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In the early days of my univer¬
sity sojourn (it would be absurd to
call it 1 career) I was considered
promising. The provost himself,
when I went to breakfast with him
*>n the last day of the summer term,
was good enough to tell me so.
“The college,” he remarked, “ex¬
pects great things from you, Mr.
Vansittart.”
“1 wish, sir,” 1 rejoined, “that the
college may not be wrong.”
“With a little more application,”
he pursued, “a first class is, in the
opinion of the college, well within
your reach.”
I believe I blushed. The young
lady sitting opposite $> me Hung up
her eyelashes for a demure, amused
glance.
The provost smiled kindly.
“Yes, you are a promising young
man, Mr. Vansittart,” said lie. “God
bless my soul! It’s 10 o’clock, and
the vice chancellor is waiting for
me!”
“Oh, papa!” said g the lady
young
opposite to me.
The provost held out his hand. I
clasped it. I believe that he sup¬
posed me to be going at the same
time. He went. I remained.
“It is,” I observed, with a pro¬
found sigh, “the last day of term.”
“Yes,” said the young lady.
“If,” said I, “you were to come
and unlock the gate at tlve bottom
of your garden I could reach my
rooms that way.”
“Would it be the shortest?” she
asked.
“It will be much too short any¬
how,” said I.
A few minutes later I sat down
on a bench. Daisy stopped, looked
doubtful, shook her head, sat down.
We pursued the conversation which
we had begun as we came along.
“Papa would never hear of it,”
she said.
“I should not wish him to—just
yet,” 1 observed, “but when I’ve
taken my degree"—
“That’s two years off at least,”
she interrupted.
“What do von mean by ‘at
least?’” 1 asked, rather hurt.
the “People first don’t always get things
time they try.”
“You’re thinking of the first
time I”—
“No, I’m not,” she cried, blush¬
ing probably amazingly. “1 meant- you’d
be plowed.”
“I’m going to get a first,” said I.
“Nonsense!” said Daisy.
I drew a little nearer.
“You read the article?” I i^tod.
“The fellow showed quite pY®ly
that it could be done on £300—\nth
careful management, you know.”
Daisy nodded sagaciously.
“And I don't see why I shouldn’t
have £300 in—well, in about three
years.” I
spoke as though three years
were a moment of time.
“I shall he twenty,” mused Daisy
in an awestruck tone.
“It’s not a bit too old!” I cried.
“N-no, 1 suppose not,” she con¬
ceded, “but it’s a terribly long time,
Dick.”
A pause followed. I hammered
my cap against the bench.
“It’s a beast of a world!” I burst
out. There’s “Why the deuce can’t—
the dean just got married!”
“The dean must be forty,” ob¬
served Daisy.
“He says lie’s twenty-nine.” And
we both laughed. I happen to know
now that the dean spoke the truth.
“Dick,” said Daisy in a wistful
tone, “1 wish you were rich, like
Mr. Franklin Ford.”
“Ford’s a beast,” said I.
“I didn’t say he wasn’t that, Dick,
but”—
“Of course if money’s what you
want”—
“You know I don’t, but I suppose
there is no harm in wishing that
we”—
I recovered my good temper. I
always did when she said “we.”
“I can make as much as he’s got,”
said I confidently.
[ “Oh, can you, Dick? How soon?”
I was not going to boast. Assum¬
ing a calm and wise air, I answered:
“By the time I am thirtv any¬
how.”
Daisy’s thirty face 1” fell woefully.
“Oh, she moaned. Then
ehe ing: turned to me, with a smile, say¬
L_“Never mind, Dick, dear. .We
shan’t want quite as much. Why,
he’s got £5,000 a year!”
“How do you know?”
“Mrs. Jackson told me so. Oh,
what do you think, Dick? She said
that if I liked I might—she said
she was sure I might— Where are
you going, Dick ?”
“If you’re only going to tell me
what that wretched old woman says
I’m going back to my rooms. What
did she say?”
“I won’t talk about it if you
don’t”—
“Oh, what did she say?”
