The Brown Study by Grace S. (Grace Smith) Richmond
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"It _was_ a clever thing, a tremendously clever thing, for a man to think
of saying. There's so much humour in it. To a man who happened to be already feeling that way, one can see just how it would cheer him up, give him courage, brace him to take a fresh hold." Jennings grunted. "Oh, well; if you're going to take every joke with such deadly seriousness--" "You took it lightly, did you? It's seemed like a real joke to you? It's grown funnier and funnier every day, each time it caught your eye?" But now Jennings groaned. "No, it hasn't. But that's because it's too true to keep on seeming funny." Brown suddenly brought his fist down on the arm of Jennings's rocker with a thump which made his nerve-strung visitor jump in his chair. "It _isn't_ true! It's not the saying of a brave man, it's the whine of a coward. Brave men don't say that sort of thing. The sort of thing they do say--sometimes to other men, oftener to themselves alone--is what a famous Englishman said: '_If you do fight, fight it out; and don't give in while you can stand and see_!' How's that for a motto? If that had been tacked on the wall in your office all this while, would it have made you feel like giving up, every time you looked at it?" Brown's eyes were glowing. Jennings had slumped down in his chair, his head on his hand, his face partly hidden from his host. There was silence in the room. Brown kept Jennings overnight, making a bed for him on his couch, where he could see the fire. As Jennings sat on the couch, ready to turn in, |
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