The Free Lance.
“His good blade carves the casques of men , for the Free Lance
, thrusteth sure .”
Vol. XVIII.
I had twelve pages of German to prepare, and wishing to get
through with them as soon as possible determined to go to Has
well for translation. Haswell was the best student in the class-r
-the Senior class of Putania college—and was well fitted to read
German at sight. Walking quickly to Haswell’s room I entered
without waiting for an answer to my knock.
Nothing could have surprised me more than the sight that met
my eyes.
Now Haswell had always kept well to himself, and had never
been known in his four years at college to speak to a girl if he
could possibly avoid it. Everybody said he was a woman-hater,
and nobody could give a reason. It was not easy for him to escape,
for his magnificent figure and clean-cut face together with the
peculiar interest excited by his pronounced avoidance of them
made women all the more anxious to meet him. At times his
actions were downright hide. For instance, his best friend—he
did not have many—once came toward Haswell to introduce his
sister to him. What did Haswell do but turn his back and walk
away.
So you will see that when I entered Haswell’s room and caught
him looking lovingly at the picture of a girl, I was greatly sur
prised. He was so absorbed that I turned to leave before he notic-
APRIL, 1904.
AN ANGEL INDEED.
No. 1.