with fiendish glee. In the background, comfortably diS
posed to watch the fun, were some of the other accessories
of a Freshman's life,—text-books, blackboards, pencils, and
two flunks, all enjoying it greatly.
Finally becoming tired of such fun, my visitors formed a
Virginia Reel, each geometrical figure taking an algebraic
expression for a partner. One peculiar equation began
playing upon a set of parallel lines, and away they went,—
at first stately and slow, and then faster and faster. The
musician banged away, the dancers whirled along, till the
merriment became fast and furious. So interesting was the
sight that I leaned far over the edge of the bed to 'watch
them. Just , then a violent shaking awakened Me, and I
came to my senses to hear my room mate telling me to stop
talking and not to try to lie all over the bed at once.
VACATION had come and gone. The daily routine of
College life had been resumed; and I.— had been ask
ed to write a story. "A story!" I mused, as I sat in my un.-
lighted study late one night. "But what shall I write
about?" I arose, went to my study window and looked out
across the snow-covered Campus as it lay glistening in
the moonlight. , .
I had looked upon the same scene many times before, and
yet 'how strangely beautiful it all appeared. How cold and
clear 1 How calm and resplendent ! There stood the barren.
leaf-forsaken trees in dark silhouette against the snow. How
lonely they seemed 1 Beyond them was the village with every
window darkened,' and unbroken silence resting upon it.
.1 sit
LACK OP S YMPATHY
L. H. C., 'O3