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"If Shepard had hit the right instead of the left I would have been left in the discard," he said, with grim humor. "Can you help me tie it up for now. This means another scolding from Doctor MacFarland, I suppose." "It means that you've more evidence of the need for putting a tiger out of danger!" The coroner was called, and the statements of the policemen were made.
Doctor MacFarland is looking after me, so I am not worried." Bobbie left the house with his comrades to relieve the men on patrol. It was late afternoon of a balmy spring day. The weeks since he had been injured had drifted into months, and there seemed many changes in the little world of the East Side.
Old MacFarland, who knew a good man when he saw one and always treated me more like a brother than anything else, used to say to me, 'Henry, if this keeps up, I'll be able to send the boy to Oxford College'; until one day he changed it to, 'Henry, I'm going to send the boy to Oxford College'; and next year, sure enough, off he went.
I've got office hours, you know, and I'd better get back to my pillboxes. Just excuse an old man who is too talkative sometimes, but remember that what I've said to you is not my own old-fashioned notion, but a little boiled-down philosophy from the writings of the greatest modern scientists." "Good-bye, Doctor MacFarland. I'll not forget it. It has answered a lot of questions in my mind."
J. Pinkney Bloom excused himself, went forward, and stood by the captain at the wheel. "Mac," said he, "do you remember my telling you once that I sold one of those five-hundred-dollar lots in Skyland?" "Seems I do," grinned Captain MacFarland. "I'm not a coward, as a general rule," went on the promoter, "but I always said that if I ever met the sucker that bought that lot I'd run like a turkey.
MacFarland laughed, and took from his desk a letter, which he handed to Bob with a wink. The young officer was surprised, but took the paper, and glanced at it. "There, Burke, read this letter. If I get one of these a day, I get five, all in the same tune. Isn't that enough to make a man die a miser?"
You're not on peg-post to-night, so you can do it." "All right, Cap." Burke saluted and left the station, falling into line with the other men who were marching out on relief. A half hour later he dropped into the office of the police surgeon, and was greeted warmly by the old gentleman. MacFarland was smoking his pipe in comfort after the cares and worries of a busy day.
"Well," said MacFarland, with another grin, "it's a good thing you are along, J. P.; you can show 'em around town until they begin to feel at home." "He's got three hundred dollars left to build a house and store with," went on J. Pinkney, as if he were talking to himself. "And he thinks there's an open house up there."
In the phraseology of the period, all were "belles"; Hetty and Constance Cary, Mary Triplett, Turner MacFarland, Jenny Pegram, the three Fishers, Evelyn Cabell, and others. About them came the "beaux," the younger officers who were here to-night, the aides, the unwedded legislators. Judith listened, talked, played her part. She had a personal success in Richmond.
But they wouldn't listen if he did. They're too busy getting money to send to the heathens in China, and the niggers in Africa to bother about the heathens and poor devils here. I'm pretty strong for Doc MacFarland, even though I don't get all he's talking about." "Say, Burke, the Doc got after me one day and gave me a string of books as long as your arm to read," put in Dexter.
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