their books, their furniture, their mutual love and
comradeship, they must leave behind them the haunting
presence of the child, the colored pictures she had cut from
the Christmas numbers and plastered over the nursery walls,
the rambler roses that with her own hands she had planted and
that now climbed to her window and each summer peered into
her empty room.

Outside Doctor Gilman's cottage, among the trees of the
campus, paper lanterns like oranges aglow were swaying in the
evening breeze. In front of Hallowell the flame of a bonfire
shot to the top of the tallest elms, and gathered in a circle
round it the glee club sang, and cheer succeeded cheer-cheers
for the heroes of the cinder track, for the heroes of the
diamond and the gridiron , cheers for the men who had flunked
especially for one man who had flunked. But for that man who
for thirty years in the class room had served the college
there were no cheers. No one remembered him, except the one
student who had best reason to remember him. But this
recollection Peter had no rancor or bitterness and, still
anxious lest he should be considered a bad loser, he wished
Doctor Gilman a every one else to know that. So when the
celebration was at its height and just before train was due
to carry him from Stillwater, ran across the campus to the
Gilman cottage say good-by. But he did not enter the cottage
He went so far only as half-way up the garden walk. In the
window of the study which opened upon the veranda he saw
through frame of honeysuckles the professor and wife standing
beside the study table. They were clinging to each other, the
woman weep silently with her cheek on his shoulder, thin,