Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . ed to show this under-bred city merchant what a man of theworld did in such emergencies. At anyrate, lifting his eyebrows with the quietair of one who reminds an upper servantthat he is forgetting himself, he replied: Why did I come back? I will tellyou if you force me to do it. I cameback to attend the academic did not come back to attend a riotousorgy. It may amuse you to act like asophomore. It does not amuse me. Oh, doesnt it? snorted Bronson,and, following Bolter, he left the room. An expectant silence greeted th
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . ed to show this under-bred city merchant what a man of theworld did in such emergencies. At anyrate, lifting his eyebrows with the quietair of one who reminds an upper servantthat he is forgetting himself, he replied: Why did I come back? I will tellyou if you force me to do it. I cameback to attend the academic did not come back to attend a riotousorgy. It may amuse you to act like asophomore. It does not amuse me. Oh, doesnt it? snorted Bronson,and, following Bolter, he left the room. An expectant silence greeted the baf-fled emissaries as they entered the ball-room; a cheer for Gertrude hung on thelips of the assembled banqueters, butsomething in the faces of all three stifledthe cheer and curious glances followedthem as they approached the presidentschair. Adams himself was as thunder-struck as the committee had been. Fora moment he did not know what to say;then his natural gift for chairmanshipgave him his cue and he rapped forsilence. Gentlemen, he announced, simply,. HE ROSE SLOWLY AND WENT TOWARD THE STAIRS ANONYMOUS, 71 169 the committee reports that Gertrudeis lying down/ He took his seat and a half-heartedlaugh arose. The diners thought that itwas merely a foolish fiction invented bythe committee, but the president saidnothing more and little murmurs beganto go up and down the table. As thethree committeemen took their seats atdifferent parts of the board, groups gath-ered around them and got the true ver-sion. Oh, slush! came one high,mocking voice from the group which wasgetting the story from Bolter, but thegeneral feeling was one of such unspeak-able rage that even the marching song,started a moment after, went withoutany verve. If any one had told me, said Bron-son, an hour later, that that blank,blank, blank could have spoiled ourwhole fifteenth reunion dinner— Butthe fact was that he had. The usualsongs were sung, the usual history wasread, the usual speeches were made,
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