Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1917-02-22
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what does it matter TO you?
/ don't owe me anything"
| perhaps not. One way and another
/ I've known you q long time"
/ You never knew anything very
/ good"
TIL tell you where I live, and"
81 know where you live"
'Win you come 10 see me there? We
may be able TO think Of something"
"What is there 10 think Of? This
story will follow me wherever I go!
I've tried twice for a diploma and
/ failed. What's the use?"
But in the end he prevailed on her to
/ promise not to leave the city until she
had seen him again. 1t was not until
| she had gone, a straight figure with
/ haunted eyes, that he reflected whim-
/ sicalIy that once again he had defeated
/ his own plans for flight.
Sidney brought her letter to Joe back
to K. She was flushed With the effort
| and With new excitement.
| ''The most remarkable thing has
1 happened What q day this has been,
Somebody has sent Johnny RosenfeId q
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 was hot and an
| electric fan hummed in a far corner.
| Under its sporadic breezes, as ii
/ turned, the ward was trying to sleep.
/ Johnny Resented was not asleep
! An incredible thing had happened to
| him. A fortune lay under his pillow
| He was sure it was there, for ever
| since it came his hot hand had clutched
| it.
He was quite sure that somehow or
other K. had had a hand in it, When
he disclaimed it, the boy was Devil
dered.
It'll buy the old lady what she
wants for the house, anyhow" he said.
But l hope nobody's took up a couec-
| ton for ne. [ 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 a great surgeon
| Johnny had rejected it scOrnfulIy.
But the story had seized on mis-
imagination,
"Say tEr lie MOyne."
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He called him "Jack.' The boy liked
1t. 1t sayored of man to man. After
all, he was a man, or almost. Hadn't
he driven car? Didn't he have a
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. wistfuIly. Il know
it's lie, but if it's true Don't you
| think you could do something for me,
sir?"
When K. did not reply at once, he
launched into an explanation.
1--WE been lying here good while. /
didn't say much because | knew TG
! have to take a chance. Either I'd pull
through or I wouldn't, and the odds
were-Vell, I didn't say much. The
old lady's had a lot of trouble. But
now, with this under my pillow for her,
I've got right to ask. I'll take a
chance, if you WILL"
Its only a chance, Jack"
81 know that. But lie here and
| watch these soaks off the street. Old,
a lot of them, and gettin' well to go
out and starVe, and Mr.. LIE MOyne,
they can walk, and [ can't"
K. drew a long breath. He had
started, and now he must go on. Faith
in himself or 10 faith, he must go on.
Life, that had Ioosed its hold on him
for time, had found him again.
''TIl go over you carefully tomorrow,
Jack. I'll tell you your chances hon
estly."
81 have a thousand dollars. What
ever you charge"
'III take it out of my board bill in
the new house !"
At four o'clock that morning K. got
| back from seeing Joe off. The trip
had been without accident.
Over Sidney's letter Joe had shed a
| shamefaced tear or two. And during
the night ride, with K. 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
boys sick heart.
you'll see new people, new life" he
said. 'In a month from now you'll
! wonder why you ever hung around the
Street. I 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. L 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"
Hes not going to die" said K.
stoutIy.
At four o'clock in the morning he
left the car at the garage and walked
around to the little house. He had
had no sleep for forty-fve hours; his
eyes were sunken in his head; the skin
over his temples looked drawn and
white. His clothes were Wrinkled; the
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