Show STUDENT LTFE “Dear old Fred” he said to himself “His letters always bring cheer and comfort to me He never forgets to mention our old college days some of our friends there the big ‘busts’ we used to have with the “frat” or the year when we were on the team that won the championship How often he reminds me of the day we left the old school It was one bright sunny morning in June and the college campus was smothered in different shades of green spotted here and there with brightly colored flowers I sat on the lower step of the entrance to the “frat” house and Fred lay prone upon the grass in the shade of a bridal wreath bush just in front of me He had planned for me to accompany him out West for the summer He had pictured to me the beauties of the West in such rich colors that it had nished apartments which he occutempted me “Now Jim” he had said ‘You pied Upon removing his wet will come won’t you?’ clothes he sank back in a large “Ah Fred’’ I had answered easy chair before the fireplace with a heavy sigh Determined ‘You’re a second Belial’ Yes I will to do something to ease his mind go’ And so on that day I went with him What a glorious time he took a cigar and ordered the evening paper together with whatever we had on the trip out there How I used to sit and listen to him tell personal mail there was for him With the paper came as he had of each point of interest along the hoped a letter from his best friend way and relate wild stories of the and roommate at college Fred West How grandly we were received at the old homestead How Dalton blankly at the pages before him Time after time this had happened during the day until at last he had been compelled to close his books lock the desk den his coat and hat and rush from the room While walking down the street he tried to breathe freely the fresh air thinking it would drive the strange thoughts from his mind He would raise his head and allow the fast falling snowflakes to alight upon his face As the flakes struck him they felt slightly cool for the moment and then he could feel them no more He bowed his head with a feeling of despair and hurried on Although a heavy snow was falling the streets were still crowded with people — but to Jim Horax the streets were as if barren His head seemed to be bursting and he was uncertain in his step as he entered the elegantly fur- |