JOHN BARTINE'S WATCH
A STORY BY A PHYSICIAN
THE exact time? Good God! my friend, why do you insist? One would think—but what does it matter; it is easily bedtime isn't that near enough? But, here, if you must set your watch, take mine and see for yourself."
With that he detached his watch—a tremendously heavy, old-fashioned one—from the chain, and handed it to me; then turned away, and walking across the room to a shelf of books, began an examination of their backs. His agitation and evident distress surprised me; they appeared reasonless. Having set my watch by his, I stepped over to where he stood and said, " Thank you."
As he took his timepiece and reattached it to the guard I observed that his hands were unsteady. With a tact upon which I greatly prided myself, I sauntered carelessly to the sideboard and took some brandy and water; then, begging his pardon for my thoughtlessness, asked him to have some and went back to
