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LavcHING Boy 221 No. He was remembering last night, and that had been terrible. He put it down, and stared at the ashes of his fire. ‘Coffee,’ he said aloud. He drank a lot more water when he went to fill his pot. The heat of the flames was un- | pleasant to him; he was beginning to feel badly again, and wanted a drink. He put a lot of cof- Bcc in. That had been all true, what he had thought last night, but incomplete and exaggerated. He was homesick, he was afraid of losing her, but | what kind of man could not wait a few years, 8 hree at the worst, for so reasonable a cause. She | was wise, she was right, and he was sure she ved him. Well, then? The whiskey now, this magic. It did drive the | clouds out of his thoughts, but it made every- thing appear twisted. He lifted the coffee off the fire. It was strong. | SVithout waiting for the sugar, he tried to drink it, | Surning his tongue. it was not magic. It was just something like ampson-weed. Under its influence he had seen | zimself, but there was nothing holy about it. He r=membered quite clearly how he had placed those cigarettes in a crevice in the rock. There | zad been nothing wrong about it. That old