The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1903-07-04

WITH HIM.
and as though she regarded this as
proof positive that she had estab-
lished her point, Miss Merton
branched off upon another theme.
When Saturday night came Ros-
! sitter proposed to Joe Becraft that
they should walk into Hintonville to-
| gether. Before starting he APP
| preached Parmelee, into whose good
| graces he had rapidly advanced by
the admirable way in which he had
| performed his work, and requested
that he be paid the amount due him
for his labor.
IT'S not accordin' to our custom"
said the joyial manager, but as long
as I'm pretty reasonably sure it isn't
whisky you're wantin' to spend it
for, l don't mind seem that you're
accommodated"
with such pair of shoes, the only
| ones | possess" said Rossiter, point
ing to his dlapidated footgear, 1T
isn't very likely the money'll go for
drink"
Both men derived much pleasure
from their walk. They found the
streets of the little town bright
with purchasers and strollers come
in from the country, and in the shops
Rossiter saw number of faces that
he recalled from his old college
days. After having liquidated the
small debt he owed Becraft, he in
vested in pair of stout shoes at a
sale that CHANGED to be in progress,
and also in cheap razor and few
toilet articles. He then had exactly
dime remaining.
Just enough for two beers!" he
exclaimed, pitching the little silver
disk into the air and catching it
as it descended.
Joe protested against his spending
his last cent, but Rossiter insisted
that it was his treat" so the two
went into the bar room of the Hin
tonville House, where the desired
beverage was speedily Forthcoming.
As Rossiter placed his empty glass
upon the bar bacchanalian college
roar through the streets with few
choice and congenial spirits Ga ditty
which embalmed the name of for
mer proprietor of the Hintonville
IIouse), unrecalled for years, went
lifting through his brain
Down to Powers we will co.
Let the lager freely flow,
Then go reellng to and fro
Back to Alma Matera"
1t had very rallish sound, but it had
never meant much more than the
natural outburst of the exuberance
of youth.
With the recollection of the college
song came the thought of the col
lege, and he decided that on the
morrow he would make pilgrimage
to the scenes of his student days.
Accordingly, Sunday morning, soon
after he had breakfasted, he Slipped
away and set out. The autumn term
had not yet opened and he knew he
should have the campus practically
to himself Reaching Hinton,ille. he
left the village square behind. and
turned westward along the extensive
maple-shadcd street that led to the
base Of the hill on the crest of which
the college buildings were situated.
Upon the old stone bridge spanning
the swiftly flowing Oskenonto he
paused, as he had so often done be-
fore. to watch the dancing water.
the swaying willows, and the chang
ing lights and shadows. Then he
went on up the long, steep slope.
Now he saw changes on every hand
Buildings belonging to the various
college fraternities were dotted along
the hillside where, in his day. there
had been open fields. He looked for
a grape vineyard that an injudicious
husbandman had persisted in cultis
waiting to the vast delight Of the stu
dents, but Il had disappeared. Tie
little wooden arbor half way np the |
hill had been replaced IS . more In j
posing structufe built An part 81 |
hswn stone. He cav the venerable ,