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* * * * *
In the morning I had a roaring headache ... as long as I lay quiet there
was only the slow, deep regular pulse of pain driving through my head,
but when I made an effort to get up, my eyeballs throbbed with such
torment that they seemed to be starting out of my head....
I fell asleep in the broad day again, waking to find Jack Travers
standing by my bed, pale and cynical, dusting off the ashes from the end
of his eternal cigarette.
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"Rotten," I answered. I sat up and triphammers of pain renewed their
pounding inside my racked head.
--"thought you would, so's soon as I got up, I came down to see you."
--"lot of good that'll do."
He whipped a flask out of his hip pocket. "Take a nip of this and it
will set you right in a jiffy."
"No, I'll never drink another drop."
"Don't be a fool. Just a swallow and you'll be on your feet again."
I took a big swallow and it braced me up instantly.
"Now, come on with me, Johnnie, I'm taking you in tow for to-day! A
fellow who's not used to getting drunk always mopes around after a good
time like we had.... I'm seeing you through _the day after_ ... you're
going to lunch with me at the frat-house and this afternoon there's a
sacred concert on in Aeolian Hall that I have two tickets for."
"I'll never drink another drop as long as I live.
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