Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-12-05

eXpeTience-yet vino but he was all the while
l-Oliug on as a spectator, listening, observing
commenting amused, perpleXed, as if a man
should sit IN the audience and behold himself
enact IA character on the stage. But the con-
SERIOUSNESS OF this double existence troubled
him not, and no wonder, since he could regard
unmoVed his own inanimate body, extended
al darkness \ man learns To accommodate
himself TO circumstances. What chiefly an
nOyed Lund was that he could not make out
the identity OF his travelling companion. He
could see himself effectively; but soon As he
tired 10 look at this companion the latter in
some way eludcd HIM And yet they sat and
walked shoulder 10 shoulder, and spoke to-
gcther face TO face. 1t was very annoying
A.te al, though. what matter about ONES
company when the end Of the pilgrimage
J. Inve-iove! and the loveliest maiden in the
" Tld.
traor'iinasy. Was il the jOltIne Oh the coach
over the rough pavement? No: il was the mob
al the dOOIs of the Jail come to drag the pris-
OnrT Iortn and kill hum. Nonsense: yonder old
LOoSWorIn II dropping his armfui OF books, one
aiier another. When they are ali gone the
P'dadln2 VIII stop, unless ne picks them up
aStIu- HIJ there asain-Ha, SO dark, too. w hat
Il IL: All right-yeS-here!
Luud staggered To his feet, pressed his hands
Ia his eyes, stood unsteady TOR a moment or
two. THEN CROPPED his way To the door and threw
il open A glare oi light from the hallway daz-
ziCd him, SO that he biinked and shaded his
eyes; hut there Was man standing there-a
young man, handsome, vigorous, laughing and
holding out his hand.
~ y, Ferris. old man, how are you! Have
you forgOtten JACK Austen? They told me you
HtAc mere ana MAS bound TO get AT you. w nat )
Hie matter? Been asleep, OF course! Your old
tricks! The same old Lund But no more maps
this evening. I've ccme TO wake you up"
'-tome IN, said Lund, shaking his hand cor
uiafS- Il don KNOW what could have been
thinking Of lay down "a lew minutes ago TO
smoke a cisar-but that was before sunset and
now its dark. wasn't sleepy-but suppose
must haVe-were you knocking Iopg?'
Austen only laughed. stumbled against n
chair, and sat down III Ii. Lund got u match
and lit his lamp Austen glanced round the
rom, and then nxed his gray eyes on his friend
with an amused expression.
sleepy exclaimed he; i should saw so
You re asleep yet, and here IL Is not O'Clock
Your habits cry out Tor reform, my dear fel How
and i am the man lor your need. This isn't
half "A bad little corner you've squeezed your.
sell into, by the by. And how comes on the
science OF Esculapius?"
Lund pointed TO a framed diploma hanging
the wall, which announced TO whom Ii might
concern that Ferris Lund had been admitted To
NE degree OF Bachelor OF Medicine.
- Ny dear DOCTOR accept my homage and con-
gratulatioDs! said the other, patting his friend
on the knee. " But Is this your Official cham
Der: Is IL here that the cupping and blister
ing, the physicking and phIilering are trans
acted?
II haven't begun practice yet" replied Lund.
"There Is no hurry, and am more interested
In the literary phase of the Profession than in
the practical. have a notion of writing some
thing
"Bih.-the literary phase! Write novel, or
an arithmetic, q love sonnet, IL you like: but
worx on medicine-no. What you want and
Ipts. have, Ferris, Is activity. You are always
< Ing into brown studies, and falling asleep.
h. Iidn't you follow my example, and join
TIE army? You might have been surgeon, II