New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1917-03-30
"Tll tell you where | live, and"
~ know where Won live"

III tel you Wnere ! nVe, dnu-
~ know where you live"
"Wil you come to see me there? We
may be able to think of something"
"What Is there to think Of? This
I've tried twice for Il diploma and
failed. What's the use?"
But in the end he prevailed OF her to
promise not to leave the city until she
had seen him again. 1t was not until
she had gone, Il straight figure with
haunted eyes, that he reflected whim-
slcally that INC again he had defeated
his own plans for flight.
Sidney brought her letter to Joe back
to X. She was flushed with the effort
and with Il new excitement.
"The most remarkable thing has
happened. What Il day this has been |!
Somebody has sent Johnny Rosenfeld a
lot of money. The ward nurse wants
you to come back"
The ward had settled for the night.
The well-ordered beds of the daytime
were chaotic now, torn apart by toss
ing figures. The night vas hot and an
electric fan hummed in q far corner.
Under its sporadic breezes, as it
turned, the ward was trying to sleep.
Johnny Rosenfeld was not asleep.
An incredible thing had happened to
him. A fortune lay under his pillow.
lie was sure it was there, for ever
since it came his hot hand had clutched
1t.
He was quite sure that somehow or
other X. had had a hand in it. When
he disclaimed it, the boy was bewil-
dered.
It'll buy the old lady what she
wants for the house, anyhow" he said.
"But | hope nobody's took up a collec-
ton for me. don't want no charity"
Maybe Mr.. Howe sent it,"
"You can bet your last match he
didn't
In some unknown way the news had
reached the ward that Johnny's friend.
Mr.. lie Moyne, was Il great surgeon.
Johnny had rejected it scornfully.
But the story had seized m his
Imagination.
Say, Mr.. lie Moyne."
Eyes, Jack"
He called him Jack" The boy liked
it. 1t savored of man to man. After
all, he was Il man, or almost. Hadn't
he driven a car? Didn't he have n
state license?
"They say that you're a surgeon;
that you operated on Doctor Wilson
and saved his life. They say that
you're the king pin where you came
FROM He eyed X. wistfully. 81 know
it's a lie, but if it's true Don't you
think you could do something for me,
sir?"
When X. did not reply at once, he
launched into an explanation.
"Tve been lying here Il good while. l
didn't say much because l knew I'd
have to take a chance. Either I'd pull
through or | wouldn't, and the odds
were-well, l didn't say much. The
old lady's had Il lot of trouble. But
now, with this under my pillow for her,
I've got a right to ask. I'll take Il
chance, if you will"
ITS only Il chance, jack"
81 know that. But lie here and
watch these soaks off the street. Old,
Il lot Of them, and gettin' well to go
and %starve, and Mr.. lie Moyne,
they can walk, and l can't"
X. drew Il long breath. He had
StuTta1 and ,,nu- a., ,,,,et ,,, a., Hatch,
in himself OF no faith, he must go on.
Life, that had loosed its hold on him
for a time, had found him again.
"Ill go over you carefully tomorrow,
Jack. I'll tell you your chances hon
Il have a thousand dollars. What
you charge"
"Ill take it out of my board bill. in
the new house,"
AT four o'clock that morning X. got
back from seeing Joe off. The trip
had been without accident.
Over Sidney's letter Joe had shed a
tear or two. And during
the night ride, with X. pushing the car
to the utmost, he had felt that the
boy, in keeping his hand in his pocket,
had kept it On the letter. When the
road was smooth and stretched ahead,
a gray-white line into the night, he
tried to talk a little courage into the
sick heart.
You'll see new people, new life" he
said. "In Il month from now you'll
wonder why you ever hung around the
Street. l have a feeling that you're
going TO make good down there"
And once, when the time for parting
waS very near
"No matter what happens, keep on
believing in yourself. | lost my faith
in myself once 1t was pretty close to
hell"
Joe's response showed his entire self
engrossment.
"If he dies, I'm a murderer"
He's not going to die" said X.
AT four o'clock in the morning he
around to the little house. He had
lad no sleep for foEty-tve hours; his
Eyes were sunken in his head the skin
his temples looked drawn and
His clothes were wrinkled the
soft hat he habitually wore was white
With the dust of the road.
AS he opened the hall door, Christine
in the room beyond. She came
fully dressed.
az, are you sick?"
Rather tired. Why in the world
trent you in bed?"
palmer has just come home in a
rage. He says he's been robbed