Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 150: what you’re looking at

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940 we were really selfish? What I mean is that by doing that we do the best thing for ourselves.” “It is a seeming paradox, Mrs. Perrin- ger,’ Dual took up the thread of her thought as she paused. “ And yet it is not. Since he who does right for right’s sake exalts his spirit—and a spirit exalted by right doing has nothing to fear and at- tains to a peace that passeth the under- standing of those by whom it has not been attained.” “Life is full of paradoxes, I imagine,” Lieutenant Newton declared in a somewhat self-conscious tone. ‘“ I know that day you came to see me at the camp you told me that no man need ‘travail greatly,’ was what you said, if his heart was clean—and you said that even though Bernice was in jail, she was in the hands of friends. I’ve thought a lot about that since. Haddon’s kept me in touch with things more or less, and—lately—I haven’t been worrying half so much about my pigeon’s being in Sheriff Quagley’s cage. It was an amazing com- THE Le] U ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. fort to me, and I think now that I un- derstand the whole thing so much better-— that you meant it should be at the time.” And suddenly Bernice Rand smiled. “Poor little pigeon,” she said, and turned to Semi with a soft light in her eyes. “But not poor little pigeon any longer, thanks to you and Mr. Glace and Mr. Bryce and Danny Quinn and Uncle Dan and Mr. Haddon. Oh—it’s wonder- ful wonderful to have found such friends!” “ Friends,” said Semi-Dual in his mel- low voice. “ Ah, yes. Friendship, little pigeon, is one of life’s closest relationships —one of the strongest, most sustaining threads in life’s twisted strand. Happy in- deed is he who wins it, and keeps it because it is merited.” ‘““Doesn’t he put it wonderfully!” Mrs, Perringer exclaimed. As for the car, Dual gave it to the little pigeon as a wedding present. And the next day it was her hands upon the wheel that drove us down to our train. END Lo LITTLE HOUSE ITTLE house, keep me warm; Give me shelter from the storm. When I pass your lintels, oh, Let me not forget the snow, And the sufferers who rove Far from your embracing love. Little house, little house, Covered with enfolding boughs, Let me not forget the pain In the world of tears and rain. When I see my candles lit, Let me ponder just a bit On the cities very far Where the ragged urchins are; When my firelight, laughing, gleams, * Tet me share my happy dreams. Little house, this I pray: Do not shut the world away! Charles Hanson Towne S oO COMMiCclooo (©