The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-10-16
NOW GO ON WITH THE STOR'
CHAPTER TX

The presidents house at Pendleton
University is gracious square struc.
turc of decaying brick, well retired
from the stress Of the campus. II
has the air Of being Of the univer-
sity, though aloof from the hustle
of it's everyday classroom life.
A n0seless Pan pours a fountain
jet from his crumbling pitcher into
little stone-paved pool near the
flagstone path, and an aged gold
fish Tolls about through the months
Of summer and early fall in the pool
which has been his from time i'm
memorial. So that "Prexy's gold
fish" bears a reputation in univer-
sity folklore that Methuselah him.
self might envy.
Coming up the path one afternoon,
two weeks after the Gerhart party,
Judith found DR.. Dorm standing by
the pool.
Are you looking for the famous
fish :" she asked lightly.
DR.. Dorm started at sound of her
voice. mo, they have taken him in.
It's getting too cold out here for the
old fellow these chill fall nights"
lis it really the same fish that
has been here all these years ?" she
inquired idly. as they turned toward
the house.
Dr.. Dorm shook his head. mo
skeptic is bold enough to question
it. And the only person who really
knows is DR.. Banbury himself, who
is also probably the one man in the
university that has never heard of
the fish legend"
The wide front door was opening
from time to time to admit guests
as they came up the walk. Ripples
Of subdued laughter and now and
then strain Of violin music issued
from the house.
"Oh. DEAR" sighed Judith. II sup
pose we'll have to 20 in. The presi-
dents invitation to tea amounts to
a royal command, doesn't it,"
1T isn't the presidents, but the
presidents wife's. understand she
sometimes has trouble finding DR..
Banbury in time to put him into his
party clothes for these receptions Of
his. Once last year he walked into
his own formal evening reception in
q nineteenth century smoking jacket
and carpet slippers"
They were mounting the old
wooden steps and q rosy-faced maid
stood in the doorway. The recep-
ton hall was large and square and
dim. From rooms on all sides came
the sound of many voices.
''I'm glad we met outside" whis-
pered Judith to DR.. Dorm. II hate
going to teas alone"
"I'm clad, too.' he replied simply
as he offered his arm.
A group of women in navy blue
and black, ranged about q davenport
in the drawing room, looked up as
they entered. Judith could not tell
whether the faint frowus on their
faces siRnified unfriendliness or
merely chronic severity. She recog-
mixed several persons whom she had
seen at the faculty meeting.
"Why are all the felt hats in this
corner md the feather hats over
there Z" she whispered.
DR.. Dorm followed her eyes. "Well
/ never thought Of it before. But
those are the faculty wives in the
festhered hats and these felt-hatted
ladies are teachers. There seems to
be two camps, and not very friendly
II know" nodded Judith. "The
faculty wives are envious Of the wo-
men teachers intellectual status and
pay cheeks. And the faculty wonen
are envious Of the faculty wives'
husbands. The felt hats wonder how
their charming male colleagues ever
happened to fall for such frumns a.
the feAther hats. And the feather
hats regard the felt hats as old
maids and bluestockings."
His remark Was unexpected.
!. your hat 4 neither felt nor fsath-
'erS. / Ike it, ~ -