The professional world. (Columbia, Mo.) 1901-192?, 1903-07-31

men who welcome the approach Of
death, but I was in despair. And look
Ing upon a strong man, a man whose
strength was thrown upon him, a man
who had never thought to take even
the slightest care of himself, l was
torn with ~blasphemous rage. 1t
wasn't right. But thank God, l lived
through that dark period, and am now
getting well. Don't you think sol"
why, yes, I IA see It. And I'll
tell you what well do: I'll bring over
the dogs pretty soo and wen go hunt
ing. How does that strike your"
Pennington propped himself higher
in the bed and put his pipe on a crair.
st has been a long time since l went
hunting" he said, musingly. at
seems a long time since I have done
anything, except to brood over my
failing health. But l will have no
more of that. Yes, I will go hunting
with you" He showed up the sleeve
Va hlO PILL Nv GdllSu hlo ~ ~
t%ention. Don't you think I'm getting
more flesh on my arm? Look here.
No dying man has this much muscle.
Louise, I'm going to get up. There Is
really no use of my lying here"
He threw off the covers and the
giant arose and stood looking upon
him, smiling sadly. He asked for his
clothes, and when Louise had brought
them he picked at a worn spot and
said: 81 must get some clothes with
the first money l earn. I didn't know
that this coat was so far gone; and the
trousers are not much better. Let a
man get sick and he feels that the
world is against him; let him get well
and wear poor clothes, and he will find
that the world doesn't think enough
OF him to set itself against him-ind
that the world does not know him at
ALL"
Taylor ventured upon the raveled
p%latitude that clothes do not make the
man. Pennington shook his head, still
examining his trousers. THAT will do
in a copy book, but not in life" said
he. And then looking up as.Taylor
moved toward the door, he asked:
Are you going?"
Eyes, l must get back TO see how
things are getting along. Be over
again tomorrow"
Louise went with him out into the
passage. He halted at the log step
and stood there, looking at her. "Mr.
Taylor, / can never forget your kind
ness" she said.
"All right, but I hope you won't re-
member to mention it again.
He looked at her hands, looked into
her eyes; and frankly she returned his
gaze, for it was a gaze long and ques-
tioning.
your friendship-" he held up
his hand to stop her. won't you let
me speak of that, either?"
"You may speak of it, but you know
that it does not exist" he answered,
leaning against a corner of the house,
still looking at her.
"But you don't mean that you are
not my friend?"
81 mean what told you some time
ago-that there can be no friendship
between a big man and a little wo-
man."
"Oh, l had forgotten that"
I 'No, you hadn't; you thought of it
: just then as you spoke"
"Why, Mr.. Taylor, how can you say
a that?"
81 can say it because 1t is true. No,
there can be no friendship between
u.s."
"You surely don't mean that there
I can be anything else" She had drawn
back from him and was stitly erect
with her arms folded, her head high;
= and SO narrow was the hard look she
gave him hat her eyes appeared
smaller. Her lips were so tightly
compressed that dimples showed in
=. her cheeks; and thus with natures
soft relics Of babyhood, she denied
her own resentment.
ION your part l don't presume that
there can be snything else" he ans,
wered, speaking the words slowly, as
y II he would weigh them one at a time
on the tip of his tongue. you may