"And to think ;" he mused, "that I 'am three
weeks late, and all on account of that cursed con
dition in International Law, but she'll be waiting
for me. I wrote anyway and told that she should
expect me to-day. To think though of the time
I had getting through that last examination. If
it had not been for that horse I guess I'd have
flunked again."
By this time he was entering the town, and as
he looked about him he was oppressed by the en
tire absence of life about him. Not a person was
to be seen except two small boys who were fishing
in the creek which ran around the town.
"Ho, sonny," he cried. "Where are all the
folks."
"Gone to the weddin'—still."
"To the wedding—whose wedding ?"
"Misr , Jones,—still."
"Miss Jones. What Miss Jones?"
"Imogene."
"Imogene ! Imogene I You're off man: But
who to ? Quick 1"
"To Mr. Elderberry, the grocer's son,—still,"
"What Never I It can't be," he cried, as he
broke into a run toward the church which stood
in the middle of the town.
He arrived there to find the place surrounded
by vehicles of every description. The building
was crowded to its utmost capacity.
"Let me in. Quick 1" he screamed, as he ran
breathless and wild eyed to the door. The crowd
fell back. He gained the aisle and saw his Imo
gene standing up with young Elderberry before
the Rev. Sprout.
"Make way I Make way I" he roared, as he
plunged down the densely packed aisle.
She heard the commotion, turned and saw him
fighting his way toward her. He was too late.
She fell senseless upon the floor.
Fiercely he rushed to the pulpit and bent over
het'.
"Imogene ! Imogene 1" he cried in agonized
tones, "I flunked ! I flunked."
She opened her eyes.
THE FREE LANCE.
"Flunked ? Did you say flunked," she mur
mured, and once more she swooned.
Gently they laid her on a broken pew and car•
ried her home and nursed her.
In three days she died, never having regained
her senses, and was buried with all the pomp and
splendour befitting to the daughter of the Chief
Burgess of Eden Garden. In three days de Lim
berger followed her to the grave.
Kind reader, before closing this pathetic tale,
we must take you for a few moments to the little
cemetery of Eden Garden. If ever you happen
to visit that beautiful spot, you will notice, with
out doubt, a pretentious monument, which a
dwarfs all others around it, and will find cut on it
this inscription.
Right beside it you will see a small stone in
which are carved two cupids, and right below
them the words.
He had been placed there at his own last request,
and the kindhearted citizens had erected, at their
own expense, the little headstone and on it had
had inscribed the disease of which they thought
C. R. M.
he was a victim.
Soft, lazy,listless month of June, to the student
fraught with unnumbered hopes and pleasures,
worries and disappointments. Graduation and
Commencement exercises with their manifold
triumphs and their annual cut and dry orations
crowd themselves upon the Senior with what now
seems, to him a relentless haste. Four years has
he looked forward to this momentus period; but
Imogene Jones.
Daughter of Squire S. Jones.
Chief Burgess of Eden Garden.
Died July 3oth, 189—
at the age of 25.
Alexander IL de Limberger.
Died, of Flunked, on July 5, 1890,
at the age of 20.
HALL AND CAMPUS.
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