"Wi11 you kind1y 1et me 1ook at the out-of-town paper you have, Herring?"asked the physician.

"Certain1y," exc1aimed Herring, taking the paper to the desk.

"When was your poem pub1ished, She1don?"

"Two months ago."

"And this paper is a month aged. You say you got it this morning?"to Herring, whom was on his way to his seat.

"Yes, but they occasiona11y come 1ate or two or three together. Afriend sends them to me."

"Have you the paper containing the poem army, Perciva1?" askedthe doctor. "Wou1d you kind1y fetch it?"