Middletown transcript., 1903-06-06
His mirth was contagious, and
she laughed in sudden surrender.

she laughed in sudden surrender
) Yes, she said, impulsively. II
play. Let's be children to- night
i So he drew her hand close
within his arm, and they started
on their adventures. First they
peeped in at the Gym, but it wa:
too crowded for comfort; thel
they went over to the yard and
strolled about in the crowd, two
OF the most light-hearted in it
Through windows they caught
glimpses of busy walters clearing
away the remnants Of spreads
that had been; other darkeneo
windows were filled with laugh
ing girls; the bands were playing
The moon smiled affably dowr
upon the pretty scene.
| Prescottand the lady who clung
to his arm sought a seat in the
farther portion of the yard, and
there they talked comfortably OF
many things, or rested in long,
delicious silences.
Really, there's nothing like
Glass Day, after all, Preston de-
clared ;andhis companion nodded.
Yet it seemed very dull this
afternoon, she observed. Just
walking round and round, with
tobacco smoke in the air and a
ceaseless murmur of voices. The
lights and music and all make a
great difference.
So they do, said Prescott, smil-
ing. Then he looked at his watch.
Nearly nine, he said; we must go
out where we can hear the con-
cert.
AS they moved down toward
Thayer, Prescott had sudden
inspiration. He looked up at the
old windows a moment, and then
he led his companion boldly in at
the doorway.
Where are you going? she ask
ed, surprised.
To the old room, of course, he
said, briefly; this is our Glass
Day, you know.
They had reached the door of
the room, and Miss Richards
drew back. There are people
here, she said. Do you know
them?
Prescott turned laughing eyes
upon her. Know the people in
my own room? he said. Wait
here a moment and I'll show you.
He walked straight to a certain
window where senior sat with
a pretty girl in pink. Prescott
laid his hand on the young mans
shoulder. Pardon me, he began,
I haven't the pleasure of your
acquaintance, but I recognize you
as a man and a brother and son
of old Harvard. I want to ask a
favor. May I borrow tie use Of
this window seat for half an hour?
The senior frowned little,
feeling that this handsome grad
uate was making sport of him.
Prescott smiled. This used to
be my room, you see, he went on
by way Of explanation, and ! miss
ed keeping very special engage
ment here just ten years ago to-
| day.
Well, miraculously, I have the
chance to try my luck again
The-with a glance at the pretty
girl in pink-the caseis desperate
or T wouldn't ask the favor. T
think you understand.
The senior arose quickly, a
sympathetic grin lighting his
countenance. Don't mention it,
he said, we were about to leave.
Pray accept my good wishes.
The pretty girl smiled also,
and they moved away.
A few moments later, the lady
who should have occupied that
corner ten years before was lean
ing back among the cushions of
the window seat and the man who
was re-living his Glass Day sat
comfortably ensconced in the
opposite corner congratulating
himself on his quick wit and di-
plomacy.
The gas was turned low, but he
could still see the furnishings of
the room.
Same old place, he murmured.
Oh, college life is great, after all!
The young woman who leaned
against the cushions sighed soft
ly. Would you like to 60 back?
she asked, a little wistfully.
Yes, he said, or perhaps, after
all, it would be better to go for
ward that is
There comes the Banjo Club,
she interrupted; I wish It were