The Hidden Places

by Bertrand W. Sinclair Narrated by James Holt

Overview

Hollister is an emotionally scarred veteran from the war, returning home, but finding social life very difficult. He migrates to a remote place in British Columbia, where he starts to feel he can begin to breathe again. How will the rest of his life now turn out? Will he continue to grow as a human being? Will he find meaning and satisfaction in small things, out here in the hidden places? A wonderfully profound and old-fashioned story awaits the listener!

Product Details

BN ID:	2940160383309
Publisher:	Musaicum Books
Publication date:	10/15/2019
Edition description:	Unabridged

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CHAPTER III ABOUT ten days later Tommy Rutherford walked into Hollister's room at eight in the evening. He laid his cap and gloves on the bed, seated himself, swung his feet to and fro for a second, and reached for one of Hollister's cigarettes. "It's a hard world, old thing," he complained. "Here was I all set for an enjoyable winter. Nice people in Vancouver. All sorts of fetching affairs on the tapis. And I'm to be demobilized myself next week. Chucked out into the blooming street with a gratuity and a couple of medals. Damn the luck." He remained absorbed in his own reflections for a minute, blowing smoke rings with meticulous care. "I wonder if a fellow could make it go in Mexico?" he drawled. Hollister made no comment. "Oh, well, hang it, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," he remarked, with an abrupt change of tone. "I'm going to a hop at the Granada presently. Banish dull care and all that, for the time being, anyway." His gaze came to an inquiring rest on Hollister. "What's up, old thing?" he asked lightly. "Why so mum?" "Oh, nothing much," Hollister answered. "Bad thing to get in the dumps," Rutherford observed sagely. "You ought to keep a bottle of Scotch handy for that." "Drink myself into a state of mind where the world glitters and becomes joyful, eh? No, I don't fancy your prescription. I'd be more apt to run amuck." "Oh, come now," Rutherford remonstrated. "It isn't so bad as that. Cheer up, old man. Things might be worse, you know. "Oh, hell!" Hollister exploded. After which he relapsed into sullen silence, to which Rutherford, frankly mystified and somewhat inclined to resent this self-contained mood, presently left him. Hollister was glad when the manwent away. He had a feeling of relief when the door close...

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