The Choice of Cyril Harjohn

THE CHOICE OF CYRIL HARJOHN
By Jerome K Jerome
BETWEEN a junior resident master of twenty-one, and a backward lad of fifteen, there yawns an impassable gulf. Between a struggling journalist of one-and-thirty, and an M.D. of twenty-five, with a brilliant record behind him, and a career of exceptional promise before him, a close friendship is permissible.
My introduction to Cyril Harjohn was through the Rev. Charles Fauerberg.
"Our young friend," said the Rev. Mr. Fauerberg, standing in the most approved tutorial attitude, with his hand upon his pupil's shoulders; "—our young friend has been somewhat neglected, but I see in him possibilities warranting hope—warranting, I may say, very great hope. For the present, he will be under my especial care; and you will not therefore concern yourself with his studies. He will sleep with Milling and the others in dormitory number two."
The lad formed a liking for me, and I think, and hope, I rendered his sojourn at "Alpha House" less irksome than otherwise it might have been. The Reverend Charles' method with the backward was on all fours with that adopted for the bringing on of geese; he cooped them up and crammed them. The process is profi

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