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FELIX RIE?ENBERG » » f » y y EIGHTH INSTALLMENT "I’m getting ready to go back to the city. I don’t know, it seems to me as if my life was to be there, do ing something for the city, not just helping Pug pound money out of fat slobs who come up here.” John and Van Horn were then resting on a fence rail, under the shade of an oak, looking across the valley that separated them by a mile or more from Greenbough. They talked idly. Van Horn pulled out a burnt briar and filled it. He drew a few puffs of smoke. "You’ve studied a lot.” The older man had a very wholesome regard for John’s extraordinady researches. "Well, yes. I have, Gil. But Pug tells me I’m off the road. He’s right. But I want your slant on this. I’m going in for engineering. Mr. Ran toul has sort of set my mind that way, not by saying anything to me direct, but by the way he talks when he’s up here. I never saw a more certain man in my life. He’s a big man, Gil, as big as his bridges, and ' now he’s going to swing another one over the river.” "A civil engineer?” Van Horn looked sidewise at John. "It’s a stiff profession; if you go through the schools.” * "I guess its part of that fight; in the city.’ “You’ve been thinking about this a long time?” It was a question. "Off and on for a year, I guess. I’ve been worrying Gil. I’m not sat isfied. I’d hate to say it, especially to Pug after all he’s done for me.” "You’ve told me a lot about the Bowery, John, and a lot about the East Side. It’s the river I’d like to hear, about.” Van Horn spoke, halt ingly. "Well, Gil, there’s not much to tell. My mother was everything on the river. Now that I know more, I realize she was not able to help me. Gil, she was beautiful.” John’s eyes held a far-away look. "Her name was Harriet, Harriet Jones, of Har verstraw. I know, now, from what I can recall, from things I heard. Breen was not my father. John spoke slowly. He relit his pipe, and look ed off over the darkening valley; it was late afternoon and cloudy. Gilbert Van Horn looked off too, far away. He dared not look at John. Gilbert knew more than John Breen. "My mother was a good woman, Gil. I know that.” "Of course she was, and your fath er, John, he might be found,” the older man still looked away, h s voice was very low. It 1 tound him, uil— "Yes, John—” the words were expectant. The boy paused in,tense. I’d kill himl” John Breen rose ab ruptly, his fists clenched, his face flaming. Then the two men stepped off, at a brisk pace, down the hill toward Greenbough Farm. Van Horn welk ed a pace or so behind John; tears were in his eyes, he could not speak. The boy started to dogtrot ahead of him, but he did not follow as was their custom at the end of a hike. «• »• * "Hey, Jack.” Pug pounded at John’s door a few days later. "Char lie’s brought up a letter from Van Horn. A special on it, for you.” Pug burst into John’s room. "Well?” Pug was expectant, as full of curiosity as Eve. "Read it, Pug.” "What tha—say, John, I don’t know. What’s it about?” "Here, let me read it. 'Dear John.’ It’s about a talk we had the other day before he left. "Dear John, I have been thinking about what you said. I won a lot on you in those scraps, and have been try ing to figure a way in which I could use the money. If you will enter Columbia, this fall, I’ll see you through engineering. You*can pass the entrance, perhaps with a few con ditions. I’m placing a credit in Pug’s name for five thousand, to pay the way. Don’t hesitate to take this. You really earned every cent of it. Merely a little speculation of mirup. " 'I’m sailing on the St. Louis to morrow. Will be at sea when you get the letter. Going abroad for a few months with my niece Jose phine.” Pug sat on the cot, looked around the room, the rickety book shelves; the familiar figure of his assistant. "Great God, John I knew them damn books would take you, some day.” "Never, Pug, never.” Tears stood in the boy’s eyes. He rose, put h s arm over the bent shoulders of the trainer; the gray head was down. Pug looked at the rag carpet, his own eyes moist. John bent down and kissed the gray hairs of Malone. That cough citizen rose suddenly to make a swipe at him as he ran out and down the corridoor to the showers. For several weeks following his admission to the schools of engineer ing, after his bout with with the en trance examiners. John Breen moved in a strange, imponderable world. Then came the great day of the flag rush between the freshmen and sophomores and Breen’s great strength and superb physique, made him the hero of the school. John caught a glimpse of Gilbert Van Horn waving to him. He stood beside the golden statue. "Boys, let