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Two men who have been comrades and classmates at the Alma Mater of John

Harkless and Toed to the same dub and

roomed in the same entry; who have pooled their clothes and money in a

common stock for either to draw on; who have shared the fortunes of

athletic war, triuether, sometimes with an intense triuether, hazing in no unkindly

fashion in their turn, always helping each other to stuff brains the night

before an exa statistics like

foa, succeeding

together, through the four kindest years of life; two such brave

coly tender and

caressive of each other, but the tenderness takes the shy, United States

for epithets, and the caresses are blows If John Harkless

had been in health, uninjured and prosperous, Tom Meredith could no more

have thrown himself on his knees beside him and called him "old friend"

than he could have danced on the slack-wire

One day they thought the patient sleeping; the nurse fanned hi by the cot One of Harkless's

eyes had been freed of the bandage, and, when Tom came in, it was closed;

but, by and by, Meredith becaed eye had opened

and that it was suffused with a pathetic ht, and John knew that it was his old To beside hi sat there very often