The Pulaskian., 1917-08-17

that's all over. He never really cared for me. played his game and Host. I've been expelled from the school"
 Quite suddenly she dropped on her knees beside the bed, and put her cheek close to the sleeping mans hand. When after a moment she rose, she was controlled again, calm, very white.
 She turned toward the door. But K. could not let her go like that. Her face frightened him. It was too calm, too controlled. He followed her across the room.
 "What are your plans?'
 "I haven't any. I'm about through with my training, but I've lost my diploma"
 T don't like to see you going away like this."
 She avoided his eyes. but his kindly tone did what neither the Head nor the executive committee had done that day. It shook her control.
 4.What does it matter to you? You don't owe me anything"
 Perhaps not. One way and another I've known you long time."
 "You never knew anything very good.",
 'Pll tell you where I live, and"
 q know where you live"
 "Will you come to see me there? We may be able to think of something"
 "What is there to think of? This story will follow me wherevef l go! I've tried twice for a diploma and failed Whats the use?'
 But in the end he prevailed on her to promise not to leave the city until she had seen him again. It was not until she had gone, straight figure with haunted eyes, that he reflected whim- sically 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 a new excitement.
 "The most remarkable thing has happened. What day this has been Somebody has sent Johnny Rosenfeld 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 q far corner. Under it's sporadic breezes, as 1t 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. He was sure it was there, for ever since it came his hot hand had clutched 1t.
 He was quite sure that somehow or other K. had had hand in it. When he diselaimed 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- tion for me. don't want no charity"
 Maybe Mir. 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, Mir. Le Moyne, was a great surgeon.
 
 But the story had seized on his imagination.
 "Say, MT. Le Moyne."
 "Yes, Jack"
 He called him "Jack." The boy liked it. It savored of man to man. After all, he was 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 K. wistfully. T 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.
 I've been lying here good while. I didn't say much because I knew I'd have to take a chance. Either I'd pull through CT I wouldn't, and the odds werewolf, I didn't say much. The old lady's had lot of trouble. But now, with this under my pillow for her, I've got right to ask. I'll take. chance, if you will"
 Its only chance, Jack"
 T know that. But lie here and watch these soaks off the street. Old, a lot of them, and gettin' we'll to go out and starve, and MT. Le Moyne, they can walk, and I can't"
 K. drew long breath. He had started, and now he must go on. Faith in himself or no faith, he must go on. Life, that had loosed its hold on him for time, had found him again.
 "I'll go over you carefully tomorrow, Jack. I'll tell you your chances hon. estly."
 T have thousand dollars. What ever you charge-'
 "Tll take 1t out of my board bill in the new house !"
 At four o'clock that morning K. got back from seeing Joe off Tho trin