Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3Ill CROSSED SWORDS ^ | ^HE Language Club melted away into the JL night, the undergraduate members alone breaking forth into joy, just as they did after every recitation or lecture that came to a close sooner than expected. Most like them were the three or four young instructors, who made the best of their way to the jollity of the University Club. Truest of all to their chosen role of earnest seekers after light and truth, the graduate students flitted away through quiet streets to dark houses, rejoicing audibly that, if the textit{Seminar broke up an hour too soon, they had an hour more for work; or, like Bowers and another man named Cameron, carrying on hotly, as they walked along, the discussion of the hour before. " Where are you living this year, Bowers ? " The man dropped his argument abruptly as the two came into the Campus. "Up in West. I 'm proctoring this year. It 's a great saving, I tell you." " I applied too late, I guess. The Dean recommended me, though." " I thought I was in luck. Won't you come up ? I 've got two chairs, both sittable." The other laughed a little. "Let's stay out here on the Fence awhile. It '11 seem as though we were about juniors. You 're not busy, are you ? " " I '11 loaf for once." " It's good for you. Sit down here." Once comfortably installed,— and the Fence- rails were comfortable for those who had been trained in Dale's ways,—their pipes glowing quietly, the young men breathed deep a kind of tranquillity which they found the sweeter because it was in the way of becoming strange to them. It was the first hour that week, they discovered on comparing notes, that either had sat still doing nothing. There had been envelops to direct at so much or so little a thousand; there had been some clerical work in the Dean's office; there had been long... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.