“Oh, well—why, that Mr. Frank¬
lin Ford—you’ll break the comer oi
jour that Mr. cap in Franklin a minute, Ford—there, Dick—only 1
knew you would! Your cap is in
an awful state, Dick, so is yom
gown—only I how that stupid Mr. Franklin Dick.' Ford
— 0 1 , you are,
You know perfectly well what she
said!”
1 flung the batteredtoap upon the
bench, thrust my hands into mj
pockets, rested my chin on my neck¬
tie and stared moodily at my toes.
There was a long pause. Presently
1 felt the lightest touch on my arm.
I took no notice. The touch grew
more insistent.
“Poor boy!” said Daisy. “Dick.
I told ber that I thought Mr. Ford
horrid.”
“Did you?” I cried, my hands fly¬
ing from my pockets to—elsewhere.
“I wish papa wouldn’t insist on
going abroad all the long vacation.
He says he can work better there.
Never mind, Dick. It’s only till
October.”
“Only!” said I in tones a Hamlet
might be proud of.
“Will it seem very long?” she
asked, drooping hfcr lashes.
“As if you didn’t know!”
“Yes—hut, Dick, I may like to be
told all the same, you know.”
So I told her, and eons and eons
of weary waiting rose before us at
the bidding of mv words.
“And in all that time,” she said,
“are you sure you won’t forget?
Oh, well, then I believe you won’t.
Think, Dick, what it will be when
you come back! You must look out
of your window all the first day—
and perhaps I may come by.”
“And look up ?”
“Perhaps.” “Perhaps
you’ll have forgotten.”
“Oh, Dick, that is “horrid of you!
I never forget my friends.”
“Friends!” I echoed indignantly.
“Well, you know- what I mean,”
said she indulgently.
As she spoke the great clock in
the tower struck 11. She sprang to
her feet.
“Don’t last go,” I urged. “Daisy, it’s
the time,”
“Oh, hut I must. So must you.”
She seemed resolute.
“Well, then, before you go prom¬
ise!” T urged.
“But I have promised. Well,
then, yes, I promise, Dick.”
“You’ll think of no one else the
whole time?”
“No, of no one else.”
The garden We seemed peaceful and
quiet. sat down on the bench
again for a moment—or it was
meant to be a moment. But such
moments are endowed from heaven
with blessed elasticity.
Then, at a cry from Daisy, I look¬
ed up.
A tall, stout man in gold specta¬
cles stood looking down at us, a
curious, only half unkind smile on
his face. It was the provost. I felt
crimson all over and sat speechless.
“Pray, what’s the meaning of
this, Mr. Vansittart?” he asked, the
mixed smile still on his lips.
I looked at him in fright for an
instant; then'a pride arose in me.
I cleared mv throat and began, “Sir,
I am promising”—
The demon of irony raked tip in
the provost’s mind the memory of
his last words to me. Oh, that I
had found another exordium for my
heroic speech!
“Upon my word,” said he, thrust¬
ing one hand into his cross cut
trousers whisker pocket and pulling at his
with the other, “you are
promising, for your age, very prom¬
ising, Mr. Vansittart.”
The bubble was broken. Daisy
hung her head. I was red and hot
again.
“Very promising!” chuckled the
provost, jingling the money in his
pocket. “Very promising indeed!”
I could have struck him for hi?
mocking iteration.
“Daisy, go indoors,” said he.
“and, Mr. Vansittart, may I lend
you Pray my key of the garden gate?
be so good aa to return it to
, the porter.”
He handed it to me, with a
bow. Daisy was In retreat, burry
ing in sad shame toward the house.
1 h anHt;
“Ime sir,” I stammered,
“You’re a young fool,” said he
and held out his hand.
“Yes, a young fool,” he said again
as he shook hands. I went.
,o«“' rrMbTU 1
He was there still, and behind him,
in the porch, wavwd a handkerchief.
I passed through the gate and lock¬
ed it behind me.
And was the long vacation very
long? And did I forget her in the
“long?”
I am willing to answer, at any
cost to my own character, all mate¬
rial questions, but that question is
immaterial, for she forgot me in
the long.
Dear me, I hope she’s happy
somewhere! — Anthony Hope in
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Number Thirteen,
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Citation.
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Margaret Harrell having made
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