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Henkel's dining-room a sunny room bedecked with a canary, a pussy-cat, a gilded rope portière, a comfortable rocker with a Plato cushion, a Garland stove with nickel ornaments, two geraniums, and an oak-framed photograph of the champion Plato football team of 1899. Carl was readily accepted by the men and girls who gathered about the piano in the evening.
Henkel's, as did jolly Mae Thurston, whom he took for surreptitious rides in the banker's car, after which he wrote extra-long and pleasant letters to Gertie. It was becoming harder and harder to write to Gertie, because he had, in freshman year, exhausted all the things one can say about the weather without being profane.
'Your evidence in a case like this is valueless, said Henkel shortly. He turned to Ken again. 'Have you heard from your father since you last saw him? he asked suddenly. The question took Ken unawares. 'From my father? he said, with sudden eagerness. 'No. Is he alive? There was a gleam of triumph in Henkel's prominent eyes. 'Yes, he answered. 'He is alive and under the circumstances well.
Well, Henkel's a cobbler been one since '65 and let me tell you he's a blamed good one, and if you're ever in Petersburg and want any half-soling done, let me tell you Yea-a-a! See that trim-looking one with the little mustache saluting now? He tried to save Stonewall Jackson's life on the 2d of May, 1863, threw himself in front of him and got badly potted. He's a D.D. now. Yea-a-a-a!"
We saw Henkel's face turn to yellow wax, and he tried to stand up, but he was too stout to lift himself quickly. He had no time to turn before Scott shot him through the heart. "When I broke through the vines, Scott was moving the butterfly out of the way. He looked up at me with his old, considering look, his old clean smile.
'Yes, but that country won't be Turkish any more after the war. And then my younger brother, who is at school at home, will inherit. No, we are not going to cut him out and leave him penniless. Do your worst, Henkel. Henkel's great coarse face went livid. He burst into a storm of savage profanity. 'Enough! he cried at last. 'You have brought your fate upon yourselves.
We were still behind when we turned into Henkel's garden, and the scent of the flowers beat in our faces like heat. At the veranda steps we met the servant who had admitted Scott. "The man was running away. He was a cripple, and he came down the steps doubled up, bundled past us, and was gone. Somewhere a door clashed open. There was no other sound.
The midshipmen gave the departing one a whistled tune and furnished the drum part with their hands. That tune was "The Rogue's March." "Darrin, I hope you don't hold me in any way responsible for that fellow Henkel's actions. "Why should I?" asked Dave, turning and looking into the eyes of Midshipman Brimmer.
Few of the students realized the futility of it all; certainly not Carl, who slept well and believed in football. The life habit justifies itself. One comes to take anything as a matter of course; to take one's neighbors seriously, whether one lives in Plato or Persia, in Mrs. Henkel's kitchen or a fo'c's'le.
He went to Mrs. Henkel's for supper. He smiled at the questions dumped upon him, and evaded answering. He took Mae Thurston aside and told her that he was leaving Plato. He wanted to call on Professor Frazer. He did not dare. From a pleasant gentleman drinking tea Frazer had changed to a prophet whom he revered. Carl darted into his room. The Turk was waiting for him.
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