1893 - - CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. THE HERO IN A FIX . 1 11. A RUSH . . 20 111. HAZING . . 33 IV. BURIEDA LIVE . . 42 V. GHOSTS . . 48 VI. IS IT MURDER . . GO VII. A MANLY ACT . . 68 VIII. THE FACULTYVSI EW O F IT . . 75 IX. MERRY GOROND . . 83 X. A MISERABLBEO Y . . SS XI. RUSTICATED . . 95 XII. FAY . . 107 XIII. FRJENDSHI O P N A TOBOGGAN . 114 XIV. OVERBOARD . 133 XV. THE DE COURTNEY . . 151 XVI. WHO WINS . . 157 XVII. THE GIRL AND THE COMMITTEE . . 169 XVIII. A NOBLE FELLOW . . 181 XIX. HURRAH . 194 XX. FAIR AND FREE . . 206 XSI. TERRIBLTER OUBLE . 211 XxII. 1 WILL WAIT . . 229 DONALD MARCY. CHAPTER I. THE HERO IN A FIX. IT was a clark night at Karle one of the darkest yet seen that term. It was the fall term, and was now well under way by seT7-eral weeks. The police force of the little city, who took their well-earned vacation like the rest of the college officers, and with them, were hard at work now. In fact, it had been a particularly busy season. The Sophomore class was large it had some irrepressible leaders. Freshmen were a spirited lot that autumn they did not swallow tyranny like gruel showeci fight put the Sophoinores on their mettle made trouble, and, in general, the students had manifested so little coilsideration for the feelings of their civil protectors that the force was not on good terms with them. Jerry McCarty, the biggest, the broadest, the toughest, and the hai dsornest of the corps, was stationed on College Street. He had the heaviest beat in town and, while he was exceedingly proud of it, complaii ed of it proportionately, as most of us do of our privileges. Jerry McCayty paced up and down the sidewalk gloomily. There ought to have been a moon, but there wasnt. This fact seemed to make the night darker than if the nlooi had gone to any of the vague geographical destinations to which, when not due in College Street, she betook herself in Jerrys iniacl. China he thought the inost corlveiliei t for her but his son, who was educated, and attended the grammar school, averred that she stopped at Surinam. The clouds yere as black as the policenlans boots. Even the street lamps seemed to be under the weather they burneci sadly, and the last two on the beat had flared, spluttered, and gone out in a shower of broken glass...