. Syllabus. hat swung along the fence orchased each other up and down the sidewalkwere clad in summer habiliments. The windowsof the clubhouse were open and the strains of anorchestra floated out, while within were seen thewhirling forms of waltzing couples. The janitor,whose especial function it was to keep the curiousyoungsters off the porch, could get all the advantageof a nearer view of those within, could gaze, withstolid indifference, upon beauty and gallantry atbay, upon sorority blooms and gridiron was holding forth to Mullen, the neighboringcoachman, and his pure Attic ran s
. Syllabus. hat swung along the fence orchased each other up and down the sidewalkwere clad in summer habiliments. The windowsof the clubhouse were open and the strains of anorchestra floated out, while within were seen thewhirling forms of waltzing couples. The janitor,whose especial function it was to keep the curiousyoungsters off the porch, could get all the advantageof a nearer view of those within, could gaze, withstolid indifference, upon beauty and gallantry atbay, upon sorority blooms and gridiron was holding forth to Mullen, the neighboringcoachman, and his pure Attic ran smooth and lowas he discussed Boers and politics, but quick andhigh as he e-pied the rambling urchin bent uponthe kaleidoscopic view. Now thin, Mullen, ye see, this is wan iv themcollege affairs, wot hez to end be leven tryin to be gettin their moneys worth,dont you mind, Mullen ? Now what kin she beafther ? A figure stole down the steps and along thegrass. The odor of carnations accompanied It sought a small arbor near the end of the lawn,and, having entered, sat down and rested its cheekupon its hand. It was cooler here than in the hotroom. Shortly after, another figure could be seenstrolling along the lawn—the figure of a man. Itapproached, stopped and looked into the arbor,but it was pitch dark within. It spoke : Tom? 223 THE LIOHT THAT TAILED—Continued No answer. Are you there, Tom? I thought I saw youleave the room. Well, in a whisper. Feeling bad, are you, or got another coldagain? Lets light up, Tom. No, louder whisper. All right then, old boy. I feel as bad asyou do. Say, Tom, its a girl this time. Guesswho it is. The figure within moved somewhat and asepulchral voice could be heard asking, Who ? That little cousin of yours, Tom, Clara—forgive me for calling her by her first name, butthe truth is—well, if you dont mind, Im goingafter her. I never said anything to you, but—well, if youre willing, Tom. You dont mind,do you, Tom ? Whether Tom c
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