The Tomahawk., 1917-01-25

hydro-sulphuric acid to soak. Then we
tip-toed out, carrying large beakers
of the smelly triumphs we had pro-
duced and hurled them over the tran
SONS into the other rooms. But before
we went, being somewhat hurried, we
dropped clue. It was foolish thing
to do, but criminals always 90
it. No matter how careful you are
when committing crime you are al
ways bound to leave some damaging
evidence. We dropped ours right on the
professors desk where he would be
sure to find it. 1t was Il handkerchief
all stained with acid. And it had a
name embroidered in the corner. Why
on earth do men, especially reckless
men, have their names embroidered on
their handkerchiefS? This one would
have been our ruin, only the name was
"Grabbenheim.'
We left a bunch Of keys in cab
met, too. There was a metal tag on
the ring with the name "Grabben-
heim,"< on it. Cost us 50 cents to
have an old locksmith stamp that
name the afternoon before. And down
on :Ae campus when we had slipped
oui,,ly out and had unostentatiously
ooz:,l into the shrubbery about four
seconds after the night watch had
turxrd the corner we left hat 1t is
oft.,a done by men who are in 6 treat
hus*y. And of course there is nothing
so <iamning as hat with the Gamers
na'Ne in it. Grabby shouldn't have
dec:rated all his personal property
with his full name. &C." would have
beSa cutie sufficient.
We slept late the next morning and
wandered peacefully down into pam
demonium instead Of chapel. The COL
lege was buzzing like hornets nest
just before the order to fire at ran
dom is given. The faculty was unani-
mously absent. It was meeting in
executive session. Every few minutes
it was sending out a new request that
Mr.. Grabbenheim appear before it i'm
mediately. The deputy sheriff was
also looking for Mr.. Grabbenheim. His
popularity of the, day before was as
nothing beside his extreme desirability
just then. People who had never heard
of him before simply ached to get hold
of him. I believe old Professor Grubb
would have given a year of his life to
have been allowed to converse with
Grabbenheim for just minute-with
a meat ak.
AS for the students, Of course, the
feelings were pretty well mixed. 1t
hot
had done a noble and gallant deed,
but that he had displayed unusual
gumminess of intellect in the details.
That was laid up of course to the fact
that he was but poor, dumb foreign
err, unacquainted with our customs.
But he had done his best, and there
wars great regret over the whole I'M
fortunate affair." mean the clues
The most particular and heartrending
regret was displayed by seven young
ladies for whom some of us had once
had a tender regard. Never had I
seen such passionate and despairing
regret. Some of them wept openly.
At ten o'clock the faculty expelled
Grabbenheim by a unanimous vote and
exhorted the sheriff to capture him,
dead or alive. Professor Wogg held
out for mercy to the last. It almost
broke his heart to lose Grabbenheim,
but, as he had often complained,
mathematics stood little show in this
impractical world and genius got no
consideration. I don't believe he has
ever quite recovered from the blow,
and he still quotes Grabbenheim's
marks, am told.
That afternoon most of us seven
got notes from the young ladies who
had dumped us overheard with such
regret two days before. The notes
were absurdly friendly. They were
deal to have received a week before,
but somehow they were merely painful
at that time. Our faith in womankind
was gone. We were embittered men.
We went to the athletic dance, but we
staged it and stood for the most part
in the corners, looking scornfully on
at the proceedings. We could hardly
condescend to dance with any woman
guilty or innocent.
Only one of the several girls ap.
peared. Miss Toothby came in late
with Simpkins. He had been asking
her to various affairs steadily for two
years, but she had always had previous
engagements. When they came in
Pierce gave an awful start and re-
manned absorbed in thought for some
minutes. Then he looked at me. j
looked back. Then we both looked al
Simpkins. Then simultaneously some
thing within us swelled up and burst
into an awful and corrosive wrath
Dundernoodles that we we're! Why
hadn't we suspected Simpkins beforei
No, we never entirely got even with
Simpkins. He still lives.
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