The Filer record. (Filer, Idaho) 1919-1930, 1923-12-06
CHAPTER Ill-continued.


little to tell. Your brother was the
almost puzzling psychological prob
lem that | ever tried to solve. He
could have been one of the most bril-
liant scholars the institution ever
turned out. He literally drank up ev-
erything the college had 10 give. and
that without apparent effort-as the
desert drinks the dew. His penman-
ship; his drawing; his command Of
English-very remarkable. | was his
roommate and classmate, and yet
never saw him apply himself seri-
ously to study. / don't think he did.
And that was probably his limitation
learning came too easy to him. II
can, you know"
He stopped, as II he had no more TO
say; stared at his napkin and folded
II with careful precision.
'The presidents letter said that
that"
The girl seemed unable to finish the
question. but the preacher guessed
what she wanted to know. He again
fumbled his napkin. unfolded 1t. and
looked around the table. 1t was an
embarrassing moment.
with all due respect to you. his
family"-he glanced at Mrs. Curry and
the woodsman-"and friends, though
would rather not speak Of Il at all,
and should not do so. only that 1t is
my duty as your minister to tell you
the truth-Kenwood Colin was very
severe trial 20 the college authorities.
His talent for learning was equaled
only by his talent for mischief. Yet.
wild as he was known TO be, nobody
thought that he would ever have
forged his fathers name. He was
deeply in debt before his very clever
forgeries were even suspected. much
less detected.
Then came his sensational killing
of a gambler over card game, and his
subsequent escape somewhere into the
great underworld OF the city. Since
that, nothing more seems to have been
heard OF him.
There was a moments silence. The
girl leaned forward: her lips apart;
her eyes wide.
pore KEN she said softly. HE
couldn't hep bein' what e was. II
was the-red lock-"
The preacher raised his specialized
eyes up from his plate and stared at
the girl cIIriously.
'Red lock-
"Dldn't you know e had itT'
The preacher looked his bewilder-
pent.
Then please, please. don't mention
that you know H. Please. don't ever
lowed you knOwed. bein' his room
mate. or wouldn't "a told. He was
that 'shamed e had II. and alw'ys
ken II combed under SOS II didn't
show"
The barker had been staring at the
tabIecloth. He lifted his face.
'aThe curse OF Colin" he com
mented thoughtfully. "He was sea
pirate in the days Of Queen Elizabeth
Red Colin they called I'm. Looks
like his blood would a run out b. this
time but Il hain't. Every three r four
Il shows up. generly one
child in a family with q lock O hair
as red as fire. Nobody would think a
Iock o. hair and a drop O. blood could
no, a child back hundreds O genera
tions = what Of Red Colin mast a
BEN. bs; II does.
.sTbe minute I saw that red lock on |
Ken I tnowed e was doomed I've
licked I'm and reasoned with I'm and /
nrared over Tn--but ! knowed all the |
time Il wouldn't Do no good. That's
the main reason SEN I'm OF Z the
Kind Of a college I did-where Their
ain, nobody much buf preachers a
runnlu' II. He didn't Ike & 60 Z that
kipd. but hoped bein' throwed
amongst men Ike that might head OF
what I knowed was In i'm
The preacher leaned back in his
rhslr: dropped his hands In his lap
Permit me 10 say he observed In
ti, serky fashlon. -thst was as grave
, r,lsfake as you could possibly have
made
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