m mm m STORIES & PERSE of WILLIAMS EDITED BY ALFRED DUDLEY BRITTON PHILIP RICHARDS DUNBAR CHARLES FISHER HEPBURN WILL1AMSTQWN PUBLISHED BY THE EDITORS, M D C C C C Copyright, zpoo, by ALFRED DUDLEY BRITTON UNIVERSITY PRESS . JOHN WILSON AND SON . . CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A. TO LOUIS LEGRAND DRAPER IN RECOGNITION OF HIS UNTIRING DEVOTION TO THE FOOTBALL INTERESTS OF WILLIAMS. R71S36 FOREWORD CT*HE quality of the work which has appeared In the "Lit." during the past four years has stamped that period as the most successful which the literary Interests of Williams have enjoyed. This, coupled with the fact that no bound volumes of the " Lit" have been put on sale, has led the editors to the belief that there was a field for a book containing the best stories and verse Included In the "Lit." during this period. That the book has merits, the Editors feel sure; that It will In some measure appeal to Williams men and be accorded their support, Is the sincere wish of those who have enjoyed Its compilation. For kind permission to reprint several selections, thanks are due the " /poo Gul." and " Cap and Gown" Second Series (L. C. Page & Co., Publishers). Table of Contents c / . \ \ itu i< lUjM***^- PAGE PROVIDENCE AND THE Boss ......... I Charles Newman Hall, ' 'oo. THE GYPSY STRAIN ........... 4 Arthur Ketchum, "98. POOR LITTLE REGINALD .......... 5 Percival Henry Truman, *p8. THE SPANISH GALLEON .......... 7 Charles Nenuman Hall, ""oo. THE FRECKLELESS VILLAGE ......... 9 Philip Richards Dunbar, * oo. GOOD JACOBITES ALL .......... 23 Arthur Ketchum, *p8. No ROBBERY ........ ..... 25 y 57 Percival Henry Truman, *p^. SACRAMENT 59 Arthur Ketchum, ^8. His SON'S ENEMIES 60 Dudley Butler, *oo. Nox CHRISTI 64 Arthur Ketchum, '98. r ^U . AN OBSCURE HEROINE 67 Philip Richards Dunbar, *oo. THEY SAY HER FACE is PASSING FAIR 69 John Barker, 'pp. THE SHADOW OF THE GOD 70 Charles Newman Hall, *00. THE CUIRASSIER 84 John Clarkson Jay, *07. HERB o* GRACE 85 Arthur Ketchum, *p. x Table of Contents PACT AT SAINT FORTUN 93 Arthur Ketchum, '98. FABLE 94 Percwal Henry Truman, *g8. FROM HILOISE TO ABELARD . ... . .' ... ... 96 Arthur Ketchum, '98. APPLIED MATHEMATICS 97 Per aval Henry Truman, *p<5*. As TOLL 109 John Barker, *pp. AT MONTE CARLO not Dudley Butler, *oo. THE SONG OF THE CAVALIERS 113 James Brewer Corcoran, ex- oi " WHICH PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING " . . . . 116 Charles fisher Hepburn, *oo. AT THE DAWN 122 Arthur Ketchum, *g8. THE LEPER 123 John Sounders Oakman, 'pp. A SONG FOR SEAFARERS 130 Arthur Ketchum, 'p& PRINCIPLE 131 John Saunders Oakman, *pp. To A DREAMER 133 James Onven Try on, *oo. A LETTER AND A POSTSCRIPT 134 Arthur Lanvson Goodwillie, *07. MY LADY GOES TO THE PLAY 138 Arthur Ketchum, J $8. xi Table of Contents PACK AT A Music HALL 140 Henry Rutgers Couger, ^99. DEAD FOLKS' HOUR 144 Arthur Ketchum, ^98. NOT WITHOUT PRECEDENT 145 Per rival Henry Truman, '98. IN THE HILLS 148 Arthur Ketchum, '98. THE OTHER MAN'S WIFE 149 Albert Hopkins, 'oo. CAPTIVES 152 Arthur Ketchum, *g8. THE OTHER LIFE 153 Philip Richards Dunbar, 9 oo. THE AUTUMN CALL 155 James Owen Try on, *oo. WHITE ROSES 158 Arthur Ketchum, '98. PAGAN TO PRIEST 164 Arthur Ketchum, ^98. FRIENDSHIP ABOVE PAR 165 Alfred Dudley Britton, *oo. IN THE DARK 169 James Bisset Pratt, "98. A REVERIE 170 Per rival Henry Truman, ^98. A SONG OF SPORT 173 James Brewer Corcoran, ex- 01* xii Table of Contents PAGE DUETS 175 Arthur La e wson Goodwill'ie, 1 '01. AN EPITAPH 177 Arthur Ketchum, ^98. FOUNDED ON FACT 178 Arthur Ketchum, "98. THE AMOROUS SCIENTIST 181 James Bisset Pratt, ^98. A SONG OF OTHER DAYS . 182 - Arthur Lawuson Good*willie t "01. IN BOHEMIA 184 Arthur Ketchum, ^98. THAT BABINGTON AFFAIR 1 86 John Barker, "99. CONVICTION 189 John Barker, *pp. THE PRINCE OF GREATER NEW YORK 190 Per rival Henry 'Truman, 'p ,' i ' ,o ' u Taxation " in fourteen volumes, written by the court economist, copies of which are still to be seen among the Nunvalian archives. The gist of the treatise was as follows : First, that it is very hard to take money out of a man's pocket when the man is looking and especially when there is none there. " This," wrote the court economist, " is the difficulty in the system prevailing in Nunvalia." Second, it is easier to take money from a man's pocket when he is not looking. And third, it is easier still to do so when one makes a pretence of giving something in return. What pretence would you suggest ? " asked the king when the court economist