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tinctly, in her ear, and he was sure that sounded on the bridge, at the turn of the she had understood.
drive, under the porte-cochère. In a moThe boy sent the message by a running ment Cavendish would be there. They coolie. The Padre gave the order, and heard him Aling himself out-spring up the saw the coolie go. He also saw the ayah steps-dash toward her partly open door. hurry out and speak to him as he was The ayah, darting forward, threw it wide leaving, no doubt to bid him lose no time. open to a figure that Alung itself down beCavendish was not far away, and he ought side the bed, calling the girl upon it by her to arrive before the midnight hour.
The night wore on. It began to rain. It was Hawkins of the Police. The damp blew in. The lamps burned The shadow reluctantly went out, and, low. A sickening smell of turpentine and presently, the others followed, one by one. Russian oil and disinfectants filled the air. It was three o'clock in the morning The coolies still rubbed on. Her eyes when the Padre, at length, turned in. His
open and fixed upon the door. boy was waiting for him to help him off Would she go safely through the passing with his clothes. The boy moved lightly hour? She did, her eyes still fixed upon round, putting the things away. The the door. Ten, eleven, twelve o'clock Padre sat heavily on a chair, staring into struck. She was still alive, still looking space. At last he spoke. toward the door. But Cavendish did not “Boy," he said, "did you know, did come. It had not occurred to Captain any one suspect, that Hawkins Sahib and Towers or the Padre to doubt that he Miss Harding liked each other?” would come.
One o'clock-one-thirty- “Yes, sir," replied the boy. "I knew, , a rage swept over Captain Towers be- sir. All the bazaar knew it, sir. Therecause he did not come. It was all she fore the coolie called Hawkins Sahib, needed, some one to rouse her, some one sir." to call her back.
Another question struggled to the PaThe Padre crept softly in and knelt be- dre's lips. side the bed.
“Boy," he said, "do you know why It was a little clock upon the dresser Hawkins Sahib did not tell us this bethat had struck the hours. As it struck fore?” two, there sounded at the far-off entrance “All the bazaar was telling-he feared to the compound hedge, the rattle of jutka for his promotion, sir." wheels inside the gate. As the girl upon The boy removed the Padre's cassock the bed, the first to hear it, tried to leap up and hung it on a chair. He draped the to meet it, there broke from the cemetery
cord and tassel on a screen. The cross he hills once more that peal of laughter-it laid aside, in doing which, he was carerose, it swelled, it burst-it died and rose ful not to touch it with his hands. He again-it shouted, howled, and shrieked came, at last, and stood before the Padre, -in peals upon peals of wild, demoniac as if to ask what further service was relaughter that made the blood run cold. quired. “Hyena brutes !" muttered Captain Tow- "That will do. Good night, boy,” said ers, but he did not slacken work. He was the Padre. fighting against time. The jutka wheels "Good night, sir," said the boy.
AN Apericehree years at Oxford may
sitatis Oxoniensis," full of difficult Latin phrases and with every rule amended. You are informed how many times your college expects you to attend chapel, and how many times you must dine in the col
lege Hall. You are instructed not to walk “And now I take leave of Oxford without even
in the streets after dark without the cap an attempt to describe it."
and gown that designates you an underHAWTHORNE (“Our Old Home''). graduate, and you are strictly ordered to
be inside your lodgings or inside your colN American student who works for lege gates by midnight. Various other
rules are heaped upon you till you wonder mark the progress of his education by his vaguely whether you ought to ask the passage beyond the point where a descrip- gate-porter's permission to go out to buy tion of the old university seemed easy, to a note-book. For breaches of all these a point where it seems almost impossible. rules there are penalties ranging all the The Aavor of life at Oxford is what way from small fines to being “sent the American remembers most intimately down," or expelled from college. when his degree is taken and the gate of Thus life looks serious enough from the his gray old English college closes behind official point of view, but you will soon him. And that is what I should like to discover that the undergraduate has a suggest in this sketch.
point of view of his own. The proctors When you first come as a student to Ox- and their assistants, appropriately known ford, you are entirely at the mercy of your as “bulldogs,” roam the streets at night esthetic sensibilities. You wonder if you on the lookout for the wily undergraduate. can ever stop gazing. As you stroll through But the wily undergraduate, deeming it the college gardens and walks or up the rather a point of honor not to wear the long, graceful curve of the High and lift required cap and gown, is also on the lookyour eyes to that airy creation of stone, out for the proctors. It is a solemn affair the steeple of St. Mary, you will indeed to be "progged.” Perhaps you come sudbe a man of hardened sensibilities if your denly around a corner face to face with a whole mind is not occupied in deciding bulldog. "The proctor would like to whether you will become an architect, speak to you," he remarks, and you step a landscape-gardener, or a painter. But fi- up to a tall figure arrayed in a black robe nally you turn your attention to learning and mortar-board and standing in the something about that college in which you shadow. Solemnly he takes off his hat are enrolled. You receive various in- and says, “Good evening"; to which you structions, go through the ceremony of reply as best you may. “Are you a memmatriculation, and receive the large vol- ber of this university ?” he inquires. You ume entitled "Statua et Decreta Univer- acquiesce, and he demands your name and college, which information he notes down are available at all times, but they are while requesting you to visit him at his chiefly used in the warm spring nights office the next morning. “Good evening,” when the misty moonlight lures even the again, and you depart, somewhat crest- most law-abiding undergraduate out to fallen. The next morning you appear be- walk in the country or to punt along the fore the tribunal and punishment is meted Cher or the Isis. Report has it that the
out to you according to the heinousness of athletic dean of a certain college was your transgression.
