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Ignorant Or Indifferent To The Feelings Of Mankind. The Bare
Possibility Of Be[Ing] Rendered So Unhappy As I Should Be Made Upon
A Change Of Their Resolution, Or From The Operations Of Caprice And
Travers, I Say The Mere Apprehensions Of That, Even Slightly
Founded, Prevent My Mind From Being In That Equilibre Which Is
Absolutely Necessary To My Tranquillity. We Are, I Say, At Present
Going On Very Well, In as Good And Regular A Progress Of Education
As It Is Possible; Both Mie Mie And I As Tractable As It Is
Possible; Et Troubler Ce Menage Seroit Une Cruaute Sans Example.
I Have Also To Grieve At Other Times For A Great Deprivation Of Part
Of My Happiness; That, I Mean, To Which You Contributed, Lady
C(Arlisle) And Your Children. There Is A Hiatus Valde Deflendus;
Indeed, A Lacune Which I Do Not Know How To Fill Up, And I Sigh Over
The Prospect Of It Perpetually, And Without Seeing My Way Out Of It.
I Have, At Another Part Of My Day, A Scene, Which Time Or Use Cannot
Reconcile To Me. I See My Mother'S Strength Grow Less Every Day,
Without Any Consolation, But That Her Mind Does Not Decay With It.
In Short, My Dear Lord, As I Have Often Told You, J'Ai L'Esprit Et
Le Coeur Trop Fracasses For Me To Be Happy At Present, And All I Can
Say Is That I Might, By Untoward Accidents, Be More Miserable, And
These Are Removed From My View Pour Le Moment; But I Wait For A
Period Of Time When I Shall Be Relieved From Uncertainty Of What May
Happen, And When I May Live And Breathe Without Restraint And
Apprehension. That Period Will, As I Imagine, Arrive In about Two
Months, And Till Then Les Assurances Les Plus Fortes Sont Trop
Faibles Pour Mon Repos.
It Is Some Time Since I Have Had A Long Letter From You. I Hope To
Have One Of Some Sort Or Other To-Morrow. I Hope All Goes Quietly,
At Least Gregt Thought And Then Said
Chapter 21 Pg 164Softly, His Eyes On The Table, "I'M Glad That You Feel That Way,
Cynthia." She Bit Her Lip And Trembled Slightly. "I'Ll Confess Now That
I Don'T Think That I Love You, Either. You Sweep Me Clean Off My Feet
When I'M With You, But When I'M Away From You I Don'T Feel That Way. I
Think Love Must Be Something More Than We Feel For Each Other." He
Looked Up And Smiled Boyishly. "We'Ll Go On Being Friends Anyhow, Won'T
We?"
Somehow She Managed To Smile Back At Him. "Of Course," She Whispered,
And Then After A Brief Pause Added: "We Had Better Go Now. Your Train
Will Be Leaving Pretty Soon."
Hugh Pulled Out His Watch. "By Jingo, So It Will."
He Called The Waiter, Paid His Bill, And A Few Minutes Later They Turned
Into Fifth Avenue. They Had Gone About A Block Down The Avenue When Hugh
Saw Some One A Few Feet Ahead Of Him Who Looked Familiar. Could It Be
Carl Peters? By The Lord Harry, It Was!
"Excuse Me A Minute, Cynthia, Please. There'S A Fellow I Know."
He Rushed Forward And Caught Carl By The Arm. Carl Cried, "Hugh, By
God!" And Shook Hands With Him Violently. "Hell, Hugh, I'M Glad To See
You."
Hugh Turned To Cynthia, Who Was A Pace Behind Them. He Introduced Carl
And Cynthia To Each Other And Then Asked Carl Why In The Devil He
Hadn'T Written.
Carl Switched His Leg With His Cane And Grinned. "You Know Darn Well,
Hugh, That I Don'T Write Letters, But I Did Mean To Write To You; I
Meant To Often. I'Ve Been Traveling. My Mother And I Have Just Got Back
From A Trip Around The World. Where Are You Going Now?"
"Oh, Golly," Hugh Exclaimed, "I'Ve Got To Hurry If I'M Going To Make
That Train. Come On, Carl, With Us To Grand Central. I'Ve Got To Get The
Five-Ten Back To Haydensville. My Folks Are Coming Up To-Morrow For
Commencement." Instantly He Hated Himself. Why Did He Have To Mention
Commencement? He Might Have Remembered That It Should Have Been Carl'S
Commencement, Too.
Carl, However, Did Not Seem In The Least Disturbed, And He Cheerfully
Accompanied Hugh And Cynthia To The Station. He Looked At Cynthia And
Had An Idea.
"Have You Checked Your Bag?"
"Yes," Hugh Replied.
"Well, Give Me The Check And I'Ll Get It For You. I'Ll Meet You At The
Gate."
Hugh Surrendered The Check And Then Proceeded To The Gate With Cynthia.
He Turned To Her And Asked Gently, "May I Kiss You, Cynthia?"
For An Instant She Looked Down And Said Nothing; Then She Turned Her
Chapter 21 Pg 165Face Up To His. He Kissed Her Tenderly, Wondering Why He Felt No
Passion, Afraid That He Would.
