The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-05-10
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body else could a. done it, and I'll say
you're pretty sick man. I won't tell
'em you gave me a dollar"
Right you are, sonny; you'll get
along. Here's five dollars, all in one
bill. # you meet any other Of the
messengers, take them back with you.
There's no use Of their wasting valu-
able time in this little neck Of the
woods" -. j. Z A. - Te
The boy stuffed the bill into his vest
pocket as carelessly as If it represented
cents instead of dollars, mounted his
tired horse, and waved his hand in fare
well to the newspaper man. Yates
turned and walked slowly back to the
tent. He threw himself once more into
the hammock. As he. expected, the
professor was more taciturn than ever,
and, although he had been prepared
for silence, the silence irritated him
He felt i'll used at having so unsympa-
thetic a companion.
"Look here, Remark, why don't you
say something's
'"There is nothing to say"
ooh, yes, there is. You don't ap-
prove or me, do you"
II don't suppose it makes any differ
ence whether approve or not
'Oh, yes, it does. A man likes to
have the approval of even the humblest
OF his fellow creatures. Say, what will
you take in cash to approve of me?
People talk Of the tortures of con-
science, but you are more uncomfort-
able than the most cast-iron conscience
any man ever had. Ones own con-
science one can deal with, but a con-
science in the person of another man is
beyond ones control. Now, it is like
this. am here for quiet and rest. I
have, earned both, and think am
justified in"
Now. Mr.. Yates, please spare me any
cheap philosophy on the question. am
tired of it,"
And of me too, SUPPOSED"
swell, yes, rather-if you want to
know"
Yates ~sprang out of the hammock.
For the first time since the encounter
with Bartlett on the road, Remark
saw that he was thoroughly angry.
The reporter stood with clinched fist
and flashing eye, hesitating. The
other, his heavy brows drawn down,
while not in an aggressive attitude,
was plainly ready for an attack. Yates
concluded to speak and not strike.
This was not because he was afraid,
for he was not a coward. The re-
porter realized that he had forced the
conversation, and remembered he had
invited Remark to accompany him.
Although this recollection stayed his
hand, it had no effect on his tongue.
Il believe" he said, slowly, ''that it
would do you good for once to hear a
straight, square, unbiased opinion of
yourself. You have associated so long
with pupils, to whom your word is
law, that it may interest you to know
what man of the world thinks of YOU.
A few years of schoolmastering is
enough to spoil a Gladstone. Now, I
think, of all the
The sentence was interrupted bv a
cry from the fence:
= Say, do you gentlemen know where
a fellow named Yates lives?'
The reporters hand dropped to his
side. A look of dismay came over his
face, and his truculent manner
changed with a suddenness that forced
a smile even to the stern lips Of Rem
mark.
Yates backed towards the hammock
like a man who had received an unex-
pected blow.
II say, Kenny" he walled, ':it's anoth-
erof those cursed telegraph messengers
Go, like a good fellow, and sign for the
dispatch. Sign it DR.. Renmark, for R.
Yates That will give it a sort of Off
cial medical bulletin look I wish I
had thought of that when the other
boy was here. Tell him I'm lying
down." He flung himself into the
hammock, and Remark, after a mo-
ment's hesitation, walked towards the
boy at the fence, who had repeated his
question in a louder voice. In short
time he returned with the yellow
envelope, which he tossed to the man
in the hammock. Yates seized it saw
agely, tore it into score of pieces, and
scattered the futtering bits around
him on the ground. The professor
stood there for few moments in
silence.
'Perhaps,' he said at last, you'll be
good enough to go on with your re-
marks"
Il was merely going to say" an
.swered Yates, YEARLY, that you are a
mighty good fellow, Kenny. People
who camp out always have rows This
is our first; suppose we let it be the
last. Camping out is something like
married life, guess, and requires some
forbearance on all sides. That philoso-
ply may be cheap, but I think it
is accurate. am really very wor-
ried about this newspaper business.
ought, of course, to fling myself into
the chasm like that Roman fellow, but,
hang it, I've. been finging myself into
chasms for fifteen years, and what
good has it done? There's always a
crisis in a daily newspaper office.
want them to understand in the Argus
office that am on my vacation"
''They will be more apt to under
stand from the telegram that you're on
your death-bed."
Yates launched s"rhat,S q, " bo .,;l,