me down.” John kicked free and ran across to Van Horn. A great manly people stood about. John suddenly realized he was not on the gym floor at Green bough, that his attire was not only scanty, but scandalous; he was prac tically in rags. One shoe had dis appeared in the battle, he had not noticed it unt.l his feet touched the stonfe steps. Josephine, this is John Breen. John, my ward, Josephine.” John stood speechless. He held the hand extended to him. Blue eyes, laughing eyes, smiled at his predica ment. Miss Lambert was completely aware of the striking situation as she felt the tense grip of the hero of a college moment. Then freshmen rushed up to John and hoisted him clear of h s embarrassment. He turn ed and waved at Josephine and Van Horn. They waved at him in re turn. The crowd was scattering as Gilbert Van Horn and his ward walk ed down the broad steps to the curb. Josephine looked at her white glove, soiled by the fingers of John Breen. They were silent on the ride home; Gilbert Van Horn looked out of the window of the car. Josephine still felt the tingling grip of the young man in rags. His smile, his tousled yellow hair and white teeth, and his confusion, and his superb arms and body, seemed to flit across her mem ory, a vivid picture. He was not at all like the John Breen she had ex pected to see. That night Gilbert Van Horn sat in the library until long after mid night. Josephine had played for him that evening, she too was in a reflec tive mood, a romatic girl, a young woman of eighteen. He smoked and dreamed and planned. Gilbert Van Horn was determined upon a course of action in which every atom of cleverness he possessed would be re quired. At last he had achieved an absorbing occupation. Oilbert Van Horn, wiser tnan most in some matters, left John very much to himself, except at holiday periods when the two friends met at Greenbough. As for his ward, he ar ranged things so she saw but little of John Breen. The boy was in train ing, so Van Horn argued, and to break training was nothing short of bad sportsmanship. Long trips, visits to Newport, the social activities of a select few in the great city—these oc cupied Josephine, and at times she pleased herself by a long look at the full length photograph of Fighting Breen, in ring1 togs, taken just before his battle with the Quaker. This stood on the dresser ini Van Horn’s room. But the John Breen of the cold eyes, looking straight ahead, his pompadour as stiff as a shoe brush, was of the past. "Breen, you’re looking stale.” Har board of the graduate schools drop ped into the room of the studio. It was close to midnight and John bent over his work table, his tired eyes scanning a maze of formulae in the oretical mechanices. "WJiat are you digging at?” "Usual stuff.” John took off his eye shade, evidently with relief. He had plunged into the work of the schools with determined energy. Feel ing himself grow stale, he pushed on ward with the utmost vigor, actual ly working himself to destruction. "I’d like to tell you something.” Harboard drew a battered briar from his pocket and tamped down a half smoked charge of tobacco. He lit this and puffed contentedly. "Four years—” Harboard rolled the words over his tongue—"leading to—?” "The degree of civil engineering,” John sensed a question and supplied "Leading to a complete ossification of the mind,” Harboard continued, ignoring John’s words. "I’ve watched you for some time, Breen,” especially this last year. I’m studying or am trying to study the art of teaching. I came here from a small southern col lege, you and ninety-nine per cent of those here would not knfcw the place if I mentioned it; one horse all the way through, and poor. Poor, my boy, in money.” He smoked thought fully for a few minfutes. "What’s back of all this junk,” he nodded at the few books, sweeping his pipe oyer the litter, "what are you going to do?” For a while the two friends sat in silence. John had tossed his eye shade aside and searched for a pipe. He had no particular answer for the question. He was going to get through, he was getting through to, well, to do something, but just what he did not exactly know. "Well, Breen, if the things you are doing are a fair example of the work of our schools of technology, our highest schools of industrial training, driving you at constant overload, I don’t wonder at some of the things we see about us. You don’t mind me saying this, do you?” "No.” John thought a moment. He had an intense admiration for a .great many of his teachers, earnest hard-working men, just, and often woefully underpaid. "You said some thing about the things we see. What, for instance?” well, it ygu wish, failure is what