The Blind Spot by Austin Hall;Homer Eon Flint
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widening between myself and my fellows?
It was the beginning of another phase. I have noticed it many times; on the street, in public places, everywhere. I thread in and out among men. Sometimes they see me, sometimes they don't. It is strange. I feel at times as though I might be vanishing out of the world! It was late when I reached my old home; but the lights were still burning. My favourite dog, Queen, was on the veranda. As I came up the steps she growled slightly, but on recognition went into a series of circles about the porch. My father opened the door. I stepped inside. He touched me on the shoulder, his jaw dropped. "Harry!" he exclaimed. Was it as bad as that? How much meaning may be placed in a single intonation! I was weary to the point of exhaustion. The ride upon the train had been too much. My mother came in. For some moments I was busy protesting my health. But it was useless; it wasn't until I had partaken of a few of the old nostrums that I could placate her. "Work, work, work, my boy," said my father, "nothing but work. It really won't do. You're a shadow. You must take a vacation. Go to the mountains; forget your practice for a short time." I didn't tell them. Why should I? I decided right then it was my own battle. It was enough for me without casting the worry upon |
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