The San Francisco call and post., 1913-12-13

the light-doesn't give such a glare
Ingenious idea," commented War
ren who was glancing over a text
book on metaphysics.
Would you like to see the bed
froomT' opening the door to one of the
two adjoining rooms.
That's his roon." admitted Stod-
dard- Mines always SO upset that
1 never show it."
The bedroom was even more strik-
ingly masculine than the study. 1t
was rather bare, and every article
was strictly utilitarian. The two
things that impressed Helen most
were the astonishing number of ties
that hung by the chiffonier, and long
array of shoes under the bed.
That the girl. Bob?" demanded Mr..
Stevens nodding toward a picture of
pretty girl which stood on the chiffo-
nier.
How many of the sofa pillows did
she make?" laughed Mrs. Stevens.
Only one. She's at Wellesley, and
don't go in for fancy work"
To be as young and pretty as that.
TO be in Wellesley, and to have this
big Princeton boy in love with her.
Helen looked at the picture with
pang of something like envy. She
felt suddenly quite old and mature.
You furnish your own rooms here?"
asked Warren, as they now went back
into the study.
"oh. yes, but we buy most of the
stuff from the fellows who're leaving.
We do all the papering and painting.
too
Why I'd think the college would do
that exclaimed Mrs. stevens.
Then if you want to change your
rooms-you're out the paper?''
No, we sell it to the next tenant.
Last year ] had single roonl-a
freshman's got it now-I sold him the
wallpaper"
But suppose he hadn't wanted to
buy it?''
"oh. that's part of the ethics. If
it's in good condition they're supposed
to pay something on it. Cost me
fifteen dollars to have it papered.
and made him pay six fifty.
But he's such timid youngster that
If I'd asked the whole fifteen he'd
have paid it,"
Yes. and you're such an old softy."
broke in. his roommate. that Won
threw in that rug to ease your con-
science"
BOB BLUSHEs
Bob blushed at this reference to his
generosity.
There was a sudden clatter of
heavy feet through the bare hail and
both boys darted out A sound of
scuffle, then they reappeared. Bob
dragging by the collar a youngster of
about Is.
The boys crimson face proclaimed
the luckless freshman. With judicial
gravity the two juniors set about
'horsing' him.
Now do a wheelbarrow for the
ladies. While"
With his face now a brick red, the
unhappy freshman got down on his
knees. while with unperturbed So
lemnity they took him by his feet and
walked him around the room on his
hands.
Now stand on your headr'
The others were convulsed with
laughter, but Helen was filed with
indignant pity as the boy made an
earnest, though futile and ungraceful
effort to accomplish this feat.
'.That'll do. Now tell story
To the flushed disheveled freshman,
the telling of story was even greater
torture than the physical stunts.
With his eyes riveted on the floor, he
began a hurried -mumbling.
Mono, speak up. We want to
hear your story"
When the boy had finally stammered
it out he was ordered to get down and
dig for the point" Once again he
got down on the floor and groped
foolishly about.
Helen was almost as unhappy as
the boy. Surely they ought to let him
go now But his tormentors were
merciless.
Come over here now and propose
to Mrs. Stevens ordered Bob This
is Mrs. Stevens on the couch"
Plainly he had been forced to do
this before, for the next moment the
wretched boy was on his knees be-
fore Mrs. Stevens, blurting out some
thing about nEair lady do me the