THE FREE LANCE. Published Monthly during the College Year by the Students of The Pennsylvania Slate College. Vol. X. WHAT THE MOON SAW. They sat on a rustic bench, in the deepest shade of the great Washington statue which adorned the park. She was a lively maiden, full of spirit, and he—well, he was a rather bashful young man. The night was soft and balmy just such a night as lovers wish. The moon shone out from an almost cloudless sky, and shed a bril liant light, which gleamed fitfully on the brass buttons of the big policeman, as, like an automaton, he paced to and fro. " Nell," he was saying, "do you remember this night one year ago, when we first met at Mrs. Horton's ? " " Yes;" she answered, laughing immoderately, "Oh 1 wasn't it jolly. There was Phil Hempstead, just home from college. I liked him so well, too. He was so cute. And that young Mr. Hodgson, with his " Aw, yes, doncher know." "Yes," he replied, " I remember all that, yet that is not what I was thinking about." " Oh 1 " she interrupted quickly, " you were thinking of Miss Wilson. Do you know, I half believe you were in love with her at the time. I noticed hvw particularly attentive you were to her." " Drat it," he exclaimed, half impatiently, " will you never understand " "It seems to me that a woman can be the most obtuse creature in the world when she tries to be so., No, Nell, I was thinking of you." Of me ? " she asked,, surprised. " How amusing. What ever have I done to merit so much of your attention " " Quite a deal," he replied. " I may as well tell you at once and have it done with,: and not go beating about the bush. Nell, that night when I first saw you, I fell APRIL, 1896. No. I.
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