Show 112 STUDEXT LIFE making of a second Daniel Webster in him “Jolly good times they all are” lie would continue “but soon memories when a fellow gets to going up against the realistic thing in this life” The night of Barstow’s graduation lie received a message stating that his benefactor was dead and that his money had all been left to a charitable institution That night at the exercises Bar-stowas pale and silent and he afterwards went to his room and began packing Xow he was free free to do and to go where he wished As long as the old man had lived he would have gone on working to try to achieve something that would repay him his charity Xow he sat down and wrote a letter refusing the position that had been offered him in a big law firm As he sat in his window there was comfort in gazing at the starry sky comfort in allowing his imagination to picture what was going on in the silent sleeping cities all over the world The next morning he bought a ticket for Denver The West had always held a charm for him lie got a job on a ranch “punching” cows a year later he found himself in California From here he went to China with volunteers and thence all over the world Where-eve- r he went he was loved everyone liked the attractive boyish face and his humorous way of being w chronically “broke” yet happy added to his charm After ten years of roving he found himself one night in the old college town The light of the old town cast a dim radiance through the falling snow The holiday spirit was in the air and everyone was jolly But Barstow wandered about hardly knowing where he went lie had often said that all the world was his home but just at this time this place seemed more like home to him than any he had known the very atmosphere was balm to his weary soul His overcoat was shabby but many a fellow stared at the manly figure and remarked of “the football stuff in a man like that” At last he found himself before a brilliantly lighted place His meditations had been disturbed by someone asking him to give a lift with something He seemed to recognize the voice as he turned about the two men gazed at each other their hands struck in simultaneous greeting “Billy!” “Jack Dennis!” “You old rascal where in time have you been for the last ten years ?” Barstow’s head was in a whirl “Why what?” he said “Oh! I remember this must be the night of the old class annual” “Why of course it is you old fogie Come right in We all thought you had been interred in the sarcophagus long ago” |