The Search
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The Search


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The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Search, by Grace Livingston Hill This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: The Search Author: Grace Livingston Hill Release Date: June 21, 2008 [eBook #25866] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SEARCH*** E-text prepared by Roger Frank and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team ( Transcriber's note: Chapter numbering skips Chapter XI in the printed text. The original numbering has been retained in this transcription. THE SEARCH BY GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL G R PUBLISHERS O S NEW YORK S E T Made in the United States of America COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY THE CHRISTIAN HERALD COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA THE SEARCH THE SEARCH I Two young men in officers’ uniforms entered the smoker of a suburban train, and after the usual formalities of matches and cigarettes settled back to enjoy their ride out to Bryne Haven. “What d’ye think of that girl I introduced you to the other night, Harry? Isn’t she a pippin?” asked the second lieutenant taking a luxurious puff at his cigarette. “I should say, Bobbie, she’s some girl! Where d’ye pick her up? I certainly owe you one for a good time.” “Don’t speak of it, Harry. Come on with me and try it again. I’m going to see her friend to-night and can get her over the ’phone any time. She’s just nuts about you. What do you say? Shall I call her up?” “Well, hardly to-night, Bob,” said the first lieutenant thoughtfully, “she’s a ripping fine girl and all that, of course, but the fact is, Bob, I’ve decided to marry Ruth Macdonald and I haven’t much time left before I go over. I think I’ll have to get things fixed up between us to-night, you see. Perhaps—later——. But no. I guess that wouldn’t do. Ruth’s folks are rather fussy about such things. It might get out. No, Bob, I’ll have to forego the pleasures you offer me this time.” The second lieutenant sat up and whistled: “You’ve decided to marry Ruth Macdonald!” he ejaculated, staring. “But has Ruth Macdonald decided to marry you?” “I hardly think there’ll be any trouble on that score when I get ready to 7 8 propose,” smiled the first lieutenant complacently, as he lolled back in his seat. “You seem surprised,” he added. “Well, rather!” said the other officer dryly, still staring. “What’s there so surprising about that?” The first lieutenant was enjoying the sensation he was creating. He knew that the second lieutenant had always been “sweet” on Ruth Macdonald. “Well, you know, Harry, you’re pretty rotten!” said the second lieutenant uneasily, a flush beginning to rise in his face. “I didn’t think you’d have the nerve. She’s a mighty fine girl, you know. She’s—unusual!” “Exactly. Didn’t you suppose I would want a fine girl when I marry?” “I don’t believe you’re really going to do it!” burst forth the second lieutenant. “In fact, I don’t believe I’ll let you do it if you try!” “You couldn’t stop me, Bob!” with an amiable sneer. “One word from you, young man, and I’d put your captain wise about where you were the last time you overstayed your leave and got away with it. You know I’ve got a pull with your captain. It never pays for the pot to call the kettle black.” The second lieutenant sat back sullenly with a deep red streaking his cheeks. “You’re no angel yourself, Bob, see?” went on the first lieutenant lying back in his seat in satisfied triumph, “and I’m going to marry Ruth Macdonald next week and get a ten days’ leave! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!” There ensued a long and pregnant silence. One glance at the second lieutenant showed that he was most effectually silenced. The front door of the car slammed open and shut, and a tall slim officer with touches of silver about the edges of his dark hair, and a look of command in his keen eyes came crisply down the aisle. The two young lieutenants sat up with a jerk, and an undertone of oaths, and prepared to salute as he passed them. The captain gave them a quick searching glance as he saluted and went on to the next car. The two jerked out salutes and settled back uneasily. “That man gives me a pain!” said Harry Wainwright preparing to soothe his ruffled spirits by a fresh cigarette. “He thinks he’s so doggone good himself that he has to pry into other people’s business and get them in wrong. It beats me how he ever got to be a captain —a prim old fossil like him!” “It might puzzle some people to know how you got your commission, Harry. You’re no fossil, of course, but you’re no angel, either, and there are some things in your career that aren’t exactly laid down in military manuals.” “Oh, my uncle Henry looked after my commission. It was a cinch! He thinks the sun rises and sets in me, and he had no idea how he perjured himself when he put me through. Why, I’ve got some of the biggest men in the country for my backers, and wouldn’t they lie awake at night if they knew! Oh Boy! I thought I’d croak when I read some of those recommendations, they fairly gushed with praise. You’d have died laughing, Bob, if you had read them. They had such adjectives as ‘estimable, moral, active, efficient,’ and one went so far as to say that I was equally distinguished in college in scholarship and athletics! Some 11 10 9 stretch of imagination, eh, what?” The two laughed loudly over this. “And the best of it is,” continued the first lieutenant, “the poor boob believed it was all true!” “But your college records, Harry, how could they get around those? Or didn’t they look you up?” “Oh, mother fixed that all up. She sent the college a good fat check to establish a new scholarship or something.” “Lucky dog!” sighed his friend. “Now I’m just the other way. I never try to put anything over but I get caught, and nobody ever tried to cover up my tracks for me when I got gay!” “You worry too much, Bobby, and you never take a chance. Now I——” The front door of the car opened and shut with a slam, and a tall young fellow with a finely cut