The Press., 1891-01-29
{From The University Magazine.) A NARROW ESCA PIE.

had been sent to college sorely against my will, to Deadhole, Connecticut, which place most people will know is about a hundred miles from New York. had tried my best to be sent to one of the large colleges, withwut avail. My father was a stern disciplinarian, and had his opinion that sobriety, good discipline, and proper equipment for the work of life, were not to be had at any of the larger colleges, ab- sorbed as they were in athletics, clubs and society, So of had gone to Deadhole.
 The novelty of college life, and the new surroundings, for the first few months kept me from being oppressed by the quiet of the place. But after Christmas had fallen back some distance into the past, began to feel, more and more, the monotony of the life I was leading. longed to jump out of the rut and do something rash. Then sort of spring fever took hold of me, and hated the sight of books, chapel, college. my room-everything. was dy. ing for a change. My weekly letter home was a very Respondent epistle. I told how depressed was and half asked to be al lowed to go off on weeks trip with two of my classmates. But the answer I re. ceived from my father put an end to any such prospect. It was stern and uncom. promising in the extreme.
 '"There are times in the lives of us all, began the parental reply, "when duty seems especially hard. And I have always considered it one of the most important functions of college education to teach g boy how to persevere in his work in spite of the greatest disinclination.
 This and other sage advice of g similar nature. naturally enough, had no other ef feet than to aggravate my feeliug of e'esaus
 I was sitting in my study with my letter still in my hand, when my room mate Harry-B Blank, I shall call him-entered.
 "John," said he, "Pve made up my mind to get out of this place, and have g week in New York. Come with me and we'll start tomorrow. I thought moment; and he went on
 We've both got lots of cuts to spare, anG there won't be anything butisome lecturer to copy up. We can get them all from Frank Henry better than if we stayed ano took them ourselves, No one will evel know the difference.
 I had made up my mind "Harry, said I, ''Ill go you, :"
 We packed our valises that night, and next morning after chapel we took French leave"
 Arrived in New York, we engaged . room at the Gilsey House for week. Anc then we sat down and made out an elabor ate program for weeks. fun. To star the bali rolling, we decided to proceed i'm mediately to quiet little. lunch at Del monico's.
 E Ip comparison with our eating table ra lions, which, for the preceding week es |pecially had been characterized by an un appetizing sameness, the good things VI ordered seemed ikea f6aA U from heaven When we had finished ess}n4 we lighted our cigars, drank our wine leisurely, ana sat chatting for some time in the mos comfortable frame of mind possible. Afte time we called for our check, and evel it's extravagant figures could not in tn, least disturb our good humor. Then a Harry had letter to write, and wanted to see about gun was having mended we parted at the door.
 With my cigar still in my mouth, started across Broadway feeling on the ve ry best terms with myself and everybod else. In the middle of the street I hel, up for horse-car to go by, and was jus about to move forward again. when sa, coming toward me not ten feet away-m father!
 Heavens and Mars I'm gone p M heart gave tremendous jump and the began to beat wildly in my throat. Tn blood rushed to my face, and lost a sense of ever, thing about me. was to- dazed to think :; but I felt with full fore that the most terrible misfortune of m life had happened to me. The respect c my father gone forever-good bye colleg stern, relentless treatment-ao excuse utter deception and unmahliness Thes munitions wh1rled through me. Suddenly, seized by an impulse. I pulle down my hat little ovel my face an walked on. would not recognize m father!
 When look back at the situation, as have done many times, never cease wonder at my desperate ahdacity. Ho, in the world ever had the face to act a