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Then he remembered little Bug, who had declared once that "Don Fonnybone was dood for twoubleness." "I can't take this to Fenneben," he mused, as he read Joshua Wream's letter for the tenth time. "Nor can I go to Saxon. He's never sure of himself and when he's drunk, he reverses himself and turns against his best friends. And who am I to turn to a man like Bond Saxon for my confidences?"
Bug shut his lips tightly, puffing out his cheeks, as was his habit. "I was in twouble, and I ist wented to Don Fonnybone. He's dood for twouble-ness. You go see him. Poor man!" and the little hand stroked Professor Burgess' feverish cheek. "If you'll run right back to bed, I'll do it," Burgess declared.
Presently, he saw Elinor and Victor Burleigh strolling away in the soft evening light. At the corner, Elinor turned and waved a good-by to him. Then the memory of his own commencement day came back to him, and of the happy night before. Oh, that night before! Can a man ever forget! And now, tonight! "Don Fonnybone," Bug Buler piped, as he came trudging around the corner. "I want to confessing."
Bond Saxon is not a man to hate anybody when he is sober." "Is you Don Fonnybone?" Bug Buler's little piping voice from the doorstep haled the Dean. "I finked Vic would turn, and he don't turn, and I 's hungry for somebody. May I go wis you, Don Fonnybone?" The baby lips quivered. Lloyd Fenneben held out his hand and Bug put his little fist into it. "Where shall we go, Bug?
"I was here, and you was away, and I peeked in the window. It was rude and I never did see you to tell you, and I'm sorry and I won't for never do it again. Dennie told me to come tonight, and bring Don Fonnybone." Bug had his part well in hand. Even as she smiled at him, Dr. Fenneben noticed how her hand on the lattice shook. "And I want to thank you, Mrs.
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