Cochise review., 1900-09-24
7 LIS FATHERS , SON { Ogkegevre&NwA&Avee&exS

stood, a fully entered student, on the steps of St. Paul's hospital. His fa1h- CTS stories of the life at the old college had fired the boys youthful ardor, and away in the plains of India he had vowed to be doctor, and to win a place in the l. 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 pean staff, for no one could beat him in any branch of athletics, but at St. paurs he was an unnoticed unit. Presently man whom he saw at | once was native of India, came and stood close by his side. Moved by the urgent need for companionship, Sher- riff made the first advances.
 II wonder if you feel ss 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. "So am r." exclaimed Sheriff. I'm from Amritsar, where my father is sta. toned. His name is Sheriff, and he is colonel in the Indian medical. And you?"
 "lm a Hindoo, and my European name is--Pamphett. But, surely, you won't talk to a nigger." His tone was acrid in it's bitterness, and Sheriff looked up in surprise.
 "O come, l'amphIett," he said, eager ly, that's not fair. Anyway, let you | and be friends"
 Well, Sheriff." hesitatingly an swcred 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 nave got 10 buckle 10!
 Both men were sitting in Sheriff's rooms smoking and discussing the events of the day.
 "Very well" lazily replied the lad, knocking out the ashes from his pipe What do you suggest|'
 Well, We ought to grind up our bones regularly al night before working at st. paul's in the morning. I'm sick of going out, aren't you%'
 I've got a capital skeleton in box upstairs, said Sheriff. laughing. "I got it-.-" Then he stopped abruptly, as he caught sight of his companions look of inquiry. I'll go and turn the box out ltll save you from buying, for We shant want two sets"
 Box in hand, Pamphett 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 ianp-lit room in his fancy, with the boy standing by the door.
 Gloomily enough he went to his sit ting room and lit candle, while he opened the box, and turned the bleached bones out with rattle on the table
 The skull rolled toward the edge, and he hastily placed his hand on it, and, raising it up. gazed absently at it. Sud denty his face grew green. while his pupils contracted and expanded as be watched with a horrible fascination the ;,,fn were two deep cuts crossing each other.
 By Sivagee!" he murmured in Hin doostanee. My father was left for dead by two such cuts.
 My father has badly set left arm!"
 Then, unwillingly, as if dragged by an unseen power, he crept round the able and laid his hand on one of the arm bones With a low cry of hor- TOT he fell half faiting into u chair
 My father left us," he moaned. still in the language of his thoughts, ito go on pilgrimage to give thanks for his recovery. He never returned, and now this curse Fortnight makes a by word and reproach of him. May every curse light on his head!"
 Salaamine almost to the ground be fore the table, 'amphlett gathered the ends of the tablecloth together, so that they covered the grim relics. and then. lifting up the burden rev erently, he replaced it in the box. Then, resting his head on his hands, he wept silent, awful sobs.
 "Pamphlett! Pamphlett!" cried Sheriff from below, aren't you com ing down? I've ordered in the cof- fee Come on!"
 The man rose, once more salaamed at the box, now resting on chair, and then slowly went downstairs
 By the way, where did you get your bones Did you buy them?"
 Well, it's too bad of me to spin yarn against myself, but here goes. About three years ago, just before my father had decided to make me doe tor when l was old enough, was walking near the great trunk road near Amrit sar Lying in the long