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Young Children. No, His Father Would Not Miss Him Much!
He Swung Off The Car In Front Of The University And Entered The
Dormitory At Last, Too Engrossed In His Strange New Thoughts To Remember
That He Had Had No Supper.
"Hello, Court! Where The Deuce Have You Been? We've Looked Everywhere
For You. You Didn't Come To The Dining-Hall! What's Wrong With You? Come
In Here!"
It Was Tennelly Who Hauled Him Into Bill Ward's Room And Thumped Him
Into A Big Leather Study-Chair.
"Why, Man, You're All In! Give An Account Of Yourself!" He Said, Tossing
His Hat Over To Bill Ward, And Pulling Away At His Mackinaw.
"P'raps He's In Love!" Suggested Pat From The Couch Where He Was Puffing
Away At His Pipe.
"P'raps He's Flunked His Greek Exam.," Suggested Bill Ward, With A Grin.
"He Looks As If He'd Seen A Ghost!" Said Tennelly, Eying Him Critically.
"Cut It Out, Boys," Said Courtland, With A Weary Smile. "I've Seen
Enough. Wittemore's Called Home. His Mother's Dying. I Went An Errand
For Him Down In Some Of His Slums And On The Way Back I Just Saw A
Little Kid Get Killed. Pretty Little Kid, Too, With Long Curls!"
"_Good Night Nurse!_" Said Pat From His Couch. "Say, That Is Going
Some!"
"Ferget It!" Ejaculated Bill Ward, Coming To His Feet. "Had Your Supper
Yet, Court?"
Courtland Shook His Head.
"Well, Just You Sit Still There While I Run Down To The Pie-Shop And See
What I Can Get."
Bill Seized His Cap And Mackinaw And Went Roaring Off Down The Hall.
Courtland's Eyes Were Closed. He Hadn't Felt So Tired Since He Left The
Hospital. His Mind Was Still Grappling With The Questions That His Last
Two Hours Had Flung At Him To Be Answered.
Pat Sat Up And Put Away His Pipe. He Made Silent Motions To Tennelly,
And The Two Picked Up The Unresisting Courtland And Laid Him On The
Couch. Pat's Face Was Unusually Sober As He Gently Put A Pillow Under
His Friend's Head. Courtland Opened His Eyes And Smiled.
"Thanks, Old Man," He Said, And Gripped His Hand Understandingly. There
Was Something In Pat's Face He Had Never Noticed There Before. As He
Dropped His Eyelids Shut He Had An Odd Sense That Pat And Tennelly And
The Presence Were All Taking Care Of Him. A Sick Fancy Of Worn-Out
Nerves, Of Course, But Pleasant All The Same.
Down The Hall A Nasal Voice Twanged At The Telephone, Shouting Each
Answer As Though To Make The Whole Dormitory Hear. Then Loud Steps, A
Thump On The Door As It Was Flung Open:
"Court Here? A Girl On The 'Phone Wants You, Court. Says Her Name Is
Miss Gila Dare."
Chapter 6 Pg 37
The Messenger Had Imitated Gila Dare's Petulant Childish Accent To
Perfection. At Another Time The Three Young Men Would Have Shouted Over
It. Now They Looked At One Another In Silence.
"Sha'n't I Go And Get A Message For You, Court?" Asked Tennelly. For
Courtland's Face Was Ashen Gray, And The Memory Of It Lying In The
Hospital Was Too Recent For Him Not To Feel Anxious About His Friend. He
Had Only Been Permitted To Return To College So Quickly Under Strict
Orders Not To Overdo.
"No, I Guess I'll Go," Said Courtland, Indifferently, Rising As He
Spoke.
They Listened Anxiously To His Tones As He Conversed Over The 'Phone.
"Hello!... Yes!... Yes!... Oh! Good Evening!... Yes.... Yes....
No-O-O--It Won't Be Possible!... No, I've Just Come In And I'm Pretty
Well 'All In.' I Have A Lot Of Studying Yet To Do To-Night. This Is
Exam. Week, You Know.... No, I'm Afraid Not To-Morrow Night Either....
No, There Wouldn't Be A Chance Till The End Of The Week, Anyway.... Why,
Yes, I Think I Could By That Time, Perhaps--Friday Night? I'll Let You
Know.... Thank You. Good-By!"
The Listeners Looked From One To The Other Knowingly. This Was Not The
Tone Of One Who Had "Fallen" Very Far For A Girl. They Knew The Signs.
He Had Actually Been Indifferent! Gila Dare Had Not Conquered Him So
Easily As Bill Ward Had Thought She Would. And The Strange Thing About
It Was That There Was Something In The Atmosphere That Night That Made
Them Feel They Weren't So Very Sorry. Somehow Courtland Seemed Unusually
Close And Dear To Them Just Then. For The Moment They Seemed To Have
Perceived Something Fine And High In His Mood That Held Them In Awe.
Chapter 6 Pg 38They Did Not "Kid" Him When He Came Back To Them, As They Would
Ordinarily Have Done. They Received Him Gravely, Talking Together About
The Examination On The Morrow, As If They Had Scarcely Noticed His
Going.
Bill Ward Came Back Presently With His Arms Laden With Bundles. He
Looked Keenly At The Tired Face On The Couch, But Whistled A Merry Tune
To Let On He Had Not Noticed Anything Amiss.