had explained to him what there was in his fourteen volumes and what it meant. " Theoretically," replied the court economist, cau- tiously, " it is not possible to get something in return for nothing; but considering that constant element in human nature which, for want of a better term, may be called the 'eternally gullible,' I think the result could be obtained approximately by means of a lottery." But King Adolphus objected to a lottery. Cling to the good ye have gathered From my teaching that ends to-day. Ye have learned many true sayings And many wise maxims heard, For some ye know the reason, And for some ye must take my word. But, though ye forget the others, These two hold firm and clear : The first is ' He that would win must workj The second ' Thou shalt not fear ! ' For the vices of a strong man Are pardoned in the end ; But he that is born a coward Hath neither foe nor friend ! 212 Ninety-nine Class Poem VI " Be tender, and quick to pity At the sight of another's wrong, Humble before a weaker, Cringing not to the strong. Paying each service twofold, Nor counting the debt clear then ; Keeping your faith with women, Speaking the truth to men. VII " High in the purple mountains, Where the world's strife cannot come, Ringed by the iron cordon Of the hills that guard my home, I gather my sons about me And teach them at my knee, And when they have learned their lessons, My sons go forth from me. Over the world they wander, In sunshine and wind and storm, But I sit here in the quiet room And keep the hearthstone warm ; Watching and listening and waiting For their footsteps at the door, Till one by one as the years go by My sons come home once more. Then I fling wide the portal And welcome them to the hall, With praise for the strong, and pity For the weak, and love for all. 213 Ninety-nine Class Poem And the welcome that I give them Is reward for those that win ; And they who are spent with fighting Find a new strength therein. And when they have told their stories, And rested a little space, They rise, and get them forth again Each man to his own place ; To take the task that waits him, And labor to the end, That he may win a living For wife and child and friend. Careless of sneers and frowning From curs that cringe and shirk, Asking no greater pleasure Than the sight of his finished work. VIII "Ye who to-day must follow Whither your fates shall lead, These are your elder brothers ! Prove yourselves of the breed ! See that ye count as shameful No work your hands can do ; And when ye are spent, come back to me, That I may comfort you. Now, through the open portal, Rise, and go forth to-day ! And a mother's blessing go with you, To help you on your way." WILLIAMSTOWN, June 20, 1899. 214 The Blind Receive their Sight " "THE BLIND RECEIVE THEIR SIGHT' LORY to Allah ! Love is but a hieroglyph to me, and I know not what it means." A student stared through a blue-flamed fire into a phantom world, while outside the city clocks struck three. The fire was bright, but everything else seemed to be a pall. To tell the truth, a man can't always afford to let two and a half college years slip away in idleness ; for, when it becomes advisable to seize the trailing threads, lo, it is too late. So the student was about to receive his quietus at the hands of the great university, and a regiment of tutors could n't have " whipped him into line " for the exams. Now the father of Her^ whose photograph was in his pocket, in the fire-flame, and burned deepest in his brain, was the old ex-judge ; and the ex-judge had fished off a log with bent pins fifty years ago, with his father. He would hear how the university " dropped " the delinquent, and would remark, " So that 's the kind of a boy he is ! " and, seeing his daughter very friendly with the young reprobate, away he would snatch her to foreign capitals ; and what girl ever looked through Parisian streets, and over three thousand miles of rolling Atlantic, but her girlhood memories faded and her old acquaintanceship became almost as if it had not been ? Then he thought of her sitting on a 2I 5 "The Blind Receive their Sight" hotel veranda and holding a dozen admirers at bay, while she prays that night or something would come to relieve her ; for of all created things, men are the most unmitigated bores. " Well ? " asked the student of the wearer of the faded tennis cap just across the fireplace, " have you solved my problem for me ? " " Let me see that picture again," said the other. He took the photograph and held it