Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-11-18

mad been prom sirl in lighter days and
wished 20 behold those scenes again The first
evening of their visit. Mr.. Diniwiddie was packed
off to the Club to meet people, with strict orders
not 20 come home too carly. Mrs. Dinw!ddie went
with Lucy and the girls to musicale.
AT seven minuteJ past the NEXT morning .r.
Dinwiddc picked his way dantly across Alden
Street and turned down Glen Street IT, his TEN.
.orary home. The left side of Glen Street is lined
by dry, little. ateColonial houses; the right rise
cflike. the long, red. inany-windowcd walls OF
University Do"mitory. Mrs. Dinwiddies sisters
husbands house was the ffth--a thin. ashamed
house. with concrete in the front yard. Let
it be understood past question that, In spite Of the
hour, Mr.. Dinwidde profoundly cober He was
not feeling very we'll because he had been drinking
horses necks while the other drank Blaci;-and.
white hishballs; and he had oonscien;iously kept
even - and five bottles of ginger ale at sitting Is
strain.
~. Dinwiddie found the fifth house, verified the
number. looked at his silver watch, went through
the gate sdewise. and with sigh OF relief rang the
bell. He glanced at the dormitory and
thought shifted at the skirts of Ais mind IA
thought which. had Mr.. Dinwddie been Wordsworth
would have resulted in the sonnet on Westminster
Bridge. He sighed and pushed the button again.
An aching stiffness followed. A cab clacked down
Alden Street and numbered out of hearing. Mr..
Dinwiddie's face hardened. He leaned long against
the button until he could family hear the querulous
voice of the bell He listened until his own pulses
were as the thread of multtudes hurrying open
the door. Still held the hollow hush. Had MIR.
Dinwiddc been a scholar he might have reflected
that the Greeks and primitive peoples generally have
been quite correct in locating the seat of the
and alternateG his bellrnging with such tentative
gatherings at the door it seemed must arouse the
neghborhood. But Glen Street is Injured to nocturnal
noises. and all its mighty heart continued lie STILL
Mr.. Dnwddie desisted listened at the keyhoe
then decacy abdcated He retreated the side.
walk and called his wo's name aloud in the public
street Mary walled Mr. Dinwiddie oh, Mary!
Let me in"
Across the way restless Sophomore with
headache heard that wall and Leaning half
way out of his window, he contemplated the sere
nader.
Mary! Mary. Open the door"
The Sophomore reached for the water-botte
his window.s. uncorked it, and slowly drank
pint. Then he wetted his head. Then he leaned
out again. Then he chuckled. Other students
a~oke and aroused their roommates. The invoca.
tons in the street gained volume. The psychic
sense of something doing pervaded the dormitory.
Presently every window held two mistwhite
wraiths. observant, grnning. A handful OF matches
spattered on the sidewalk. raising little pale flames.
voice cried. Fire" and the multitudnous a,nuse~
ment became audible. Mr.. Dinwiddie started and
grew hot His hair itched. He desperate.
"Mary! Mary! Let me in! It's Its Arthur"
The Sophomore nearly threw himself past his bal.
Now, then. fellows. all together" Three
hundred pairs of sturdy lungs filed at the word
Are you ready? One. two"
"oH, MARY sTICKYoURHEAD.o OUT oFrHE
WINDOW!!"
Mr. Dinwiddie nearly tainted with shame and rage.
His heart alternate flame and Ice He shook his
thin fists overhead ard demonstrated passionately
But by this time loghorn would have been maud.
bic The strains OF Don't you see I'm lonely?" at
one end of the building contended with a hastily
cxtempor,ed version of Everybody Works but
Arthur" at the other The splattor OF matches was
incessant All the noisy domestic animals
were initiated at o2Ce, OnS firing blank
cartridges another displaying his ignorance OF
the bugle; tanning newspapers, floating earthward
or sticking among tie telephone Wits. grue-
some light over the scene. And from upper win.
dow stenorian wretch with a megapnone
turing Mary by all known gods OF classic and mod.
ern times to cut out rouEHinG her car and produce
pcor Arthurs nighte.
Gentlemen! Gentlemen" shrieked Mr.. D,nw!ddie
in a momentary lull consider! How YOU
Bottle night" roared senior. And Immediately
every man in the building hurled his water-bottle
crashing into the street and followed it with his
washbowl and pitcher Broken glass slithercd
the stones bottles and FLASHED pitchers Popped.
washbowls doomed And amid the scattering fire of
the last ammunition the Dorinitory charteu with
one organ-Noicc: