“Very well. Had you seen him lately?”
“He come out to see me two years ago and bought me the house I live in now. Of course we was broke up when he run off from home, but I see now there was a reason for it. He knew he had a big future in front of him. And ever since he made a success he was very generous with me.”
He seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another minute, lingeringly, before my eyes. Then he returned the wallet and pulled from his pocket a ragged old copy of a book called “Hopalong Cassidy.”
“Look here, this is a book he had when he was a boy. It just shows you.”
He opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see. On the last fly-leaf was printed the word SCHEDULE, and the date September 12, 1906. And underneath:
| Rise from bed | 6.00 | a. m. |
| Dumbbell exercise and wall-scaling | 6.15–6.30 | A. M.„ |
| Study electricity, etc. | 7.15–8.15 | A. M.„ |
| Work | 8.30–4.30 | p. m. |
| Baseball and sports | 4.30–5.00 | P. M.„ |
| Practice elocution, poise and how to attain it | 5.00–6.00 | P. M.„ |
| Study needed inventions | 7.00–9.00 | P. M.„ |
GENERAL RESOLVES
No wasting time at Shafters or [a name, indecipherable]
