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The Southern Israelite Page 25 A Nordic Knight . Short Story By Nina Kaye Allan .Parker, blond, broad shoul dered and six feet tall, needed only eraduation with honors (which would he his at the end of th ; s, his senior year) to crown four years of glory far beyond the dream of every col lege youth. He was class president. He had played, brilliantly, three years of varsity football. He wou d un doubtedly be elected to Phi Beta Kap- P ^ The idol of the student body, Allan was pointed out to wide-eyed fresh men by upper classmen. “There goes Ai Parker. You ought to see him run.” Or, if the student were of a different mind, “That's Allan Parker. His average is over ninety. He’s a phenomenon—athletic and scholastic wonder.” His professors, too, bent in homage before h‘m. Here was a mind such as they seldom encountered. A ray of light in the midst of dense fog. He grasped an idea. He could thirk through to a solution. They talked about him in the sanctum sanctorium [of their studies. Especially they 1 k- ed his fearlessness, his readiness to challenge a statement that he ques tioned. Periodically he stirred the sociology class, cutting in to challenge a cloudy thought. “I disagree with you, sir,” Al’an la red break in on Professor Chalm- »rs, most feared by all the students or his sardonic humor, his pitiless lending of lazy or less brilliant stud- nts. “I disagree with you, sir,” Al an repeated, “the Nordic supemacy heory has long since been exploded. do not think you are justified in tak ing it as a premise for our argu- lent.” “What!” the professor glared over is glasses. “You don’t know what rou are talking about, Parker. I hoose to base my argument on the heory of the supremacy of the Nor- race.” Allan would not be shouted down. |*Then you are in error, sir,” he re lied cool and level headed, as the ir in the lecture hall grew tense, he class turned to him as one man, hen eyes wandered cagily to Pro- essor Chalmers, a tower of rage co the dais. An exploded bomb could ot have been awaited with more fa- ility. Professor Chalmers brought his st down on the desk before him. |Stand up, Parker,” he demanded. Han rose to his full height beside seat. “Come forward, young man,” s professor commanded. Moving slowly to the front of the om, Allan cast a slow smile to his 1 classmates, a smile to inspire confidence, a smile to show he fear ed nothing at the hands of the irate professor. Allan took his stand before Pro fessor Chalmers. “Now,” the Professor spoke again, sharply, “stand up Lipshitz, Julius Lipshitz, come to the front of the room.” From the last seat in a distant row, a slight, dark haired figure rose and sidled forward. He stood facing Al lan. That is, he stood in front of Allan, but as he was a full foot shorter than the athlete, they did not si and face to face. Too, Lipshitz was round of shoulder and slight. His back inclined and he habitually hung his head. “Young men,” Professor Chalmers stood as a judge between Allan Par ker, blond, broad shouldered, and the shrinking figure of Julius Lipshitz “Young men,” the professor address ed his class. “I have nothing further to say. Gaze on these two specimens and decide for yourselves. Is there a Nordic theory?” A ripple of suppressed laughter passed through the room. Impervious to the professor’s cruel joke, Allan gazed straight before him. But Julius Lipshitz flinched. HU fists clenched. His head came up suddenly from its hanging position, his eyes met and held the stare of Allan Parker. And Allan found himself gazng into brown eyes, deep, broed ng eyes, now shot with a hunted look of ang uish. He had never seen so far into a soul as at that moment. Impulsively, he turned to Profes sor Chalmers. But the professor had taken h s seat and was buried in his record book. “Class dismissed,” the professor barked, without raising his head. Busy with his athletics, his activi ties as class president and his stud ies, Allan Paiker had not noticed Julius Lipshitz on the campus or in the corridors. Now, he seemed to en counter him at every turn. They were always meeting, coming suddenly face to face as they hurried along to their classes. And it was Allan’s eyes wh ch shifted, wh ch stared over the other’s head, which refused to meet the penetrating glance of these dark, hunted, hurt eyes. For Allan knew himself to be a traitor. He did not think it out so clearly. He merely sought to justify himself. He would not be where he was today, he argued when he should have been studying, if he had not decided to reveal nothing about himself. He wanted to be an engineer—a profes Crescent Laundry Company Known for Quality Work Macon, Georgia sor where to be Jewish meant to be handicapped. He had been told that his college did not welcome Jews in the forefront. He had never even been asked if he were Jewish. His name. His blond hair. He had not lied, he had merely been discreet. So he reasoned in circles and failed to convince himself. Instead of the page before him, he saw Julius Lipshitz’s eyes. He cut Professor Chalmer’s class. He tried to avoid meeting Lipshitz. But he could not get away from the hu miliation, the suffering he had seen. Hounded by his conscience he could not study for days. And this would mean that his marks for the final term would be below his average. At last he decided to go to Lipshitz, to rid himself of the weight of guilt by confessing to him. He stopped Lipshitz in the hall. The stoop-shouldered youth passed in his brooding walk and looked up. What does this young giant want from me? his surprised glance seem ed to ask. JONES & STEWART MOTOR CO. 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