The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-04-29
Toms Sophomore Year.

Tom stood in the middle of the room With
his hands in his pockets, and, whistling
fCitly, looking about him.
1t was plain little room Just under the
roof, but it had been Toms room ever since
he had bad one Of his own, and he was at
tached TO it.
But in day or two, 30 be was saying to
himself, be was to leave it for nearly year.
There, neer the head of the bed, stood his
trunks funny old trunk that had belonged
to his grandfather, aud was covered with
hairy hide fastened with brass nails.
de had just been packing it, and a glance
at its contents told whers he was going to
spend the coming year
For besides his clothing might be seen
green. covered Latin and Greek grsmmss,
leathern- bound lexicons, an algebra, geom-
etry. a copy of Livy. aud several other
books which spoke of college course.
For three deys later, at his college in s
country town more than a hundred miles
away, Tom Sargent intended TO make his
first appearance as learned Sophomore.
Just to think!'' be sad to himself. les
only three days now, and then Ill see all the
fellows. Won't we have some pow.woTs?
And won't We dig into the old classics ard
mathematics? and be gave boyish shuii =
on the floor TO give vent TO his delight.
Just Thea he heard step below his win.
dow, END looking out, he saw his father en-
tering the yard on foot.
why, father!" cried Tom, suddenly
did you walk all the way homer
Yes"
why, where's Topsy7n
Topsy was Mr.. Ssrgent's little black horse
that be hsd had for years; and now that he
more bulky as sge crept on, he had done bat
little walking in his business about town,
bat made Topsy his invarisble companion.
Where's Topsy, father?" asked Tom
again.
well Tom" said his father laying down
his knife and FORK, Il suppose I've sold
ieold Topsyp cried Tom. ''Did you know
it, mother?'
But his mothers face was snswer enough.
"Wby, what for fatherY' Tom continued
''eold Topsy? And the new buggy you
bought last year, to make your driving easy
have you sold that too?"
bargain isn't really closed. bat Joe Watson
has taken them to try, to-day, and II his of
er's fair shAll take il"
why, father" said Tom in q remonstrat.
ing tone, as be brushed back his stiff hair.
why, your business keeps you travelling
between your shop aud the folks that WORK
for you. all the time, You can't walk al
that much"
81 must cut down expenses" said Mr. iSar-
gent. I've run behind, this last year
There's no other way"
Nothing more was said
After dinner Tom went no to his room
again, and sat down on q corner OF the trunk.
Topsy Sold And the buggy sold Il did
not seem possible. And TO think of his IA
ther, far from being vigorous now, yet forced
to plod about continually over tie rough
roads
The backs of the grammars and lexic1ns,
smiling up at him from the trunk, made him
uncomfortable.
He rose and shut down the cover of the
trunk. and stood for long tins with his
hands in his pocket, looking out of the win
dow There was very pretty landscape OF
green pastures and woodlands outside, but
Tom saw nothing Of it. His eyes seemed to
be fixed on some far away place beyond toe
horizon.
After while be turned and began to pace
the room. Then he paused by his trunk and
opened 1t again, and looked 10. What pleas