The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1909-03-26

philosopher, philosopher at twenty
three, he suddenly laughed.
It's the way of the world" he
murmured. "One moment the lime
light is on you, the next moment you
are forgotten.
The door opened and the white
capped nurse appeared.
Can you see a visitor?" she asked.
Glad to see anybody, Miss Bing-
ham, he briskly answered. Am l
presentable2"
She came forward quickly and ad-
justed his pillow and gave the cover
lid a little straighter fold.
You'll do" she answered.
How is the beard?"
quite becoming"
Then she was gone and a moment
later light rap fell on the door.
Come in" said Jim Ellington.
The door was pushed open and a
young woman entered. She stood
with her hand on the knob for mo-
-ment. as If doubtful about coming any
further.
You will pardon my lack Of gal
ldulIy, Sdlu jim. May ASK you 10
take your choice of chairs"
The girl came closer. She was a
pretty girl with dark eyes, a pretty
girl who was a little frightened and
altogether sympathetic.
You are quite sure my call does
not annoy you?" she said as she took
the chair that was near the door.
quite the contrary" he answered
my most severe ailment just now is
1onesomeness."
But of course your college mates
come to see you?"
mo doubt they would, but most Of
them are away. Perhaps you know
they have a week at Thanksgiving
time"
@Yes, / know"
And the college is seven miles
from the town"
Il know, know. But you won the
game for them
Not quite that" he laughed. al
was lucky enough to score the only
points that were made, but you see it
happened to be the last game of the
season, and after the last game the
football hero drops to earth with a
sickenng thud and is heard of no
more"
But they can't have forgotten that
you were hurt, badly hurt, in their
service?"
A flush Of indignation tinted her
diInpled cheeks
The hurt was more annoying than
serious, said Jim. 1T was especially
annoying because it threw me out of
the game. But I'm getting along all
right. The healing of broken shoul-
derblade and a strained side are mere
matters of time. And they take very
good care of me here.
The girl looked at him and hest
tated.
Il haven't told you my name" she
said, and hestated again.
THAT because you encouraged me
to talk about myself, said Jim Ell
iilgton.
My name is Edith Harwood," she
told him.
Il can't even nod to you" he said.
/ was at the game.
so was l." he chuckled.
And l saw you make the touch
down. 1t was splendid"
That's we'll worth a broken shoul-
der bone" he said.
And my sympathies were on the
other side"
That makes your praise all the
more valuable. Are you related to
Bruce Harwood?"
"He is my brother She added
hastily, Would you like some flow
,ers?"
why, yes" he answered, I'm
very fond of flowers"
She hurried into the hallway and
came, back with a handsome bouquet
An a vase.
"Ah, that's fne," he said please
put them on the little table here
where / can see them. And won't
you take the chair that's nearer?
I'm not allowed TO turn my head, you
know. They are quite fussy about
It,"
She took the nearer chair, much to
his satisfaction.
NO DOUBT you are wondering why
I am here" she said. '"I.came on. my
brothers account"
Il hoped you came on my account"
he said. But OF course that's merely
because I'm pampered hospital pa
tient.
The girl seemed 'at a loss how 10
proceed.
1T was Bruce who injured you, e.
she presently said.
"Bruce?"
"He deliberately jumped on you"
The patient smiled.
1T seemed 10 me that the entire
Cornyale eleven jumped on me.
1t was Bruce. and the referee
promptly disqualified him. / saw IL
all. Mr.. Ellington. You had just
fallen across the goal line after that