strolling in one of the quadrangles one It will not take you long to discover that misty spring night, when he observed two there are other ways into college than the dusky figures scaling the gate. After gate by which stands the porter's lodge watching their clumsy efforts some mowith the ever watchful Cerberus on guard. ments, he stepped forward, and as they There is a hole in the wall, or the droop- tumbled inside the sacred precincts of the ing branches of a friendly tree, or an iron- law, climbed easily over the gate and back, work gate the design in which is admira- remarking, “If you have got to do it, at bly adapted to the needs of an agile least do it the right way." climber. Needless to say these entrances Your first acquaintance with the Oxford undergraduate will probably be disappoint- Toggers consist of a coxswain and a crew ing. You will consider him taciturn, even of eight men, rowing in a boat with fixed moody. He seems to regard you with a seats. Sometimes in January or February somewhat critical eye. He has heard so the practice of these oarsmen is stopped by much about American versatility that he the freezing of the river. But the Oxford is inclined to distrust you, like the man in athlete is not inclined to heed the weather. the fable who could blow hot and cold You will find him swinging cheerily away with the same breath. As one don ex- at his oar in pouring, freezing rain, or pressed it to me, "We English and you chasing the slippery foot-ball through sevAmericans are such close relations that we eral inches of mud. If you learn nothing are sure to disagree over small things." else at Oxford, you learn that unfavorable The English undergraduate marvels im- weather conditions are not real preventapassionately at your strange vagaries of tives. speech. He is willing to believe almost Moored to the bank of the Thames anything about the strange continent along the bottom of Christ Church meaacross the seas. As a rule you will find dows lie the college barges, the headquarhim well-read in some one subject at least. ters for the oarsmen. Along the opposite He is used to taking examinations. Per- bank runs the tow-path, a scene of indehaps at the age of twelve he wins a schol- scribable excitement on rowing days when arship at Eton, and later enters an Ox- frenzied undergraduates dash madly along ford college as a scholar, and finally enters it beside their college boats. And when the Civil Service—all by means of com- the race is over, how the whole towpetitive examinations.
path gasps for breath. The runners are The bond of fellowship existing among almost as tired as the rowers, who hang men who enter and depart from an Amer- heaving over their oars under the shadow ican university together is lacking in Ox- of Folly Bridge. Then the college ferford. Perhaps you will know more men ries with their long punt poles cross to who are "going up for schools” at the the tow-path to carry the runners back, same time as yourself, but that is due to and the oarsmen, having regained their the common interests of your work. The breath, paddle their shells slowly to the class spirit so dear to the heart of the barges. American college man has given place un- Some sunny afternoon in winter perhaps der the system of Oxford to the spirit of you will stroll down the tow-path toward the colleges. Each college, with its slightly Mey, to watch the crews practise. There different customs and habits, has a charac- you will see the coaches running or riding ter of its own. Often a certain type of a bicycle along the bank and shouting orundergraduate predominates in a certain ders in no uncertain words or tones. Sudcollege, but usually there are many kinds denly you will hear a long drawn shout: together. Sometimes there are factions "Look ahead, sir, 'Varsity." This is a and internecine war which come to the moment of supreme trepidation for the outrageous and ignominious ending of coxswain of a Togger. A few hasty orders some one spluttering in the water on a and he has his boat resting as close to the dark night.
bank as possible, while the 'Varsity boat, Within Oxford itself there exists every running easily between strokes, sweeps by type of undergraduate: the rowing man, and the coaches mounted on horses clatter the riding man, the foot-ball devotee, the along the tow-path. All eyes in the Togpolitician, the book-worm, the scholar, the ger are glued on the passing boat, and loafer, and every shade between. The aver- many a heart beats quicker with the hope age undergraduate gives himself strongly that some day it may be a part of that to some form of athletics. Rowing is the rhythmical, magical unity of bodies and chief interest, for the season begins with oars and boat. But the waiting coxswain the opening of the colleges and closes with breathes a sigh of relief, for it is a finable Eights' Week in Vlay, and even after that offense to hold up the 'Varsity boat, not to many college crews continue practising for mention the blow to one's budding reputhe Henley Regatta. In midwinter come tation. the races of the college “Torpids," more Every afternoon the streets of Oxford familiarly known as “Toggers." These swarm with bareheaded undergraduates in