Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1917-03-28
'Ill tell yor where / live, and"
II know where Won live"

story will follow me wherever I~gol
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. 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 X. 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-,rdered 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 it
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 X had had a hand in it. When
he disclaimed it, the boy was bewil-
dered.
eth buy the old lady what she
wants for the house anyhow he said.
But l hope nobody's took 10 collec-
ton for me. l don't want ~ 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 1t scornfully.
But the story had seized On his
Imagination.
"Say, Mr.. lie MOyne."
"Yes. Jack"
He called him Jack" The boy liked
il. IL Savored of man to man. After
all. he was man. or almost. Hadn't
he driven a 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. wistfully. Il 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.
1--WE been lying here good while. /
didn't say much because | knew I'd
have to take a chance. Either I'd pun
through or ! wouldn't. and the odds
were-welI, / didn't say much. The
old lady's had lot of trouble. But
now, with this under my pillow for her
I've got a right 10 ask. I'll take
chance, If you will"
ITS only chance. Jack"
Il 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 l can't"
X. drew a 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 Il time, had found him again.
IN go over you carefully tomorrow,
Jack. I'll tell you your chances hon
estly."
Il have a thousand dollars. What
ever you charge"
"Fll take it out of my board bill I'm
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
shamefaced 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,
gray-white line into the night, he
tried TO talk 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. / have a feeling that you're
going 10 make good down there"
And once when the time for parting
was very near
''ATO matter what happens, keep on
believing in yourself. lost my faith
in myself once. Ii was pretty close to
hell
Joes response showed his entire self
engrossment.
IF he dies, I'm a murderer
He's not going to die" said X.
stoutly.
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-fye hours his
eyes were sunken in his head; the skin
over his temples looked drawn and
white. 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
stirred in the room beyond. She came
out fully dressed
~, are you sick?'
Rather tired Why in the world /,
aren't you in bedT'
Palmer has just come home In
terrible rage. He says he's been robbed
of thousand dollars"
"Where?'
Christine shrugged her shoulders