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mediately, he went on, “I mailed you the rest of your salary just now, so that you, at least, might have no further claim upon us. I suppose you would have no object in making an exposure?" Katharine caught her breath. How gladly she would have said "No," and have fled from the office! But the thought of her mother restrained her. "I am sorry that I, too, must present a claim, one which I had intended to make tomorrow morning. My mother invested our whole little capital of five thousand dollars, and it is absolutely necessary that it be returned.” “Was that your purpose in accepting a position here?” asked Gordon. "My purpose was to find out if the firm was the reliable one that we were assured by letter that it was.” “Ah, I see; a sort of feminine detective's work! I did not think you capable of playing so difficult a rôle; permit me to congratulate you. But as for the money, believe me,” his scornful tone changed to one of earnestness, “as remorseful as I feel, I cannot give it to you. It is absolutely impossible !"
Ah! Katharine drew herself up. Could he have fallen so low as that? He hadn't even any pride left. With a sickening feeling of disappointment she turned to go; she could not repress the words that came so bitterly to her lips: “I wish you a most prosperous journey!" She had reached the door when he cried, "Wait, Miss Gray, forgive me! You shall have the money at once.” He sprang to the safe and took from it a roll of bills which he counted with a hand that trembled slightly. Then, passing them to her, he said, "Do not think too harshly of me, Miss Gray; remember that you do not know all the circumstances.” “I am sorry to have been obliged to ask you for this when you are in such trouble,” faltered Katharine, “but my mother,-you understand. Good-night, Mr. Gordon, I wish you in all sincerity a successful journey." With a sudden impulse she held out her hand; it was firmly clasped, and then she rushed out and down into the street.
Home! she must go home that very night. She would write her aunt and explain. There was a 6.15 train for Worcester. With feverish haste she rushed to the station and entered the train, scarce knowing what she did. Nothing but the swift mo tion of the train kept her brain from whirling. Once at home, and in her mother's arms, she could only cry and laugh, and laugh and cry again, pressing the little bundles of notes into Mrs. Gray's hands.
Late that night, when the story had been incoherently told, she retired, and towards morning fell asleep, not to wake until the next noon, when her mother stood beside her with frightened eyes, holding a newspaper in her hand. "Oh, Kathie, do just read this!" she cried, pointing to a column headed in large black letters—"Suicide !" Beneath were the lines,-Found dead in his office at six this A.M., Wilbert J. Gordon, junior partner of the firm of James F. Harris & Co. The coroner's verdict is that he shot himself through the brain sometime last evening. The firm has been under suspicion for the last few days and a careful search has been made for tell-tale papers, but they have evidently disappeared with the senior partner. Only a few dollars were found on the person of the dead man, and the safe was absolutely empty.
E. G. R., 'or.
I need no harp of shining gold,
No fluted oat-pipes, for a song;
It sweeps the chords of rhyme along.
A GOOD RECRUIT.
Old barrack like East Hall is generally a scene of celebration on a Saturday night, for the greater number of its occupants are engineer students, who have little leisure except on this evening, and so it has come to be considered and called by them their "night off.”
The seniors, taking advantage of one of these nights, had gathered in my room and were making its walls ring with shouts and bursts of laughter. The good-fellowship which reigned was shown by the way they were grouped; by the one seated on the desk with his arm thrown over the shoulder of another leaning against it; by the two trying to occupy one chair, and by the laughing skirmish of two or three on the couch.
One of the boys, seemingly more thoughtful than the others, was glancing through a book, pausing at every few pages to read, or to listen to the merry talk. At length one of the skirmishers on the couch, resting to recover his breath, glanced up and saw the reader, and with a shout promptly threw a pillow at him. He dodged, and in the midst of the sudden quiet which followed the shout, said: "Listen to this, boys"
"There's a Legion that never was listed,
The visitor scarcely needed the invitation, for an instant after the knock the door opened and a young man entered, saying: “I have come at the right time,-a night off, I see. A shout of “Black ’98," from the company and then a babble of questions was his welcome. When he could make himself understood, he answered their questions about himself and told what he knew of those who had graduated and gone out into the world. He told of their success or failure, how some were fighting steadily, not recognizing defeat, and how others, after a first defeat, drifted along without a struggle.
Continuing, he said: "I heard a day or two ago, from one of his party, how Ned Stuart died. You have all heard that he was dead, haven't you? Poor old Ned, he may not have been a brilliant scholar, but he was one of the best-hearted fellows who ever came on the Hill. You know he left in the Spring, a month or so before Class Day, and after knocking around for about a year, got a chance, as instrument-man, to go to Newfoundland, where a railroad was being built along the coast to some newly discovered mines.
One day Ned and a rod-man, the one who told me of his death, were sent out ahead of the main party to take some levels along the banks of a small river that the road was to cross. They had worked down the stream to within half a mile of its mouth, when it began to rain, and they gave up work and looked for shelter. There were no houses about; for, except in the southern part, where there are a few towns, the whole Island is a wilderness, bounded by high rocky coasts.
Well, as I was saying, the boys looked for a shelter of some sort, and as a cave was the most likely thing, they hunted for and found one near the shore. They were glad enough to enter it, for the storm had grown worse and was half a gale by this time.
The cave was damp and cold and they had nothing to build
a fire of, so they made up their minds to pass a very uncomfortable night. They dozed off from time to time, and along in the night Perry, the rod-man, woke up from a short nap and found that Ned was missing. He jumped up and, going outside, saw a short distance away the outline of a horse with a lantern fastened under its neck, and surrounded by three or four men. He could not tell what they looked like by only the lantern, but recognized Ned, who was talking, pointing out to sea and to the lantern. Suddenly Ned started forward and with a kick broke the lantern and put out the light. Perry could see nothing then, for the night was very dark. He only heard a few curses and the sound of a struggle. In going toward the place where the men had been he could see no one, but on looking out to sea he saw the lights of a ship, but everywhere else there was black night made dismal by the roar of the wind and ocean. He then crept back to the cave, which he found after a short hunt, hoping that Ned would turn up all right, but feeling uneasy about him.
Well, Ned never returned, and the next morning, as soon as it was light, Perry, after a short hunt for him, started back for the main party and told his story. A search party was sent out and Ned's body was found on the rocks under the cliff, where Perry had last seen him. It was supposed that Ned, hearing the steps of the men, had gone out to see who they were, and finding them to be wreckers who meant to entice the ship on shore by means of the lanterns, had defeated their plan; and they, in their anger and disappointment, had thrown him over the cliff.”
The quiet which followed the speaker's last word was broken by the one who had been reading when the visitor arrived. He walked slowly toward the door, and on reaching it, turned and said: “Boys, I think Ned was a good recruit."
C. D. K., 'oo.