Softest music was in that fair city,
And beauty transcendent was there;
And the amorous night,
Thrilled with rythmic delight,
And with all that is radiant and rare.
But I never shall see that bright city,
Earth’s one perfect city, they say;
For it rose in a night,
In its raiment of white,
And at morning it melted away.
And I sigh when I think of its beauty,
That vanished ’mid longing and tears,
But I know in my heart
The divinest in art
Are but dreatnings of lost yesteryears.
It might have been a very foolish thing for a Junior at college,
but nevertheless the fact remains that Fred Stockton was in love.
He was hopelessly gotie and he knew it. For two years, ever
since, out of the kindness of her heart, she had smiled on the
homesick and friendless Freshman, he had been on intimate terms
with the pretty daughter of the Professor of Physics, Dr. War
rington. Calling often, taking her to dances and entertainments,
and always welcome at her home, he gradually became so well
acquainted that they all looked upon him as an old friend of the
family. Nor did Fred imagine her as anything more than a very
good friend and confidential and sympathetic adviser. It was not
till there was danger of losing the prize that the awakening came
and he suddenly realized how completely she had woven herself
into the fabric of his life.
During the latter part of the preceding spring term Archie
Custer, now a Senior, had begun to call very frequently at the
little cottage among the maple's on the East campus, but Fred,
with broad good nature, had not regarded his attentions as being
at all serious. Carrie was a pretty girl, dcuccdly pretty, and why
should not she be popular with the fellows. Fred did not know
that Custer had found one cause after another to prolong his stay
after Commencement, till June gradually merged into July and
July ripened into golden August, and that then, since his whole
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