Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1886-01-05
A THOUSAND TO FIVE.
IA Min { hicapn Tribune.

4 n. y. VI w ucako lrioh"fsl
II you take sharp turn to the right
midway on the lfey road between the
city of OAon aud Littlenore asylum a
beautiful green lane will bring you TO
The locks and the narrow foot bridge
which for convenience is placed across
the h0od gates that you may pass to
the opposite bank OF the Thames. The
antique city lies still to Your right with
lis spires, and domes, and college
towers, which stand out in the clear
cut. dark uprights against the wintry,
gray sky, or. in the blue haze of sum
oer mist, appear Is If dressed in purple
gAuze.
The bank on which you stand has a
vide foot path, which narrows as you
-recede from the city. liere the river
iespens slightly. while few yards far
ther on tie stream grows so shallow
that rank though not unp'ctures lie
weeds and water flowers spring up TO
greet the eye
In the early morning or on summer
evenings true admirers OF the eautiful
never miss frequenting this spot. Low.
ers, the invalid. the weary student all
alike here find rest and long TO breathe
IN an air that seems 10 stir INTO life
everything in the vicinity.
Ii was the day after tue Oxford and
Cambridge boat race. At the former
university things we're unusually Iuiet,
though the crews were far from dis.
couraged. AT the latter there was high
glee. After many successive years OF
struggling and defeat Cambridge had
once more won the day. The tates had
deci4ed in her favor.
let a few earnest cockswains and
trainers might be seen in busy CONVEX
eations nc the various newly painted
and gilded oat-houses, and not few
canoes and gigs had demanded an open
ing of the LOCKS that morning. still
the marked excitement and hustle oi
the three preceding days had now all b.;
died away. A soLer air peryaded eyer.-
thing Song-birds from their boughs
but twittered slightly and seemed to
glance askance at passers.by
'les, Jack, that was the bet.
''Frightful odds, WASH [ it chimed in
Bently hnoll.
but say, old fellow, do tell us that
tale" pursued the trst speaker, a stall
wart among the three young crack oars.
men of the iirst OXFORD crew.
He addressed Paul Clifton. They
were seated with elbows on knees and
half reclining over the rail OF Magdaen
college boat house. All were attired in
loose blouses, sleeves tucked ~, white
boating trousers, and canvas shoes.
Paul Clifton, or Capt. Cliff. AS his
companions sometimes called him, was
the Oldest ell ow in Jesus college With
. forehead largely intellectual though
pinched in face, and slightly stopped, he
was deemed the largest hearted fellow
in all Oxfordshire. The whole faculty
loved him and the meanest undergrad
nate in his presence had no fears.
''l'm a whale i. you fellows don't bore
. man, was the reply, accompanied
with the best natured of grins.
''But say, Cliff, We chaps never heard
that story. and, then, you tell it so
we'll"
A slap between the shoulders, and
Paul coughed. All laughed heartily
and the old scholar began;
We'll. my lads. you must know that
Maud Caveliers, AS We called her, was
in her own right one of the modest,
wealthiest, prettiest, and proudest lad.
ios in all Uxon. She had seen 10 beau
tiful summers ana the winters could
not have been very severe, for they had
left nothing cold or ugly or oh. ection-
able in her nature. Yet, as ] said, she
vas proud, and she had right TO he.
es. she was gem OF a girl--a regular
AAwl,.,., Doth pts
and her uncle, with whom she lived,
was dean of Magdalen college and one
among the most indulgent OF old gen.
tlemen.
Throughout our university city Lady
Maud was the rage and alteration OF
young and old. J have heard il said
that, like a morning star, she lit the
path OF many poor professor and care
worn student. They did not all love
her, for the simple reason that they
dared not. But j. did the fellows good
70 sit in their windows and see her float
past on her customary morning walk.
] tell you my lads, and Clifton struck
his brawny thigh as il to emphasize
what he said, there are some women
who are to the earth as angels, and to
marry them is in part TO spoil them.
such was Lady Maud. Love was in the
cir she exhaled, and tenderness Sc, IN d
TO wait from the very folds OF her gar
ment whittier she moved.
well, it was Just twenty seven years
ego. and christopher Lund was the
poorest undergraduate at Jesus college
SO poor that the chapel mice Stunned
his scanty apartment and ran aiirighted
into their holes at his approach. Yet
by his pen he managed to maintain him
self at college and in large measure
helped to support an invalid sister at
an lncurable home in Wales. He was
q quiet. earnest, honest fellow, and we
all pitied him and, without his know.
ing it, helped him in hundred little
ways.
Next to my room and domiciled in
Injury lived young Tankerville, the
Cri sus OF our college. His fathers in
heritance had but fallen 10 him some
months before. and he deserved it. He
was capital fellow, large hearted,
empty headed, and Drimfull of sport.
His pocketbook was ever open. Many
q struggling fellow who went to
bed at night worrying over the
expenses OF the morrow woke up
In the morning TO find placed between
the leaves OF his Latin or Greek cNer-
else book small note on the Bank Of
England. At first such unusual ben.
s6cence puz led us, but We very soon