The Forrest City times., 1899-10-20

hesh."
 In course of time the examinations came on, and then Geffwell began to realize what he owed to Johnson. By constant contemplation he had long since come to know his fractional parts from the frontal bone to the last row of his dangling phalanges-not merely by name and position, but by exact form and to the most minute detail of propor- tion. Then he had invested him with cartridges. veins and arteries, and with the endless ramification of a peryous system. Johnson had become a profes- sor of mnemonics. If for moment the precise location of the sciatic plexus. for instance, had escaped Geffwelps mind. first glance at Johnson and later Johnson's mental picture would bring it back to him in fash One conse- quence of this was that Geffwell came | out at the head of his class; another was that his proud uncle sent him a check and an offer to pay for post graduate course.
 "I owe it to you, old man." said Geff- well, nodding at Johnson affectionate- ly. If l thought it would please you I'd have you goid-plated when I got | prosperous. But l don't think you're the kind of fellow that would want to put on dog. You're all right the way you are. Say, Johnson, what kind of an idea do you think it would be to move out of this hole?"
 He did not move, however, for a month or two, and during that time he occupied himself with chemistry to a | great extent Johnson was not of ma terial assistance to him in this work, but Geffwell had more opportunity to prove his regard by reason of his dis interested situation. He had not only covered Johnson with speculative skin. but clothed him, in his minds eye, in what he conceived to be garments appropriate to his life and times. By chronological examination he satis- fled himself that his subject had been man of whose friendship he might be proud-well balanced, except for a slight excess of benevolence and ideali- ty and lack of acquisitiveness. He outlined a career, more or less check cred, for his silent companion, and be- lieved in it. It was such a career as vastly increased his respect for John- son. Then Geffwell and Johnson moved, and it came to pass that there was girl over the way from their new abode.
 Its too bad you can't see her, John son." said Geffwell. She's little bit of thing. It seems as if x We'll, l don't know how to say it. But her eyes! Kind x loving and full of the very devil. Somehow, from the first minute l saw her I wanted to pick her up and pet her. To hear her laugh. Oh, Johnson, Johnson." There was a lot more of it. but that was fair sam pie. And then it happened that John son began to be neglected great deal.
 At last the whole thing was settled, although they had hardly realized it. "I was talking it over with Johnson after I left you last night" said Geff- well. Il told him what you said." The girl started up and let go of his arm and looked at him in amazement. You told Johnson!" she said Harvey Geffwell, you don't mean to say that l you told anyone what said!"
 Geffwell got red in the face and | laughed in an embarrassed way as the girl continued to look at him with in | dignation sparkling in the eyes he ad- mired. Johnson isn't really anybody" he said, at last, and even as he spoke he felt that he was guilty of disloyalty to Johnson. "He's-don't laugh, Bessie he's my skeleton. You know we have to have such things-I don't mean our | own skeletons, but this was one my uncle sent me, and-well, you know had to grind like the mischief, and I knew it was up to me And didn't dare see much of the fellows, be- started in it would take my time. And so It was kind of lonesome up in that little room, and I kind of got in the way of talking to Johnson. Oh, l know it seems foolish to you!"
 You poor boy" said Bessie, plying ly. Then she laughed, but stopped sud denly and said. "Foolish Why, it's HorrlDle, II gnastly! why dldn you talk to the bureau or the bedpost or something?"
 "I don't see anything ghastly about it," said Geffwell, which was perfectly true. You don't seem to understand" |" II don't want to. A horrible-ugh! Don't let's talk any more about it. And that you should talk about me-and tell things!"
 Johnson wouldn't breathe word. He's the soul of honor.'
 "I don't care. I don't like it. Har- vey, if you keep that thing single day longer you needn't come and see me again."
 Tt seems to me you are little ab- surd," said Geffwell, coldly. ''If you will think reasonably moment you'll see"
 They were standing by her fathers front gate, and that was the end of that particular conversation. The girl turned abruptly and walked, in an ex-