Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-01-17

How am 1 going to get a shave to-
night" said Barker. the upper class
man. That's what I'd like to know. !
can shave myself: that's certain" HIS
companions laughed.
You'll ave to learn how" said one.
Not OH you life" retorted the hand
some blond young fellow, unless the
governor stops sending me my allow
ance."
Well. then" rejOined his fellow stu
dent, go to the theater az you are and
tell your girl you are starting q a
She certainly won't know II unless you
tell her." he added.
At his j%uncture a pale faced. black
haired youth, who was sitting ONE
what apart from the others, and who
had been nervously clasping n un-
%clasping the arms OF his chair, spoke
up:
II can shave YOU If you want me
Barker looked around gratefully. All
the others smiled. 1t was Files. OF
course. For some u~naccountable rea-
son. Files had voluntarily become Tag
for Barker. who liked IL. because. as
he would remark ut is so English.
you know: to have a flag to order
around. To everybody else i'm the coll
lege "Barker's Dog" an Files was called
behind his back. had become ar object
of mild derision. Nobody found Files
c%ongenial. nobody could half under
stand him; still less could they explain
the presidents so%licitude about him
II his frequent inquiries. either Of
Files himself or of his associates. an
to how he was getting along.
Barker grinned n accepted the SER
vice. Going up Ia his room with Files,
he improvised a BARRIERS chair.
stretched himself out i'm it luxuriously.
threw his head we'll back CHANGING first
Oft t1aa r,ir,.n r., ., 1v,t v1 L., ss& lv,<~HponL
sive way the curly mustache and fair
skin Of which he was secretly rather
vain. and told Files to go ahead and
begin his butchering.'
The keen edge of the razor slid rap
idly and noiselessly over the ridicu-
lously smooth surface OF Bankers neck,
while the yOung fellow looked up cur
iously at the black eyes so close TO
his. which had a gleam of amusement
in them, as Barker interpreted IT.: for
Files was laughing under his breath,
vet so forcibiy. as to make his hand
shake a little.
PILES" said Barker, you're a peach"
The silent laughter OF the other on
tinued.
Say. Files" continued Barker. do
you really like this sort of thing
shaving q fellow and-and all that .
What are you laughing at, anyway?
] don't see anything to laugh at-un-
lekB. ne aNOeO as an 11tertnOORnt, III
be your name
Here Barker laughed himself.
WHO the deuce gave you such a
christian. or. rather. unchristian name
az Razzin? 1t isn't American or Eng
lish. 1t isn't French or German or
Italian. It's Oriental. That's what ii
Is. Arabic. or something of that sort.
Razzin Files. Damned if it doesn't
make one him of AN old t%oolchest.
with broken scroll saws. pieces of wire.
bits of leather and black dust at The
bottom"
He laughed aloud at the thought.
Files i~rrelevantly pulled out of his
pocket a letter remarking briefly:
Il found this on the floor Just out
side the presidents Office today. Read
IL.
Why" exclaimed Barker. taking the
letter. lit is addressed to him. What
are you doing with it?"
1T is from my mother. Read it!"
was the persistent response.
Barker began reading. pausing for a
to. caution Files about the ra-
zor. the keen edge of which Files was
allowing to press. though ever so
slightly, against his neck, irritating
him unaccountably. The letter began:
My Dear Doctor: / have just re-
ceived a letter from Razzin which wor-
ries me "A little. AS you know. he was
discharged from the insane asylum en-
tirely cured of his melancholia. but /
have felt ever since II great anxiety
about him which this letter of his in
creases. You 80 kindly ssure me
that you would keep him under your
y and see that he was not over
worked or overstrained mentally. that
l have had great hopes OF his going
through the course without "A recur-
renee of the dreadful symptoms which
caused me such acute misery. Certain