"Got A Great Spread This Time," He Declared, Setting Forth His Spoils On
Two Chairs Alongside The Couch. "Hot Oyster Stew! Sit By, Fellows! Cooky
Wrapped It Up In Newspapers To Keep It From Getting Cold. There's Bowls
And Spoons In The Basket. Nelly, Get 'Em Out! Here, Pat, Take That
Bundle Out From Under My Arm. That's Celery And Crackers. Here's A Pail
Of Hot Coffee With Cream And Sugar All Mixed. Lookout, Pat! That's
Jelly-Roll And Chocolate Eclairs! Don't Mash It, You Chump! Why Didn't
You Come With Me?"
It Was Pleasant To Lie There In That Warm, Comfortable Room With The
Familiar Sights All Around, The Pennants, The Pictures, The Wild
Arrangements Of Photographs And Trophies, And Hear The Fellows Talking
Of Homely Things; To Be Fed With Food That Made Him Begin To Feel Like
Himself Again; To Have Their Kindly Fellowship All About Him Like A
Protection.
They Were Grand Fellows, Each One Of Them; Full Of Faults, Too, But True
At Heart. Life-Friends He Knew, For There Was A Cord Binding Their Four
Hearts Together With A Little Tenderer Tie Than Bound Them To Any Of
The Other Fellows. They Had Been Together All The Four Years, And If All
Went Well, And Bill Ward Didn't Flunk Anything More, They Would All Four
Go Out Into The World As Men Together At The End Of That Year.
He Lay Looking At Them Quietly As They Talked, Telling Little Foolish
Jokes, Laughing Immoderately, Asking One Another Anxiously About A Tough
Question In The Exam. That Morning, And What The Prospects Were For Good
Marks For Them All. It Was All So Familiar And Beloved! So Different
From Those Last Three Hours Amid Suffering And Sorrow! It Was All So
Natural And Happy, As If There Were No Sorrow In The World. As If This
Life Would Never End! But He Hadn't Yet Got Over That Feeling Of The
Presence In The Room With Them, Standing Somewhere Behind Pat And
Tennelly. He Liked To Feel The Consciousness Of It In The Back Of His
Mind. What Would The Fellows Say If He Should Try To Tell Them About It?
They Would Think He Was Crazy. He Had A Feeling That He Would Like To Be
The Means Of Making Them Understand.
He Told Them Gradually About Wittemore; Not As He Might Have Told Them
Directly After Seeing Him Off, Nor Quite As He Had Expected To Tell
Them. It Was A Little More Full; It Gave Them A Little Kinder, Keener
Insight Into A Character That They Had Hitherto Almost Entirely
Condemned And Ignored. They Did Not Laugh! It Was A Revelation To Them.
They Listened With Respect For The Student Who Had Gone To His Mother's
Dying Bed. They Had All Been Long Enough Away From Their Own Mothers To
Have Come To Feel The Worth Of A Mother Quite Touchingly. Moreover, They
Chapter 6 Pg 39Perceived That Courtland Had Seen More In Wittemore Than They Had Ever
Seen. He Had A Side, It Appeared, That Was Wholly Unselfish, Almost
Heroic In A Way. They Had Never Suspected Him Of It Before. His Long,
Horse-Like Face, With The Little Light China-Blue Eyes Always Anxious
And Startled, Appeared To Their Imaginations With A New Appeal. When He
Returned They Would Be Kinder To Him.
"Poor Old Abner!" Said Tennelly, Thoughtfully. "Who Would Have Thought
It! Carrying Medicine To An Old Bedridden Crone! And Was Going To Stick
To His Job Even When His Mother Was Dying! He's Got Some Stuff In Him,
After All, If He Hasn't Much Sense!"
Courtland Was Led To Go On Talking About The Old Woman, Picturing In A
Few Words The Room Where She Lay, The Pitifully Few Comforts, The Inch
Of Candle, The Tea Without Sugar Or Milk, The Butterless Toast! He Told
It Quite Simply, Utterly Unaware, That He Had Told How He Had Made The
Toast. They Listened Without Comment As To One Who Had Been Set Apart To
A Duty Undesirable But Greatly To Be Admired. They Listened As To One
Who Had Passed Through A Great Experience Like Being Shut Up In A Mine
For Days, Or Passing Unharmed Through A Polar Expedition Or A Lonely
Desert Wandering.
Afterward He Spoke Again About The Child, Telling Briefly How He Was
Killed. He Barely Mentioned The Sister, And He Told Nothing Whatever Of
His Own Part In It All. They Looked At Him Curiously, As If They Would
Read Between The Lines, For They Saw He Was Deeply Stirred, But They
Asked Nothing. Presently They All Fell To Studying, Courtland With The
Rest, For The Morrow's Work Was Important.
They Made Him Stay On The Couch And Swung The Light Around Where He
Could See. They Broke Into Song Or Jokes Now And Then As Was Their Wont,
But Over It All Was A Hush And A Quiet Sympathy That Each One Felt, And
None More Deeply Than Courtland. There Had Never Been A Time During His
College Life When He Had Felt So Keenly And So Finely Bound To His
Companions As This Night; When He Went At Last To His Own Room Across
The Hall, He Looked About On Its Comforts And Luxuries With A Kind Of
Wonder That He Had Been Selected For All This, While That Poor Woman
Down In The Tenement Had To Live With Bare Walls And Not Even A Whole
Candle! His Pleasant Room Seemed So Satisfying! And There Was That Girl
Alone In Her Tiny Room With So Little About Her To Make Life Easy, And
Her
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