at arm's length j then he placed it on the shelf and inspected it at two yards' range ; after that he made a microscopic examination at close quarters, and ended by turning up his soles to the fire and his face to the ceiling. " If she looks anything like that" he spoke im- pressively and seemed to be emotionally affected, u go pretty blamed quick and enlist for the war." It was a perfect solution. Who would know of the disgraceful standing, and the student could enter next year a class lower, and there would be no more loafing not by a long shot. And the next morning H. H. Brown, collegian, enlisted for the Spanish War. On the night of July I the ex-judge's daughter could not sleep, so she threw a shawl about her shoulders and sat by the window. " What a silly boy ! " she muttered anxiously, and meant something else. Then she looked deep into the unsoundable heaven-dome, and saw visions that no girl but an army nurse should ever see. ^ All night they brought in the wounded to Siboney men who would be helpless as babes forevermore, 216 "The Blind Receive their Sight" men whose light was setting in black eclipse. A boy, with his fair hair bedraggled with mud and dust, was received by the surgeons with a deprecating smile, which meant that those overworked machines could not bother with those who needed only a spade and a wooden cross. " The kid wants the photograph sent to that address," said a bearer, thumbing a blood- stained portrait of a young girl with a long jagged groove in the card right across the eyes. " Write on the back, ' I was never worth using, anyhow/ ' u I was never worthy of you, anyway," corrected the quick-witted Red Cross helper who undertook the mission, looking down at the pale, fine face of the boy and guessing a romance. And then they laid him away in a stately row over by the trees, where many had already entered upon the long, dawnless night. He tossed wearily and babbled of brooks and springs, and then this battered, blood-stained specimen of humanity began a wonderful song in prose about some fair young face which had no more business to be dragged into such a grim scene than a violet in a coal-mine ; after that he wanted a drink of water, and asked for his mother, and then off into a great, swimming, shadow world of flitting void and airy nothingness. The great scheme had worked beautifully the university record had been com- pletely wiped out, and incidentally something else seemed to be wiped out too ; most problems in life have two solutions, and occasionally the wrong one will turn up. On the morning of the second of July three of that band of hopeless cases were still alive, and even gaining. " What t'ell are ye puttin* me with these 217 " The Blind Receive their Sight " dead men for ? " asked one. " Give me a drink of the genewine stuff," said No. 2. The third was the boy, and he talked about ice and Her and Her and ice, and politely requested the surgeon to go climb a tree, which that dignitary strangely declined to do. Now some parts of Lat. 42 N. are pleasant for summer resorts. The home of Brown Senior was fanned by the hotel-keepers' "salubrious breezes." It was just the right altitude above sea-level for the ex-judge's disease with a Greek name, and he straight- way took a cottage for that season. The ex-judge's daughter was everywhere, upon the old hills, and down in the woody ravines ; she floated in a canoe on the blue lake, and spoiled camera films by the score. But all of a sudden the camera company ceased to receive mutilated pictures and double ex- posures ; all of a sudden she ceased the long twilights out on the unruffled lake ; all of a sudden she stopped reading Kipling, and laughed and cried over a pho- tograph minus the eyes. u So it was n't just admira- tion, and he really did care ever so much, and he was n't just hanging around because he did n't have anything better to do, and so funny that I was so blind, blind as this picture, and he was blind too." And then she looked over to the far blue hills and the white, sun-streaked river, and saw ever so much farther, people can occasionally see a long distance when they look that way, quite consider- ably beyond the bounds of this little world with its girdle of twenty-five thousand miles. And then one day there came a stretcher, and an- other day a girl stood at the door and wanted to see 218 " The Blind Receive their Sight " the patient. " He may not know you, miss," said the nurse ; " sometimes he 's off, for a little time." But she entered. u Huh ! " exclaimed the invalid. " You come to nurse too ? By the way, you 're about the homeliest I 've seen yet not a bit like Her." " Who 's that ? " she asked gently, but trembling. " Who 's she ? " impatiently. u Why, the one with the eyes taken out by a bullet. I had three in me. So she 's blind blind, blind, blind. She '11 be blind till some Russian count comes along ; then her eyes '11 open. Why, I did it all for her." Did what ? " " Why, I would have flunked out at the university, and I knew her father would break off everything then, and I would n't even get a chance to assassi- nate the Russian count. So I went to the war. Heroic, was n't it ? " u Yes, and you went up the hill ahead of the whole company, after being shot twice," she said, coloring. It seemed like talking to a lunatic, but a lunatic with a glorious record. He smiled. "I was thinking of Her; thought She was looking on. To tell the truth, if I 'd been in my senses, I 'd have been behind a tree. They 're made for sensible men." " Thought of me, thought / was looking on," she said dreamily. " You ! who said you ? " he exclaimed gruffly, looking hard and he began to brush cobwebs from his eyes. " I do believe no delirium again." It 's only I," she said. " Only ! Why, I Ve been seeing you for a month 219 "The Blind Receive their Sight'* back. You 're a phantasm, you know. You must n't talk so clearly j phantasms don't." She walked quietly up and laid her hand on his hot cheek. u It is n't delirium this time." He pondered, and the world seemed to drift back ; or rather he seemed to drift back into the world. " It is n't," he said soberly ; " but it 's worse. You 've heard all I 've said and will go and laugh over it." " And cry over it." "Why?" " Oh, because." He looked at her solemnly. " I '11 tell you frankly, since you 've heard all," he said. " My whole world has always been within three feet radius of you. You never saw it. But now I 'm only an old, battered hulk, with three bullet-holes, and it '11 be months, even, before I 'm around, and a year before I get back my strength. I surrender ; I 'm out of the race. But you were worth it," looking at her ad- miringly. u And now, I suppose, I must say good- by forever forever, of course, considering that I 'm not plucky at all on such things. My little scheme did n't work, you see. I did n't bargain for all this." He was making a gallant effort to tide over the season of embarrassment. " That photograph had her eyes torn out. She was blind ; and you think I 'm blind too," she mused. " Oh, it 's all right. I 'm a mere wreck," he protested, not knowing what she was driving at. Her eyes were on him with that old look of mys- tery. It 's a pretty good thing to be a wreck some- 220 "The Blind Receive their Sight" times. A .276-inch perforation can now and then sweep away a cloud of misunderstanding very quickly, and a mute, inanimate Mauser ball disentangle what is beyond human ingenuity. I imagine the girl looked clear through the eternities that time, as she sank on her knees by the bedside, and, resting one hand on his, whispered to him that secret. And, as she touched her cheek to his, the revelation broke fully, and he laid his other hand on hers, and the sky split, and he saw into the seventh heaven, and into the seventh of the seventh which is the forty-ninth and But, alas ! I understand not such things ; and, praise be to Allah and the Prophet, all love and senti- ment are to me but a sealed book, and my life is far removed from them all, now and evermore. Amen and Amen. 221 At the End AT THE END I WONDER did you understand, Or if you ever knew That all these little halting songs Were made for you ? A message 'cross a world of change, And weary leagues of space From one who might not take your hands, Nor see your face. Would I might meeter service do, And fairer tribute bring Than these poor faltering waifs of time From love and spring. These records, fashioned here and there Along a winding way ; These dying echoes of a past, Half sad, half gay. All broken music faint and thin, Ah, might I give instead The lyrics that my heart has sung In words unsaid ! Yet take them, Dear, for good or ill, To you they all belong, Who are the singing's very soul, Heart of the song ! 222 14 DAY USE RETURN TO DESK FROM WHICH BORROWED LOAN DEPT. RENEWALS ONLY TEL. NO. 642-3405 This book is due on the last date stamped below, or on the date to which renewed. Renewed books are subject to immediate recall. M71836 THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY