The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-09-18
BREAD.
By KATHERINE GIRLING.

Silver and gold have ] none. but such as have
give thee IL the name OF Jesus christ Of Nazareth
arise and walk
He had been commanded to remain In
bed, which was folly. for he was not III
Moreover, IL was a wholly intolerable
waste OF time. He did not expect tC
pull through the operation, and this
might well be his last day. In the upper
story OF his mind he was rejecting. in a
detached sort of way. upon the fact that
though they had taken exquisite pains
TO prepare his body, they had done worse
than nothing for his mind Every ster
OF the way had been like a bad dream
Even his clothes. hanging dejectedly In
/ the wardrobe in his room. We're depress-
ing. The sleeves still retained the crock
OF his elbow. but any tailor would iron
every wrinkle OF suggestion out to-mor-
row.
His nurse was called to the telephone
in an inclosed booth at the end OF the
hall. His clothing claimed acquaintance
and five minutes later he let himself out
/ OF the hospital door into the sunlight OF
a June day. into air not tainted with
the repellently virtuous odor of disin-
| fectants.
| He sauntered up the narrow way to-
wards St Paurs Cathedral Could he
! find for his one hour what American
children called a good timer"
A pang reminded him that hts money
was in the hospital saftey vault He
was hungrier than was comfortable
| They had given him a glass OF milk for
dinner. and no one had referred to
breakfast. Perhaps that was why his
ordinary senses were so acute as 10 be
painful.
He searched his pockets for loose
change. A sixpence! II might as well
have been nothing but he stopped IN
at purveyor's shop and ordered two
cuts of the rye.
Two cuts" did the purveyor under
stand him TO say, "of the rye? Oh.
two slices Of rye bread" He drew his
lean knife twice across the loaf.
Wouldn't the gentleman have any
thing to it," "Cheese?" Swiss cheese, -
! he repeated. with the falling infection
Of certainty.
No, the gentleman preferred Gorgon-
zola The purveyor nodded discreet
satisfaction and, with the hand Of an
artist, carved a fiat .truncated tito which
fitted the bread slices In a tidy way
Then he laid an Opaque Cblong Of oiled
paper on his marble slab and arranged a
sandwich with delicacy and dizziness.
The hungry man was not too hungry
! 10 note the subdued graylsh brown OF
the bread. the warmer brown OF whose
crust caught soft lights on It's glazed
surface the crumblng whiteness OF the
cheese hecked with soft green patches.
He caught the homely half-sOur pun
gence Of the rye bread. with its Fang OF
caraway. reminiscent OF Aay lofts and
roadside fires. He even gloated a little
over the more aristocrauc aroma OF the
Gorgonzola, itself compacted Of many
fragrances and thereto recalling the odor
Of wine and nuts and the demi-tasse.
The crinkle OF the paper as the pur-
yeyor folded II over and tucked in the
ends touched the springs Of appetite
more keenly than sight or smell had
done. II was years since a paper bag
with Just that crinkle had enyeloped the
buns Of his boyhood holidays.
In a way not quites ineligible he
found himself seated on a bench In ST.
Pauls churchyard where II is quite IN
good form 10 eat with ones fingers.
Pigeons were crooing and perking and
stepping about, fecking the paving stones
with triangles of little scarlet feet. At
hiss side sat a young fellow evidently
poor strange and scholarly. He gave an
unconsciously eager sniT and turned
quickly away.
This bread" reflected the hungry man.
may mean life 10 him. It's death 10
ne, but he's Scotch, I'm sure, and won't
receive a charity. Can I. in the bonds
of common student fellowship-tide
across?" He slipped the suggestive lit
tie packet onto his neighbours knee and
said. Aura non stunt mihi ct argenta,
quod autem habeo. hoe tibl do"
Instantly came the answering flash Of
brotherhood. The Scotch boy knew the
Latin Testament He could cap that
quotation
In Jesu nomine. Christi Nazarei, surge
81 ambulare" He responded.
Surge ct ambulare." repeated the hun
cry man. The imperative command gave
just the spur his tagging will needed.
He arose and walked" beating out with
his tread the cadence Of the line:
In Jesu nomine, Christi Nazarei"
Persuasively the words chung to his
consciousness. Perhaps II was a trick OF
Inherited memory or a subtle suggestion
OF strength attainable by other avenues
than by the five senses, but. as he
mounted the hospital steps, a sudden
pulse Of aspiration rose within him and
flooded his soul.
Il wonder if this is not hopper" he
SaiT