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1 4 0 The H o b a rt H e ra ld It was Sergeant Cook who told me all about it at 3 o’clock when I hurried over to Headquarters to see if Billy was around. “ Poor boy,” said the fatherly old man, “ he was in a bad fix but he settled the question like a man. ‘ Sergeant, he said to me, what would you do, I need my place here.’ Y e s , but you need your clean manliness more, I said. “ But its no more than lots of other fellows would do, he replied, its true she has left her brute of a husband. Yes, but what other fellows would do, you would not. You are Mac Laren you know. If the woman is unfortunate you ought not to make her trouble worse ; I said quietly. He sat over on the bench a long while and puffed his pipe then he came and leaned over the grating and took me by the hand. Sergeant he said luckily, * you’re right.’ You talk like another man I knew. He was a college chaplain and you are a police sergeant but you have the same philosophy. I need my place but I need a clean feeling inside more and I ’ m not going back to the “ Comet.” He gripped my hand so hard it hurts yet and went out. He is a man and he learned one lesson at college.” I knew where I would find Billy and a half hour later in a dirty lads room of an Italian saloon he clutched me wildly about the shoulders. “ I ’m through, old sport,” he yelled in the wildness of a bad whiskey “ drunk.” “ I ’ve lost my job but I can go back at com mencement and see old ‘ ‘ Doc ’ ’ Ilubbell and tell him the college is not disgraced.” And he began an incohorent college song. THE SONG OF O U R BUSINESS M A N A G E R . How dear to my heart Is the cash of subscription, When the generous subscriber Presents it to view ; But the one who won’t pay— I refrain from description— For, perhaps, gentle reader, That O N E may b e you. —E x . Is it?
