The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-11-14
Jack dLGynGrd's CGU.
A College Story.

1t was very quiet that afternoon in
the college yard. In all the straight
cut paths that connected every door
with every other, there was no one
/ stirring. The wind had died away;
and the only sound was the echo OF
! passing sleigh bells, dulled by the
snow, that lay heavy on roof and
I branches. In Jack Maynard's room,
nothing was moving but the fire. In
the wide, old fashioned crate, the
ruby flame of huge piece of camel
leaped and quivered, now cleaning
on the long oar over the windows,
now throwing out a pictured face in
/ tremulous life from the darKening
wall, or lighting up the Venus of Milo
K in the corner with q half-rosy flush.
I 1t played on books, thrown loosely
about the big study-table; it sent rays
into the high book case, that glim-
mered back from polished bindings,
and from the silver cup that Jack had
won in the class-races; it made the
( chandelier glow as if it were little jets
I of flame; it sent rosy sparkles among
I the cluster of German faYors that
/ lined the frame of the picture of the
! Harvard crew, and spent all its pow
er in vain trying to Danish the shad-
OW OF the heavy curtains.
/ Jack himself, q Saxon siX-foOter,
was lying before the CRATE, with his
/ chin between his hands, and his ell
bows on the arm Of the lounge, PEN
, sively tapping the other end of that
: much-enduring piece of furniture with
the toes of his Top boots. Through the
! fragrant vapOr that curled lazily about
/ L. Rod 1a.o-
he was looking out into the yard,
where the twilight was fast deepen
( ing among the gnarled elm branches,
and lights were already beginning to
shine over the snow. He was not
/ taking much notice of the landscape,
for his face had a far-of expression;
and he made no movement till his
pipe went out, when he skillfully drop
/ ped it on the floor, without taking the
trouble to move lis hands from his
head, and spoke.
Robert, my child, areyou awake ?''
"Just what was going to ask you, y
said the child, in sleepy base voice,
from the depths of the easy chair.
1 Why child, nobody knew but Jack.
Certainly neither of the chums was a
child in stature, or in any sense ex-
cept in the sight of law. But Jack,
who objected 10 sentimentality be-
! tween men, was fond of using father
ly terms, as being sort of combina-
ton of absurdity and affection, that
I could hardly be found fault with from
either point of view.
az was thinking, Bob, how many
( hearts had been broken under. thOsSa
! old SlFns in -all-tl tlss'S. S.Sa.rS since Ile coll
! lege was founded. Just think Of the
average damage every class day 4!
Do you remember that effusiOn of
Holmes ?-sOmething about
s'Many a classic beach is strewn
With heart-shaped pebbles Of blOOd-red
stone"
Though 1 don't exactly sac where the
beach comes in."
Probably refers to Harvard during
/ the glacial period" suggested Bob.
"And was wondering" Jack went
on, chow many of all the engage
ments made in college have lasted.
/ I suppose What's-his-name's eaicula-
ting machine would give the figures
easily. 'Twould be good thing for
fellow to know, so that he could
calculate his chanches on mathemati-
cal principles"
"Jack," said Bob, rising and loom
ing soleEnly between him and the
window "are you smashed ?'
my child" said Jack, meekly, al
/ fear am"
ozark, or light ~ said Bob, sternly.
Ozark" was the answer, with a
powerful sigh.
"Where ~ said Bob, after a sad 81
lence.
''That last assembly. was slight
ly hammered on that occasion; and
last evening madly proceeded to
put myself under q pile-dFiver, by
calling on her. We talked about
philosophy and cooking and music
and art and wOmen's dress, andre
ligiOn."
'.Fatal symptom, that last" said
| Bob.
al know it," groaned Jack.
His feelings were so strong, that
his boots, inspired by his passion, tap
ped off one of the legs of the lounge,
and let hin down on the floor, where
he lay in state Of detection pitiful to
behold, until the six o'clock bell rang.
"GOing to supper" said Bob, "Or is
your appetite defunct?''
my child" was the feeble reply,
"where there's food there's hope"
Going to supper he kept musing
aloud "Ethel Hastingsl Entrancing
name! She tarries at De Vries. Said
she was going to visit some other
friends in Cambridge. Knows some
people in my place. What if she
should be there next Summerw
And he clasped his big fur gloves in
ecstacy, and struck an attitude.
With this thought, his spirits i'm
proved rapidly, 50 that when he ell
tered that Spartan clubhouse called
Commons, he was quite radiant. He
beamed upon the somewhat time
worn houri that waited on his table
and addressed her in knightly terms
"What, hoI thou jewel of my heart
bring hither thy Wheatened refresh.
ment, and crown me a goblet of DO.
vine nectar
The good natured girl grinned as il
she sweres used to il, and complied
with the courteous request. But
Jack was too high to eat much. He
handed everything within his reach
to his absent minded neighbor Brown
to watch his puzzled look; and final
= ly succeeded in exchanging Brown.