The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-06-01

troduced to Mr.. Stevens nephew and
his roommate. George Stoddard
In spite of the threatening rain,
everybody had turned out for the big
game. The streets were crowded with
mud-spattered touring cars. Harvard
and Princeton colors fluttered every
where, and a festive, holiday atmos-
phere was in the air
AS they made their way up to the
college grounds, the boys entertained
them with enthusiastic accounts of
the players, the crowd, and the all
absorbing question of dry field
It's in fine shape now-we've got
it covered with straw. If only the
rain holds off,"
Under the impressive Blair Arch,
they strolled up the winding graveled
patch across the campus to one of the
gray stone dormitories
AS they entered the hall, Bob ran
ahead with an apologize:
IF you'll wait here just a moment,
I'll make sure the place is present
able and he darted up three steps at
a time
The stairs were uncarpeted and
tracked with mud, but the room they
entered was most cheerful and COM
Portable
While the others went first to the
window to admire the view of the
campus, Helen took in every detail of
the furnishings. She felt instincticely
that it was typical college boys
room.
The mission furniture, which. she
mad always disliked, seemed appropri-
ate here. There was a large center
CfVny
zines, several strong leather-seated
piled with pillows
COLLEGE DECORATIONS.
The walls, papered in plain, dark
red, were covered with college pen
nants, photographs and sketches. In
tennis rackets, some golf sticks and a
pair of dumbbells.
what HAVE you done to your
lights?" demanded Mrs. Stevens, glanc-
ing at the chandelier whose four lights,
with their funnelshaped green shades
mad been turned upward to the ceiling.
Everybody laughed at the comical,
almost dissipated air the inverted
shades gave to the said chandelier
eWturned them up the other night
when we had party. You see" press
ing the button, 1T softens the light
doesn't give such a glare"
'lngenius idea" cOmemnted War
rem. who was glancing over a text
book on metaphysics.
'WOuld you like to see the bed
ROOM" opening the door to one of the
two adjoining rooms
THAT'S his ROM" admitted Stod-
dard. mines always so upset that |
never show it."
Inc bedroom was even more strik-
ingly masculine than the study. 1t was
rather bare, ande every articles was
strictly utilitarian. The two things
that impressed Helen Most were the
astonishing number of ties that hung
by the chiffonier. and the long array
of shoes under the bed
THAT the girl, Bob" demanded Mr..
nOdding toward a picture of
a pretty girl which stood on the chit
fOnier.
How many of the sofa pillows did
she make" laughed Mrs. Stevens.
only one. She's at Wellesley, and
doesn'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 a
pany of something like envy. She
felt suddenly quite old and mature.
You furnish your own rooms here?"
askek Warren, as they now went back
into the study. ooh, yes, but we buy
most of the stuff from the fellows who
are leaving. We do all the papering
and painting, too"
"Why, Ia think the college would