Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1932-08-26

Jo1u1 1SdllLeu CnaC lie laQ
on an old suit, saved for evening
study, that he had left-his room
without a cent in his pocket. Even
his vest, in which he sometimes car
ried change, and his watch, had been
left behind.
"Wodelyouhave, doughnuts OF
pie?" the man asked.
Hold on" John fastened 0 warn
him, Ppm flat. Haven't a red cent
with me. But
Thought so," interrupted the
man behind the counter, "but see'n
yer SO damn honest, have a couple
sinkers," and he passed the rings to
John.
"Thanks," John munched the
doughnuts r%avenously.
Don't mention it. Keep the
change" The sleepy lunch car man
settled comfortably on his perch.
"Pll send the money down tomor-
row."
"Send it? Rats! l took this job at
supper, an I'm quittin' at breakfast.
The guy what owns it's married an
home sleepin' wild his wife. Damn
glad you want no stick-up. Get
the hell ont O. here an let me Sleep"
John Breen again went into the
wet. He looked at the river. A shud-
der of terror came over HIM. He
turned and ran westward, the warm
tn of the coffee gradually wearing
away. But as he chilled he knew
that he had to keep going, he caught
his second wind, he knew hat he
was heading for the dorms.
1t was ten o'clock in the forenoon
when the grayhaired dormitory maid
entered John Breen's room. Damp
clothing hung over the chair near his
bed, and John, in fevered slumber;
tossed in his blankets. He had re-
turned at daybreak and throwing off
his clothes and rolled into his bed
half dead with exhaustion.
Harboard, on his way to an early
seminar, stopped to investigate.
Johns door was open, the maid was
talking volubly, the hall superintend-
ent and a young doctor, a great bulk
of a man, bent over the bed.
"Bada" asked Harpoard anxiously
Fever and exhaustion" The doc
tor, a famous football coach, turned
to Harboard, adding with non-pro-
fessional candor, II can't make him
out" He held a stethoscope in his
hand. Heart and lungs OK. Know
him?" the doctor asked.
"Well; we are rather good friends.
He was all right last night, but"
'Here, you mean?" the Doctor
tapped his forehead knowingly. His
swift eye took in the disorder of
scattered textbooks and papers.
Engineering" explained Har,
board. "'Applied science Rotten
est examining system in the world.
Kills them off quick, or, if they hold
out, nine out of ten are mentally
strained. Come out with case-har-
dened skulls that crack if they get
ideas. Few of 'em ever crack" he
added dryly. 'What about him, doc
tor?" Harboard asked an1iously. The
maid was tucking John in, and one
of the hall attendants come up with
some warm milk.
Needs rest, l should say; nursing
la change. But what a body! Best
all round specimen I've come across
in a long while. Nothing overdone;
smooth as silk. What is he, any.
howl"
"Been a scrapper. A regular
knock 'm-out," Harboard explained,
lowering his voice. "Somthing fine
about the boy, though. He has ideas;
that's the trouble with him. We were
talking last night. l never realized
his state, Of Well, thank God it's
no worse. Anyhow he's got to quit
for a while"
The doctor looked about. Right.
Complete rest, and a change. Get him
out of this" He nodded forcefully at
the room and its furnishings.
"Have you Mr.. Van Horns ad-
dress?" Harboard asked of the super
intendent. II think he had better be
| advised"
Josephine Lambert was enjoying
one of her periods of retirement,
times when she sought seclusion. times
when she took herself with elaborate
seriousness. 1t was past ten in the
evening; she was absorbed in the life
story of Marie Bashkirtsef. Her
long lashes, dark in contrast with her
hair, gave her an air of study, a bare
knee peeped from the white folds of
her gown, a pink roguish knee. Her
feet were doubled under her.
Josephine was reading the strange
will of Marie Bashkirtsef. II do not
+b;nk T have ever had anv base. in