Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-08-21
JACK MAYNARD'S CALL.


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; ana the only
sound was the echo of passing sleigh bells,
dulled by the snow that lay heavy on roet
and branches. In Jack Maynard's room
nothing was moving but the fire. In the
wide, old-fashioned CRATE the ruddy 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 in the corner with a half rosy
flush. 1t played on books thrown loosely
about the big study table it sent rays in
to the high bookcase that glimmered back
from polished bindings and from the silver
cup that Jack had won in the class races :;
full of little Jets of flame; it sent rosy
sparks among the cluster of Il German
favors that lined the frame of picture of
the Harvard crew, and spent all It's power
in vain trying to bauish the shadow OF tic
heavy curtains.
Jack himself, q Saxon six-footer, was
lying before the CRATE, with his chin be-
tween his hands, and his elbows on the
arm of the lounge, pensively tapping the
other end of that much enGuring piece Of
! furniture with the toes of his p-boots
| Through the fragrant vapor that curled
lazily about his head from a long -stemmed
pipe, he was looking out nto the yard,
where the twilight was fast deepening
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 u
far-off expression and he had made no
movement till his pipe went out, when he
skilfully dropped 1t on the floor, without
| taking the trouble to move his hands from
his head, and spoke. ~
Robert, my child, re you awake ?"
"Just what [ was going to ask you,7
said the child in sleepy bass voice, from
the depths Of the easy chair. Why. child,
nobody knew but Jack. Certainly neither
of the chums was d child i'll stature, or in
any sense except in the sight of the law.
But Jack, who objected to sentimentality
between men, was fond of using fatherly
terms, as being a sort of combination OF
absurdity and affection that could hardl y
be found fault with from either point of
view.
was thinking, Bob, how many hearts
| had been broken under those old elms in
all the years since the college was found
| ed. Just think of the average damage
every class-day! Do you remember that
| effusion of Holmes ?-something about
| Many classic beach is strewn
With heart-shaped pebbles of blood-red stone.'
Though | don't exactly see where the
| beach comes in"
Probably refers to Harvard during
the glacial PERIOD" suggested Bob.
And | was wondering" Jack went on,
how many Of all the engagements made
in colleges have lasted. suppose Watts
his-name's calculating machine would
give the figures easily. Twould be a
coed thing for fellow to know, so that
he could calculate his chances on mathe-
nnatical principles"
!" jack said Bob, rising and looming
solemnly between him and the window
/" are you smashed ?o
"My child" said Jack meekly, " fear
| am"
ozark, or Ight?" said Bob, sternIy.
ozark" was the answer, with power
full sigh.
"Where ?" said Bob after a sad silence
" That last assembly. l was slightly
hammered On that OCCASION and last
evening l madly proceeded to put myself
under pile-driver by calling on her. We
talked about philosophy and cooking and
music and art and women's dress, and
religion"
" Fatal symptom, that last" said Bob
know it," groaned Jack.
His feelings were SO strong that his
boots, inspired by his passion, tapped of
one of the legs of the lounge, and let him
down on the floor, where he lay in a state
of detection pitiful to behold, until the six
o'clock bell rung
''Going to supper ?" said Bob; is
your appetite defunct?"
"My child" was the feeble reply
"where there's food there's hope0
Going to supper he kept musing aloud
Ethel Hastings Enhancing name
She tarries at De Vries'. Said she was
going to visit some other friends in Cam
bridge. Knows some people In my nelgh
bo1hood. What if she should be there
next summer ?"
And he clasped his big fur gloves IL
ecstacy, and struck an attitude,
With this thought his spirits improved
rapidly, so that when he entered tina
Spartan clubhouse called Commons he
was quiet radiant lie beamed upon th'
somewhat time-wora houri that waited OF
his table, and addressed her in knight,
terms.
. What, ho thou jewel of me heart
2 bring hither the wheaton refreshmel,t. ant
crown me goblet of bovine nectar"