we see—the costliest failure in the owrld. We see prime youth dumped into a machine and sweated and ground and pounded until every orig inal impulse and idea, is packed down under a concentrated layer of stupi dity. I’ve made a study of educa tion and have practiced it on others with some results, but what I see here is a farce. The brain is intended for use, not for the stowage of freight. The structure of the mind needs de velopment through action, in thought and reason. Why, dammit, man, they seem to be stuffing you with the accumulated facts of the ages regardless of how, or why they were discovered.” Harboard paused, filled and relit his p'pe while John sat in silence. "The worst of the whole thing is the awful hopelessness after you are through here. You are sweated, you are driven and you survive. But what do you survive for? Well, in the course of time your strained technical brain has to do with the work of men. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. COIN DATED 799 A. D. UNINJURED BY FIRE Coming, Iowa.—A coin 1,13 3 years old, dated A. D. 799, has been found here among the possessions of Jake Bittner. Mrs. Bittner’s father was a coin collector, but when his home burned the coins were melted. The metal was thrown in a trunk Dug out. recently, with an eye to ward selling the silver metal, the mass revealed one coin imbedded in the silver. Made of copper, it had not melted. Lost 20 Lbs. of Fat ' In Just 4 Weeks Mrs. Mae West of St. Louis, Mo., writes: "I’m only 28 years old and weighed 170 lbs. until taking one box of your Kruschen Salts just 4 weeks ago. I now weigh 150 lbs. I also have more energy and furthermore I’ve never had a hungry moment.” Fat folks should take on half tea spoonful of Kruschen Salts in a glass of hot water in the morning before breakfast—its the SAFE, harmless way to reduce as tens of thousands of men and women know. For your health’s sake ask for and get Kruschen at Purcell’s Drug Stores or any drug store—the cost for a bottle that lasts 4 weeks is but a trifle and if after the first bottle you are not joyfully satisfied with results —money back. CENTRAL ITEMS Central Grange is giving a play at the Central School house on Wed nesday night, August 24th at 8:00 o’clock. Entitled, "Go Slow Mary.” Characters: Billy Abbey—Carl Houch—A Young Man out of work. Mary Abbey—Rachel Cauble— His discontented wife. Mrs. Berdon—Mrs. H. H. Fraley, Mary’s mother. Sally Carter—Mollie Neel Barrin ger—Mary’s Boson Friend. Harry Stevens—Carl Deal—Sal ley’s Sweatheart. Burt Childs—Walter Kepley—Bil ly’s Friend. Bobby Berdon—Douglas Houch— Mary’s Nephew. Dolly Berdon—Evelyn Pateat— Mary’s Niece. Katie—Mrs. H. W. Poteat—The Maid. Danny Grubb—Homes Safriet— Ice man. Murphy—Marvin Deal—A police man. Time—The present. Place—Suburb of Philadelphia, Pa. Admission: Adults, 10c. School children 5 cents. Welcome everybody! Come and bring your friends. GOLD HILL ITEMS The revival meeting will begin at St. Paul’s Holiness church on Sat urday night, August 20th. Rev.. Barger, of Kannapolis, will do the preaching. Mr. and Mrs. Frank Sal vador, of Evansville, Ind., will as sist in the singing during the meet ing. Mr. Salvador is a noted Italian piano-accordian player. There will be all day service on Sunday, August 21st, according to the pastor, Rev. T. R. York. The St. Paul’s parsonage is near ing completion and the pastor, Rev. York, is expecting to move his fam ily in sometime this week. We are very glad to have them in our com munity. Mr. D. A. Moss and family have moved back to his place, near St. Paul church. They did live at Mis enheimer. The County S. S. convention was held at Rockwell Reformed church on Tuesday and Wednesday. Miss Kate Morgan and H. L. Treece’s family attended from this commun ity Nine candidates for membership in Antioch Baptist church were bap tised in the regular baptising lake near there last Sunday evening. The pastor, Rev. C. C. Honeycutt, con ducted the meeting. There will be preaching at Piney Woods E. L. church on Sunday, August 21st. Rev. J. L. Morgan will preach at 11 o’clock. Mr. Baxter Miller visited his par ents, Mr. and Mrs. Coy Miller, Sun day. He is a watch-tinker and is located at Burlington. Nice showers of rain fell here Tuesday night, for which we are very grateful. Mr. Ralph Shaver has returned home from a trip to California. NO QUICK WEALTH IN FEEDING HOGS The general level of all farm prices in the United States is too low for North Carolina farmers to expect unusual profits from hog feeding but any person with hogs and corn should find it more advantageous to sell the corn as pork rather than as grain. 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