William Campbell shut his eyes. He was beginning to feel a slight nausea. He knew that this nausea would increase steadily, without there ever being the relief of sickness, until something were done against it. It was at this point that he suggested that Mr. Turner have a drink. Mr. Turner declined. William Campbell took a drink from the bottle. It was a temporary measure. Mr. Turner watched him. Mr. Turner had been in this room much longer than he should have been, he had many things to do; although living in daily association with people who used drugs, he had a horror of drugs, and he was very fond of William Campbell; he did not wish to leave him. He was very sorry for him and he felt a cure might help. He knew there were good cures in Kansas City. But he had to go. He stood up. “Listen, Billy,” William Campbell said, “I want to tell you something. You’re called ‘Sliding Billy.’ That’s because you can slide. I’m called just Billy. That’s because I never could slide at all. I can’t slide, Billy. I can’t slide. It just catches. Every time I try it, it catches.” He shut his eyes. “I can’t slide, Billy. It’s awful when you can’t slide.” “Yes,” said “Sliding Billy” Turner. “Yes, what?” William Campbell looked at him. “You were saying.” “No,” said William Campbell. “I wasn’t saying. It must have been a mistake.” “You were saying about sliding.” “No. It couldn’t have been about sliding. But listen, Billy, and I’ll tell you a secret. Stick to sheets, Billy. Keep away from women and horses and, and—” he stopped “—eagles, Billy. If you love horses you’ll get horse-s—, and if you love eagles you’ll get eagle-s—.” He stopped and put his head under the sheet. “I got to go,” said “Sliding Billy” Turner. “If you love women you’ll get a dose,” William Campbell said. “If you love horses——” “Yes, you said that.” “Said what?” “About horses and eagles.” “Oh, yes. And if you love sheets.” He breathed on the sheet and stroked his nose against it. “I don’t know about sheets,” he said. “I just started to love this sheet.” “I have to go,” Mr. Turner said. “I got a lot to do.” “That’s all right,” William Campbell said. “Everybody’s got to go.” “I better go.” “All right, you go.” “Are you all right, Billy?” “I was never so happy in my life.” “And you’re all right?” “I’m fine. You go along. I’ll just lie here for a little while. Around noon I’ll get up.” But when Mr. Turner came up to William Campbell’s room at noon William Campbell was sleeping and as Mr. Turner was a man who knew what things in life were very valuable he did not wake him. TO-DAY IS FRIDAY _Three Roman soldiers are in a drinking-place at eleven o’clock at night. There are barrels around the wall. Behind the wooden counter is a Hebrew wine-seller. The three Roman soldiers are a little cock-eyed._ _1st Roman Soldier_—You tried the red? _2d Soldier_—No, I ain’t tried it. _1st Soldier_—You better try it.