. Hacawa. nees, he approached the spec-tre, and there at the end of the hall, lying in the midst of apile of papers, was an ordinary screech-owl. Its wings werewet, and it had evidently, in flying back and forth the pre-vious night, somehow get into the bath room, and strikingits wings against the faucet, knocked it open and then fallendown into the water. It had started up on Wisemans en-trance, and touching him on the bare shoulder with its wetwing as it went out, had returned, and hovering over him,its eyes shining in the darkness, and its rather flat, catlikehead furnishing the horrible vi
. Hacawa. nees, he approached the spec-tre, and there at the end of the hall, lying in the midst of apile of papers, was an ordinary screech-owl. Its wings werewet, and it had evidently, in flying back and forth the pre-vious night, somehow get into the bath room, and strikingits wings against the faucet, knocked it open and then fallendown into the water. It had started up on Wisemans en-trance, and touching him on the bare shoulder with its wetwing as it went out, had returned, and hovering over him,its eyes shining in the darkness, and its rather flat, catlikehead furnishing the horrible visage which the lightning flashrevealed Of the groaning in the back yard Wisemans reasoning powers could never find a satisfactory explanation. It mighthave been some natural phenomenon; it might have been thefallen spirit of idleness and ignorance struggling with thegoddess of education and enlightenment for the rulership ofthe dormitory and its inmates during the coming term. Per-haps. Who knows? Togo, 10. and what is writ is writ— would it were worthier!
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