way, a few steps through the cupola and they went out on
the long platform that covered the length of the rear middle
wing. Here in the warm spring' evening's they would sit
and talk and look out over the old gently sloping' roof with
its many slender chimneys.
Now this was fun of course. It was just lots of fun !
But under existing circumstances and surroundings it could
not possibly keep very long. Notwithstanding the delicate
conditions, however, these nightly escapades were repeated
many times without interruption. And very fortunately for
the two concerned, some one not among the College author
ities was the first to get an inkling of what was going on.
One afternoon, late in May, a Sophomore walking along
rather closer than ordinary to the front of the building cas
ually picked up a small bit of writing paper lying on the
grass. As he glanced at it his eyes opened wide and the
corners of his mouth began to turn up for these words, in a
delicate feminine hand met his gaije:
“Dumi^ing:—Meet me at the attic stairs as usual.
Yours to a cinder,
A single glance at this was enough. The Soph put the
note carefully into his pocket and walked hurriedly into the
building. At noon of the same day this small bit of paper
had hung fastened to the string at Armstrong’s window,
but a strong gust of wind had loosened and carried it io the
ground where the student picked it up.
The effect that this discovery had upon the other stu
dents who were soon apprised of it can well be imagined.
They were soon wild with excitement. Oh, what a great
chance for some sport! They allowed the couple a brief two
days to get over their scare at the loss of the note, then
early in the evening dispatched a stocking footed messenger
to investigate the upper regions of the building. The mes
senger returned with a report that confirmed in a most deli-
M. S.”