CHAPTER II

DR. MACK GETS SOME INFORMATION

The Euclid Hotel was distant about half a mile from the college

buildings. It would hardly have paid expenses but for the patronage it

received from the parents and friends of the students, who, especially

on public occasions, were drawn to visit Euclid, and naturally put up at

the hotel. Then the students, tired, perhaps, of the fare at the college

commons, dropped in often and ordered a dinner. So, take it all in

all, Euclid Hotel benefited largely by the presence of the college. No

students, however, were permitted to board there, as it was thought

by the college professors that the atmosphere of the hotel would be

detrimental to college discipline and the steady habits they desired to

inculcate in the young men under their care.

“I wonder,” thought Doctor Mack, after supper was over, “whether I had

better go round to the college and make an evening call on Walter?”

He was tempted to do so, for he was fond of his young ward and would

have enjoyed seeing him. But then he wished, unobserved, to judge for

himself whether Walter was making good use of his privileges, and this

made it injudicious for him to disclose his presence in the college

town.

He strolled out into the tavern yard, and observed a young man engaged

in some light duties.

“Good evening, sir,” said the young man, respectfully.

“Good evening, I suppose you are connected with the hotel?”

“Yes, sir; but I would rather be connected with the college.”

“Then you have a taste for study?”

“Yes, sir. I began to prepare for college, and had made some progress

in Latin and Greek, when my father died, and that put an end to my

prospects.”

“That was a pity. Has it destroyed your taste for study?”

“No, I spend an hour after I am through work in keeping up my Latin and

Greek, but of course I make slow progress.”

“Naturally. Now I have no doubt there are many students who do not

appreciate their privileges as much as you do.”

“I know it, sir. There are pretty lively boys in college. Have you a son

there?”

“No.”

“I didn't know but what you might have.”

“What do you mean by lively?”

“I mean they care more to have a good time than to get on in their

studies.”

“What do they do?”

“Well, some of them belong to societies, and have a good time whenever

they meet. Frequently they give little suppers at the hotel here, and

keep it up till a late hour.”

“Do the faculty know of this?”

“They may surmise something, but they don't interfere. Of course, it

pays Mr. Daniels, the landlord, for he charges a good round sum, and,

as there is no other place for the boys to go, they must pay it. There's

going to be a supper here to-night.”

“Indeed!”

“It is given by one of the sophomores, Walter Sherwood.”

“What name did you mention?” asked Doctor Mack, startled.

“Walter Sherwood. Do you know him?”

“I know a family by the name of Sherwood,” answered Doctor Mack,

evasively. “What sort of a young man is he?”

“I don't call him a young man. He is only seventeen or eighteen--one of

the youngest members of the class. He is very popular among his mates--a

regular jolly boy he is.”

“Does he stand well in his scholarship?”

The young man laughed.

“I don't think he troubles himself much about studies,” he replied,

“from all I hear; but he is pretty smart, learns easily, and manages to

keep up respectably.”

Doctor Mack's heart sank within him. Was this the best that could be

said about his ward, the son of his old friend?

“Do you think he is dissipated?” he asked, uneasily.

“Not that I ever heard. He is fond of having a good time, and drinks

wine at his suppers, but he isn't what you would call intemperate. He

would do better work in college if he wasn't so rich.”

“So he is rich, then?”

“He must be, for he spends a good deal of money. Pendleton, one of his

classmates, told me that he spent more money than any one in the class.”

“That is why he needs so many extra checks,” thought the guardian

soberly.

“I am sorry he doesn't make better use of his privileges,” he said

aloud.

“Yes, sir, it is a pity. If he didn't care so much for a good time he

might stand at the head of his class--so Pendleton thinks.”

“If he were a poor boy, now, you think the result would be different?”

asked Doctor Mack, thoughtfully.

“Yes, sir, I have no doubt of it.”

“When does the supper commence?”

“At half-past eight o'clock.”

“How long will it keep up?”

“Till near midnight. The landlord makes it a point to have them close

before twelve. I hope they won't disturb you, sir.”

“Are they likely to make much noise?”

“Well, sir, they make speeches, and do a good deal of singing. Then,

college songs are naturally noisy.”

“Yes, so I hear.”

“What is the number of your room?”

“Number nine.”

“Why, you are nearly opposite the room where they will have their

supper. I am afraid you won't stand much chance of sleeping early.”

“Oh, never mind! I shall get an idea of what a college supper is like.”

“So you will. If you open the transom over your door you will have the

full benefit of all that goes on.”

“That will suit me very well,” thought Doctor Mack.

“If you would like to be farther away, the landlord would no doubt

change your room.”

“Oh, no,” said the doctor hastily. “It will suit me very well for once

to listen to college songs and get an idea of how college boys enjoy

themselves.”

“A very sensible old gentleman!” thought James Holden. “Some men of his

age would make a fuss.”

A little before the time when the students were expected to arrive

Doctor Mack shut himself up in his room, taking care to open the

transom. He had ascertained from the young man, his informant, that

supper had been engaged for twelve, and that the price charged per plate

was two dollars and a half, all to be paid by Walter Sherwood.

“That makes thirty dollars,” he reflected. “No wonder Walter writes

for extra checks. I wonderin this thirty dollars is to figure as a

contribution to the library?”

From his window he could see the students as they approached the hotel.

Finally he caught sight of Walter, with a college friend on each sides

with whom he was chatting gaily.

“What a change!” thought Doctor Mack. “It seems only yesterday that

Walter started for college, a bashful, unformed boy, full of good

resolutions, and determined to distinguish himself in scholarship. Now

he has become a gay butterfly. And, what is worse, he has learned to

deceive his old guardian, and his chief aim seems to be to have a good

time. What can I do to change his course?”

The good doctor's face assumed a thoughtful look.

“I can tell better after what I shall hear to-night,” he said to

himself.

It was not long before the guests were all assembled and the feast was

to begin.

Some one rapped for attention, and then Doctor Mack recognized the voice

of his young ward.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “I am glad to welcome you to this festal board.

After spending ten or a dozen hours in hard study”--laughter and

applause--“we find it pleasant to close our books, to relax our learned

brows”--more laughter--“and show our appreciation of the good things of

life. As Horace, your favorite, says”--I won't insult you by offering to

translate his well-known words--_“dulce est desipere in loco_. That is

what has brought us here to-night We want to _desipere in loco._”

“So we do! Good for you!” exclaimed one and another.

“I regret,” Walter continued, “that all the professors have declined my

urgent invitation to be present on this occasion. Professor Griggs”--the

professor of mathematics--“said he would not break away from his regular

diet of logarithms and radicals.” Great laughter. “I have expressly

requested Mr. Daniels to provide no logarithms to-night. They don't

agree with my constitution.”

“Nor with mine!” “Nor with mine!” echoed one and another.

“I shall expect you all, after the banquet, to do something for the

general entertainment. I stipulate, however, that none of the company

address us in Latin or Greek.”--“We won't!” “We won't!”--“Sufficient for

the recitation-room is the evil thereof. But I have spoken long enough.

There are times when silence is golden, and one of those times is at

hand. Brethren, the feast awaits you! Pitch in!”

The speaker took his seat, and then there was a noise of clinking

glasses, and knives and forks came to the front. The banquet had begun.

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