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170 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1902
Denholm was a delicate looking fellow, not more than eighteen, who appeared rather nervous, as if he were takingCoding?
the most important step of his life in entering Harvard. Still the upper-classmen were inclined to give "Freshleigh" a chance to get
settled before they made a careful investigation as regards his qualifications for their set or their societies.
That afternoon wagons from the finest furniture store in Boston delivered a brass bedstead of
the richest pattern, a handsome desk, bookcases, easy chairs, couches and enough other furniture to equip a house rather than three rooms
in Beck; and soon there came men to lay Turkish rugs and hang tapestries and curtains; and in a day or two expressmen brought crates
of pictures and boxes of books and bric-a-brac for the new tenant.
The fellows had noticed also that Denholm seemed to have no end of clothes, no one of them having seen him in a suit the second
time. They wonderfed what kind of a millionaire he was, and if they had not condemned him too quickly. Besides, the senior said that he had caught a glimpse of the interior of his rooms which he saw were fitted up elegantly and in good taste.
... four of the fellows who espoused the cause of different candidates, paired off and retired long enough to bring in mattresses and prepared tomake a night of it. Others followed the leadand in another hour the place looked like the interior of a Turkish bath house. Meantime, on motion, a new ballot was had from time to time, and the tellers performed their duties faithfully. Yet, there was no change in the result. All night long the balloting continued and men were roused from their slumbers to demonstrate again their loyalty to the candidates who happened to be their friends.
The accompanist
played the introduction, and then she sang with
all the technique of an accomplished singer, the
gem from Maritana, which runs :A burst of applause followed this brilliant achievement and many of the fellows rushed forward to offer their congratulations.
Scenes that are brightest
May charm awhile,
Hearts which are lightest
And eyes that smile ;
Yet o'er them above us,
Tho' nature beam.
With none to love us
How sad they seem.