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We were getting supper when we heard a peculiar moaning sound
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"You have spent your life, you have waged your strife where
never we play a part ; You have held the throne of the Great Unknown, you have
ruled a kingdom vast :
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But tonight there's a strange, new trail for you, and you go,
O weary heart ! To the peace and rest of the Great Unguessed ... at last,
Tom Thorne, at last."
— Service.
HUGHIE MacLAREN told me the story in our dug-out after the hell at Ypres. We'd just put the little wooden cross over Marston, and I'd scratched on an R. I. P. the best I could with a penknife nicked pretty dull from overwork in the same direction. There are blood ties — but, well — when you've been father confessor and last comforter — when you've dug a matey's grave for him and then put him in it — Gawd, I'm getting soft — blubbering like a baby before I've half begun. And it was even worse for MacLaren. Marston was a part o' him. "I'd 'a' rather it had been my arms," he said to me, and the big tears ran down his face and put his bally pipe out. "I'd 'a' rather it had been
my eyes — been gassed — but not him — not him. Still ..." he said, after a while, "I dont know but what he's sorter glad ... he was pretty tired . . . pretty tired . . . it's an odd sort of a story . . . not much to it, in one way . . . everything there is on earth in it, in another. All depends on how you look at it. Of course . . . you wont see it just as I did . . . the Arctic . . . the little, lone cabin there in the awful wild . . . the girl . . . Marston fighting, first despairfully, then with sort of a desperate determination . . . the heaven and hell of it . . . but anything goes here . . . and you knew Marston . . . and you loved him. This will be his epitaph, now that he is dead . . .
"I dont know much about his beginning of things. Not much about him till we chummed tip there around
the Arctic Circle. But up
THE UNFINISHED STORY Narrated by permission from the W. W. Hodkinson picture, "The Drifters." Scenario by Kenneth B. Clarke.
Cast of Characters „
Burke Marston J. Warren Kerrigan
Evan Mears William Conklin
Hugh MacLaren Casson Ferguson
The Girl Lois Wilson
there . . . messing about for that damned gold . . . fighting to forget . . . forgetting to fight . . . sharing the same campfire, blazing the self-same trail, bearing each other's pack . . . well, I'd have died for him, old chap, and he'd have died for me. "I take it he was a rich guy's son. He had the air ri
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