The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-01

stood in horror and indignation
contemplating this lost creature,
so far below the ordinary ID. T.
victim as to stand and so brave
him, here in his hold, his vassals
.near-in the very laboratory. The
patients stared In amazement. The
great doctor could scarcely credit
his own impression, he was so out
ragged and upset. Yet, never for
"a moment did the iron discipline
relax. The doctor looked at. Mr..
|O'Grady, who, like a silent and
substantial ghost, floated forward,
waited Mr.. Craighead to an inner
door which closed behind him as
1.-THE portals of the Inquisition
might shut in some doomed here
tic.
Good morning. Mr.. Wylie,"
said the doctor, land is the appe-
tite better? Put out your pulse,
please. Tongue very regular, con-
|sidering last night, Mr.. Wylie.
Don't omit your exercise; and no
more nights in the greenhouse,
Mr.. Wylie! Good morning."
If anyone noticed the transpo-
sition of tongue and pulse in the
ritual, nobody allowed himself the
luxury of smile; and the routine
of the great drink cure went on.
Carson departed, now fully re-
solved to escape.
He went with Mr.. Evans for
long walk through the country
town. Mr.. Evans pleadings had
made him reluctant to run away
he saw the Evans family dying
one by one of inanition if he did
but he must get away. He might
appeal to Doctor Witherspoon;
but he felt that the unconvincing
story OF his arrival must be re-
ceived with ineredulity by that
great mans thoroughly practical
mind. The departure of Carson
would throw the books out of bal
.ance. A credit item of one man
was demanded. Theodore sup
piled the man. The accounting
department would refuse to adopt
the incredible notion that he was
Carson, who had dropped from the
clouds, thus forcing the corollary
that Wylie had vanished into thin
air.
He allowed these things so to
|depress his spirits that he was glad
of the arrival that evening of Mr..
Craighead from whose excited
manner Theodore surmised that
something unusual might have
hape happened.
YOU" said he, "are a Latinist,
FMr. Wylie?"
mot very profound one," re-
piled Carson. I'VE engineers are
stronger in the modern Ian
guages, you know"
"a mistake" replied Craig
head. "I've made a speciality of
the educational value of the dead
ones. Sort of sympathy with
lem, you know. Maybe you can
give me the passive form of the
Latin verb possum. however?
IPossum, meaning can"
lIl "Possum," repeated Carson.
f'Why, 1t hasn't any passive"
. cit hasn't?" groaned Craig
head. 'Stung againi But must
have the passive of possum for the
motto of my armorial crest. "Pos-
sum" can passive to be canned
my highest achievement. Fair
youth, look upon mel"
Obeying, Carson noted that he
Still wore the evening waistcoat,
the colored shirt, the frock coat,
and the checked trousers-and
that he had thrown himself into a
despairing attitude with his fin
gers clutched in his hair.
"In me-" he went on, ''you see
the worlds most Symmetrical
character. To but one vocation
have 1 e'er been true-tinwarel
To that am I ever attached. Fired
from the kindergarten, for what ?
For becoming bored by basketry
and piling straws, and heading a
revolt. never finished aught,
save matters better never under
taken. ! was six months shy, to
coin word, of graduation at the
village high school. At the elev-
enth hour and fifty-ninth minute
was expunged from my maligna
mater. The diplomas to which l
am almost entitled would paper
this room. thought expulsion