[The Gentleman From Indiana by Booth Tarkington]@TWC D-Link bookThe Gentleman From Indiana CHAPTER XV 2/30
And, though men accept it with apparently patient humor, the first realization that people do grow old, and that they do it before they have had time to be young, is apt to come like a shock. Perhaps not even in the interminable months of Carlow had Harkless realized the length of seven years so keenly as he did when he beheld his old friend at his bedside.
How men may be warped apart in seven years, especially in the seven years between twenty-three and thirty! At the latter age you may return to the inseparable of seven years before and speak not the same language; you find no heartiness to carry on with each other after half an hour.
Not so these classmates, who had known each other to the bone. Ah, yes, it was Tom Meredith, the same lad, in spite of his masquerade of flesh; and Helen was right: Tom had not forgotten. "It's the old horse-thief!" John murmured, tremulously. "You go plumb to thunder," answered Meredith between gulps. When he was well enough, they had long talks; and at other times Harkless lay by the window, and breathed deep of the fresh air, while Meredith attended to his correspondence for him, and read the papers to him.
But there was one phenomenon of literature the convalescent insisted upon observing for himself, and which he went over again and again, to the detriment of his single unswathed eye, and this was the Carlow "Herald." The first letter he had read to him was one from Fisbee stating that the crippled forces left in charge had found themselves almost distraught in their efforts to carry on the paper (as their chief might conclude for himself on perusal of the issues of the first fortnight of his absence), and they had made bold to avail themselves of the services of a young relative of the writer's from a distant city--a capable journalist, who had no other employment for the present, and who had accepted the responsibilities of the "Herald" temporarily.
There followed a note from Parker, announcing that Mr.Fisbee's relative was a bird, and was the kind to make the "Herald" hum.
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