With that .1 broke away from her and rushed downstairs. She was calling in a frightened wav and hurrying$fter me, but I snatched a liat from the T-ick and bolted into the street, slamming. the front door behind me. I must have walked about the streets for hours and hours. I don't know where I went,, but my mind was just crawling round I and round a set of thoughts like a cater- pillar round a cabbags-ka £ .-trying to find a way of escape, and I rather fancy my feet | vent stamping round,, and round a set of streets to match. I know I" didn't shuffle. I'd sworn ito myself I'd never I shutBe again! 0 It was after it had got dark that my brain got clear. I miat go back to Clara for the !It time,-so as to say-, goodbye to her; and in the morning I must el-ear out and get into the Army. somehow o? other, straight away. Perhaps mako me C2 m time, if I tried hard! I expected Clara to flare up properly when I let myself in with my kt-v. But all she said was Your supper's been ready for you ever so long." She kept looking as if she were going to start talking all the way, through the meal, and once she did begin: "In ,the morning but stopped dead and bit her lip. And she washed up alt the supper-things herself, although it had besc my job for over threo years. Maybe. T>eeau*'? !• didn't budge. Afterwards, when she had got out the darning, and I sat thinking what waste of time it was to darn any more of my seeks till I couldn't beat to watch the needle moving any longer, I cleared my throat and said what I'd planned to say. "I'm not a bit sorry about the fretwork: it was a lot of muck, anyway! Waste of time, it was—awful waste of time. I wish I'd never gone in for it. But if there's any- thing you'd like to arrange we'd better arrange it to-night." asked Clara. "Because," I told her. "we've get to say good-bye in the morning, and it may be- you never know- Well, there! Its a case of good-riddance for you, anyway. It must be awfully rotten for any woman to be tied up to. a Networking. Shu filing C3—I man a shuming. ai!iy. stoppy——" "See what?" interrupted Clara. "Nothing," I replied -hastily.I'm eorry ■aboiit the ° shuffling* and all her things that have irritated you. I daresay there's been .» lot oj itliiags—f>zne I didn't know » about." "But, JiEi," ôhe exç:aÏ::ned, "you won t dc called up for a week or two in any case. And besides, it's—it's "I've got to go in the morning, I de- clared as doggedlv as I knew how. .,h didn't "argue any more. She just flopped down on her knee,3 beside me all of a sudden. "Jim," she said in a queer sort of voice, "it's a long while since you've done it, and that's my own fault, as I know—but do you think you could'manage to kiss Whv, why, ■ why, I asked mv&elf, -as I onlv C3? If onlv I had been something higher, and finer, and stronger! If only ° i I'd been asleep seme time that night, I fancy, when I was awakened from the horrible dream. I had fallen down the side of a steep cliff and, the top of the cliff, had broken awav and fallen down and buried w., so that" I waj' suffocating, when I woke up with a gasp to find light in- onr room and Clara's head on my cheat and her1 arms clutching hold.of ray shoulders. "What's—what's the matter: I stam- mered. "I didn't hear'any noise. Besides, mered. "I didn't  y no  BeRi dea, burglars wouldn't break in-— "Jim" eried Clara hysterically. "Jim! Dh, vou poor, silly, eilly, dear thing!" I blinked stupidly at the light, not being fnllv awake and having-no glasses on, and then I started to lift up her to find, out what was the matter. And then.1 caught > sight ol.f¡.èr:'Tight -hand. aud know ane- was gra-spino" my cljcu^siScafon f <?ejftificate! She had- been through mf, pockets vwhile, I was asleep.! "Clara," I began bitterly,- "you ve no Tig-ht- Beswjes, you've ruined every- thing There was a chance fof I- ine-j tist a chance. Now it's gone! And the worst of it is you'll never, never even understand." "You're WTong, Jim; you're all wrong," f-he cried. "I do understand. "I do, I do! I had to look. X was so worried about you and your strangeness. But I had glimmer- ings of—oi something. It was the C3-ne6S, wasn't it, Jim? The C3-ness of--of every- thing? I know! But you'll never be CS'to'j ille again, never, and I'm glad you are to the Army, because 1- can't spare you!- -becuse this is where we're going to begin j a!! over again, on a different—a different "Line!" I murmured hoarsely, thinking of. the certificate. And then I put my arm round her neck and kissed her in a hurry because I was afraid I should break down —which would have been alt right for an' ordinary C3 man, but not for me!

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