"Good-By, Cynthia Dear," He Whispered.
Her Hands Fluttered Helplessly About His Coat Lapels And Then Fell To
Her Side. She Managed A Brave Little Smile. "Good-By--Honey."
Carl Rushed Up With The Bag. "Gosh, Hugh, You'Ve Got To Hurry; They'Re
Closing The Gate." He Gripped His Hand For A Second. "Visit Me At Bar
Harbor This Summer If You Can."
"Sure. Good-By, Old Man. Good-By Cynthia."
"Good-By--Good-By."
Hugh Slipped Through The Gate And, Turned To Wave At Carl And Cynthia.
They Waved Back, And Then He Ran For The Train.
On The Long Trip To Haydensville Hugh Relaxed. Now That The Strain Was
Over, He Felt Suddenly Weak, But It Was Sweet Weakness. He Could
Graduate In Peace Now. The Visit To New York Had Been Worth While. And
What Do You Know, Bumping Into Old Carl Like That I Cynthia And He Were
Friends, Too, The Best Friends In The World, But She No Longer Wanted To
Marry Him. That Was Fine.... He Remembered The Picture She And Carl Had
Made Standing On The Other Side Of The Gate From Him. "What A Peach Of A
Pair. Golly, Wouldn'T It Be Funny If They Hit It Off...."
He Thought Over Every Word That He And Cynthia Had Said. She Certainly
Had Been Square All Right. Not Many Like Her, But "By Heaven, I Knew
Down In My Heart All The Time That I Didn'T Want To Get Married Or Even
Engaged. It Would Have Played Hell With Everything."
Chapter 22 Pg 166
The Next Morning Hugh'S Mother And Father Arrived In The Automobile. He
Was To Drive Them Back To Merrytown The Day After Commencement. At Last
He Stood In The Doorway Of The Nu Delta House And Welcomed His Father,
But He Had Forgotten All About That Youthful Dream. He Was Merely Aware
That He Was Enormously Glad To See The "Folks" And That His Father
Seemed To Be Withering Into An Old Man.
As The Under-Classmen Departed, The Alumni Began To Arrive. The "Five
Year" Classes Dressed In extraordinary Outfits--Indians, Turks, And Men
In Prison Garb Roamed The Campus. There Were Youngsters Just A Year Out
Of College, Still Looking Like Undergraduates, Still Full Of College
Talk. The Alumni Ranged All The Way From These One-Year Men To The
Fifty-Year Men, Twelve Old Men Who Had Come Back To Sanford Fifty Years
After Their Graduation, And Two Of Them Had Come All The Way Across The
Chapter 22 Pg 167Continent. There Had Been Only Fifty Men Originally In That Class; And
Twelve Of Them Were Back.
What Brought Them Back? Hugh Wondered. He Thought He Knew, But He
Couldn'T Have Given A Reason. He Watched Those Old Men Wandering Slowly
Around The Campus, One Of Them With His Grandson Who Was Graduating This
Year, And He Was Awed By Their Age And Their Devotion To Their Alma
Mater. Yes, Henley Had Been Right. Sanford Was Far From Perfect, Far
From It--A Child Could See That--But There Was Something In The College
That Gripped One'S Heart. What Faults That Old College Had; But How One
Loved Her!
Thousands Of Japanese Lanterns Had Been Strung Around The Campus; An
Electric Fountain Sparkled And Splashed Its Many-Colored Waters; A Band
Seemed To Be Playing Every Hour Of The Day And Night From The Band-Stand
In Front Of The Union. It Was A Gay Scene, And Everybody Seemed Superbly
Happy Except, Possibly, The Seniors. They Pretended To Be Happy, But All
Of Them Were A Little Sad, A Little Frightened. College Had Been Very
Beautiful--And The "World Outside," What Was It? What Did It Have In
Store For Them?
There Were Mothers And Fathers There To See Their Sons Receive Their
Degrees, There Were The Wives And Children Of The Alumni, There Were
Sisters And Fiancees Of The Seniors. Nearly Two Thousand People; And At
Least Half Of The Alumni Drunk Most Of The Time. Very Drunk, Many Of
Them, And Very Foolish, But Nobody Minded. Somehow Every One Seemed To
Realize That In a Few Brief Days They Were Trying To Recapture A
Youthful Thrill That Had Gone Forever. Some Of The Drunken Ones Seemed
Very Silly, Some Of Them Seemed Almost Offensive; All Of Them Were
Pathetic.
They Had Come Back To Sanford Where They Had Once Been So Young And
Exuberant, So Tireless In Pleasure, So In Love With Living; And They
Were Trying To Pour All That Youthful Zest Into Themselves Again Out Of
A Bottle Bought From A Bootlegger. Were They Having A Good Time? Who
Knows? Probably Not. A Bald-Headed Man Does Not Particularly Enjoy
Looking At A Picture Taken In His Hirsute Youth; And Yet There Is A
Certain Whimsical Pleasure In The Memories The Picture Brings.
For Three Days There Was Much Gaiety, Much Singing Of Class Songs,
Constant Parading, Dances, Speech-Making, Class Circuses, And Endless
Shaking
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