Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-08-30

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, HIS FATHERS SON {


THE day so long anticipated had al
rived at last, and Noel Sheriff.
stvod, a fully entered student, on tn
steps of St. Paul's hospital. His faith
er's stories of the life at the old collee
had fired the boys youthful ardor' an
away in the plains OF India he MAJ
vowed to be a doctor, and to win
place in the |. M. S.
And now it was as dust in his mouth
for he was alone. In his fathers sta
ton he had been the pride of the Euro
pear staff, for no one could beat hin
in any branch of athletics, but at st
PauI's he was an unnoticed unit.
Presently a man whom he saw a
once was IA native of India, came ant
stood close by his side. Moved by tht
urgent need for companionship, Sher
riff made the first advances.
81 wonder if you feel as lonely as
do?" he asked.
The native turned abruptly.
"I'm from India" he replied, a dark
flush sweeping over his face as he
heard a muttered "Nigger" spoken by
one student to another.
$50 am II" exclaimed Sheriff. I'm
from Amritsar, where my father is sta
| toned. His name is Sheriff., and he is
a colonel in the Indian medical. And
you?"
I'm a Hindoo, and my European
name is-Pamphlett. But, surely, you
won't talk to a nigger!" His one was
acrid in it's bitterness, and Sheriff.
looked up in surprise.
80, come, Pamphlet" he said, eager
ly, that's not fair. Anyway, let you
and I be friends"
"Well, Sheriff." hesitatingly an
swered Pamphlet, "I'm a queer-tem-
pered man; but let it be So"
"Then come and live at my diggings.
There's a capital front and back room
above my floor, and we can read to-
gether comfortably"
. "Now, look here, young man." said
Pamphlet three weeks later. Its time
we began to read at night. Grinning at
the hospital all day won't pass our ex-
ans for us, unless we work at night,
too. We've seen all the plays, we've
visited most of the halls, and you and l
have got to buckle to!"
Both men were sitting in Sheriff's
rooms smoking land discussing the
events of the day.
VERY WELL" lazily replied the lad,
knocking out the ashes from his pipe.
"What doyou suggest"
"Well, we ought to grind up our bones
regularly at night before working at
st. Paul's in the morning. I'm sick Of
going out, aren't you"'
1--WE got a capital skeleton in 4 box
upstairs" said Sheriff., laughing. Il
got it" Then he stopped abruptly, as
he caught sight of his companions look
of inquiry. 'lll go and turn the box
out. It'll save you from buying, for we
shan't want two sets"
Box in hand, Pamphlet left the room,
and the door closed behind him. Often
now, as he drives the patient bullocks
in his paddy fields in India he sees that
lamp-lit room in his fancy, with the boy
standing by the door.
Gloomily enough he went to his sit
ting-room and lit a candle, while he
opened the box, and turned the
bleached bones out with a rattle on the
The skull rolled toward the edge, and
hastily placed his hand on it, and,
it up, gazed absently at it. Sud-
denly his face grew green, while his
pupils contracted and expanded as he
watched with a horrible fascination the
shining bone. There, on the vortex.
were two deep cuts crossing each
"By Sivagee!" he murmured in Him
doostanee. "My father was left for
dead by two such cuts.
my father has a badly set left
Then, unwillingly, as if dragged by
IN unseen power, he crept round the
and laid his hand on one of the
arm bones. With a low cry of hor-
'or he fell half faiting into a chair.
MY father left U.S." he moaned, still
n the language of his thoughts, "to
on a pilgrimage to give thanks for
lis~ recovery. He never returned. and
low this curse Feringhi makes a by
word and reproach of him. May every
'urse light on his head"
salaalning almost to the ground be-
ore the table, Pamphlet gathered
he ends of the tab!ecloth together,
o that they covered the grim relies,
md then. lifting up the burden rev.
rently, he replaced it in the box.
hen, resting his head on his hands.
re wept silent, awful sohs.
"Pamphlett! ranphlett!" cried
'herrllf from below, aren't you com
ng down? I've ordered in the cot
ce. Come on!"
The man rose. once more eo1ooncd
t the box, now resting ON a chair,
nd then slowly went downstairs.
by the way. where did YOU get
our bones. Did you buy them?'
wei, ITS too bad of me to spin n
arm against myself, but here zoe,
bout three years ago, Just before nv
ather had decided to make me a doe
or when | was old enough, / was
'alking near the great trunk road
ear Amritsar. Lying in the long
rass, about 20 yards from the track
found a dead pilgrim, dried almost
. a mummy. He might have been
here for years, for all | knew. as the
ndergrowth was thick and tangled $
1t was no use making any in. T.
uiries about him. Then, tbinkinr Il
nat later on I should require a skei. h
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