Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-31

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you in
1t was Darlington, who disappeared from
the open window the moment after he had
spoken. Porter crossed the street, mounted
the steps. His friend met him at the door.
Porter nodded curtly; then he followed Car
ringtOn up the stairs.
W/ELL, Bob, did you get it?7 Leighton
" put down his pencil, pivoted his chair
halfway round, and threw his legs across the
desk slide.
"Uh-huh There it is" Porter laid a
folded manuscript on the desk within reach
of Leighton's right hand, then he drew up
chair and seated himself upon the litter of
newspapers it already held. Il suppose you
had given up getting it, hadn't you? 1t
has taken month"; instead of few DAYS;
but it's worth it,
mo, l hadn't given it up, Bob. knew
you were at it.
"You did? Well, never mind how That
doesn't count. The point is, I've got it.
You know you said you thought it was
worth a page. have made page of it, and
some day I'm going to make a book OF it.
gone out. Then lock your door and read it,
want your old job back again, Bob?7
Leighton asked, smiling.
"Sure. But-before you have read the
story?7
ooh, the story's all right l know that
without looking. 1t was you that | wanted
here, Bob,-the old you that used to know,
you with the gee whizz in you, you with the
happy face and smiling eyes. Your old desk
is waiting for you. knew you'd come back
when you got over your crouch. You were
never fired, really, Bob. That was vaca-
ton, with full pay. Now get out!'
nf / 'xyof hon -a1
you. It's mighty square of you, old man,
and, somehow, | knew it would be so. With
the Magic Word in your mind, you can't do
wrong or think wrong. 1t adjusts life's
whole shooting match. That's what! Say,
that story is whole page, and l know how
YOU II read it-with the point of your pencil.
You can spare twenty minutes Let me tell
you the story
Leighton swung his feet from the desk
slide to the floor, bent forward in his chair,
and fixed Porter with his clear straightfor-
ward eyes.
81 know it already, Bob he said II
knew it when | asked you to get the story.
| want all the world to know it. | was a
pupil of Mr.. Bushrod. | was one of his dis
ciples. | sat at his feet, iguratively, hours
at time; weeks, months, altogether. He
taught me his gospel of three letters; that
is, he opened the way for me to find it,
Eyes, that's it, Leighton. One must learn
it for oneself To teach it would be impos-
sible. l wish-oh, how l do wish!Lthat l
might have known that grand old man.
at is lasting benediction to have known
him, Bob. He was the living exponent of the
rule of life that nulliies and eliminates pain
and sorrow, poverty and disquiet. He rose
above all of them, from the depths. You
were right when you said moment ago that
with the Magic Word in your mind you
can't do wrong, or think wrong. Here,
Bob, have an epitome OF the whole thing,
which he wrote out for me. Take it to your
desk and read it, while l look over your
story. Then bring it back to me.
"Just one question, Leighton, before do
that"
mo; not even that one 1t is about
Bushrod, l know. Some day, perhaps, l
shall tell you about him; but not now. He
was dead many years before he was born,
you would say, if you knew; like many an
other of us, Bob. Like you were before you
searched for, and found, and understood the
Magic Word. Has Darlington found it too?7
I'VE found it together
Good! Go now and read what | have
given you. Later, perhaps, you will read all
that Mr.. Bushrod left. | have all his writ