The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-07-09
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old felt hat and meagre overcoat were
all white and soft looking; you
couldn't see the holes in the crown oil
the one nor the threadbare edges oil
the other. He shutiied slowly along
this snowy path past the university.
his chin buried under his coat collar.
his shoulders up about his ears his
hands showed deep into the breast
pockets OF his overcoat Already
there were few lights in the windows
OF Matthews opposite. and solitary
black figure with cape fappnig
about its shoulders could be seen
across the yard. marching head down
against the storm.
Snivers stopped in front OF Weld.
In one OF the rooms In the north wing
there was a red glow. telling OF a
good fire. Snivers couldn't help
thinking. then OF his own poor little
room in College House. with its white
walls and deal table supporting pile
OF battered books and u brass lamp
and its empty stove. 1t had been
three days since he had had fire.
He couldn't afford to buy any more
coal at present-he had figured on
that half-ton lasting longer. 1t wasn't
so bad in the evening, because then he
could sit close up to the lamp and
keep pretty warm. but in the after
noon. before it was dark enough to
light the lamp. it was very dreary;
Snivers had rather SILVER out of
doors then than in his room. SO here
he was whitening all over like a
miserable Santa Claus.
That room in Weld with the red
glow in 1t looked very cosey. There
were curtains across the lower part
of the window. so that only q bit OF
terra Gotta wall paper surrounding a
small etching and yellow circle
cast by gas jet half turned down.
were visible. The owner must have
but just gone out probably TO dinner
for 1t was hardly dark yet hardly 6.
Snivers turned up the short path to
the front of Weld. dumped through
the dark, brick vestibule, and. with a
creak and thud Of the door entered
the hall. 1t was really very cold out
side he would get warm here. It
must be SO comfortable to live in a
place where the halls are warm.
thought he shivering underneath the
gas jet as he gazed at the sign pro.
hibiting the building to 'pedlers
beggars and book agents" He won.
dered If he would be taken for q beg
gar. Well he was one but student
too-the 'Beggar Student Z" he said
aloud. with melancholy cheerfulness.
At the end OF the hall there was an
open door. through which, past the
little vestibule, he could see the room
with the terra-cotta wall paper. Over
the floor aickered an orange light,
flinging queer trembling shadows
alb ut the room. "A wood fire must
be burning there wonder II the fell
ler' d mind II l went in" said Snivers
to himself Il guess he won't II he
doesn't find me there. And such a
fire as that--a wood fire oughtn't 70
be wasted. To think OF the Teller
wasting wood fire." With which
economical reflection Snivers timidly
entered the room.
There was an odor of cigars In the
air that made the room seem all The
more cosey. In one dark corner
glowed the polished black front OF an
ebony piano the keys cleaning like
white teeth on the grin; pictures signs
and shingles were scattered here and
there on the walls. and beside large
desk in the middle OF the room. lit
tered with books. papers tobacco and
u couple OF thin glasses was a small
open steamer trunk. Before the fire
there was a low arm chair covered
with rug. With final glance about
the room. Snivers sat down on the
edge Of the CHAIR holding his hands
to the fire with a sigh OF satisfaction.
while the snow from his hat and coat
trickled down in little streams,
spelling the rug OF his unknown hos :.
II d better not turn the gas up. f" h @
soliloquized. some OF the feller's
friends, or the fcller himself might
see the light and come in. I'll sit in
the dark-it's pleasanter anyhow with
such fire."
Suddenly he caught sight Of little
piece OF paper folded once across the
middle lying on the hearth. Mechan-
ically he reached for It and examined
it. why, it's check" he exclaimed.
as with trembling hands he held 1t In
the freight PAY to the order of
Charles Z. Graf 800" he read. Il
must be fine thought he. to have 800
andto spend 1t on anything you wanted.
as Charles p. Graf would Go. Graf
must be one OF those fellows you see
sometimes on Sunday afternoon. In
long. loose overcoats and silk hats.
boarding the electric cars to 90 into
Boston. One OF those fellows who
think nothing OF going to the theater
when they wantto. that can spend q
whole hundred dollars on fun. Fell
lows that leave $780, checks lying on
the hearth with the door open can =
think much Of 800 He poor Snivers
had not even enough to buy q little
coal. II he only had 800! and Sniv-
ers fell a-planning what he would do
with so much money. staring into the
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