Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-06-23

upon the tip of his Roman nose. tie was well up in all the printing arts o1 that day; keenly intelligent, too; mak- inc the most of printers large oppor- tunities. When afterwards l almost be- came a denizen of his office ton the sky floor of the old building which Messrs- Veitch have so long made fragrant with their floral trade) l enjoyed long discussions with him, upon every imaginable subject-he leaning on his ease, and l, enjoying for the nonce the dirnities of an editorial chair, and looking out over the New Haven green, cut tbwart by the sheen of the Greek state house. With me he was suavity itself: but there were times when, as toiled up the narrow stairway, have overheard him giving wordy wallop to some careless apprentice, which transcended all the bounds of ortho- doxv.
 Ny interviewer smiled; but-drew out his watch.
 I skipped incontinently to the ground floor of the same range of buildings, fronting the New Haven green; and introduced the subject of the college book store.
 What a haunt it was, to be surel
 Edward Herrick was the senior of the firm for some years; but far too studi- ous and searching to permit of his giv- ing fit attention to cross-counter traf- fic; scholar, linguist, entomologist,
 ,,oa,1 f,41 4r> ,,aaJiY, bo1ra and finding his niche at last in the al eoves of the college library. The jun for bookseller in this rendezvous of all properly disposed Yale men was Ben Moves; never covetous of titles, nor low ing books overmuch; but bringing rare energy and unfagging zeal to what ever reused his sympathies. All New Haven men of the last generation knew Ben Moves, and his dark eyes, and long hair, and sinewy make. He knew no fatigues and no risks that he dared not face. He had a quick eye for ''Prima- ries, 5 and for lobbing-conjured men into congress-seeured charters for some-gained appointments for friends, and saddlcd insurance risks flor others; he wrought for many who turned their backs on him, and died, chafng at the indolence which disease imposed.
 Going westward from the wealthy shelves of the college book store, re- member nothing but a shambling wooden building upon that corner where now the august pile of the New Haven house" invites the rich and the wayfarer; but beyond, and against that portion of the old campus, where the old South" threw it's afternoon shadow, there stood a squat, three-story build ing, pierced by narrow stairway in its center, which led to many upper mysteries-among them that long vaulted chamber where Linonia held court, and where Fresh candidates from the up-country looked in amaze ment upon the damask upholstery, the splendid veneering of the president's desk, and the brilliant glitter of those chandeliers, which were wont to trem- ble and shake, under the tempests of college oratory.
 The interviewer is fatteringly gra- eious, but interposes again: "What about old commencements? Was in- terest in them more generalT' Without doubt; why, all the ministers and the deacons in the near towns put on clean collars and their best toggery to drive in for commencement day. The old railing about the green was hitch ing place for half its circuit. Old ladies living along the out-of-town roads, plotted for the return of their best bombazines from the mantua makers, for the commencement scrimmage. The seniors coming back from that Clark of six-weeks' vacation, which told you of-sunbrowned and ehirrupy -bealned with a contagious joyous ness; the aunts and cousins and sweet hearts of these last (and of the new come fresh) flooded all the walks with flashing cambrics and cheeriness. Even before the great procession headed by the sheriff of the county. and with constables for marshals-had meandered it's way down from the Lyceum doorstep to the front of Center church, the galleries were packed-the windows all open, show ing piles of muslin and huttering fans, <zSs l