ced around the little room. Somehow the smell of
decaying leather did not have the same fascination that it had
exercised a few moments before. The setting sun sinking over the
Probate Office entered the window and lingered on the stern old
face of the Hon. Jeremiah Mason over the fireplace. The birds
twittered gayly amid the branches by the window. Spring called me
to the open air, to the world outside, to the future.

"Give me fifty dollars and my ticket to New York," said I.

It had so happened that at the time of my visit to Mr. Toddleham
my credit, and consequently my ready funds, had become so reduced
that I had only a dollar or two in my pocket. Therefore the check
for fifty dollars that the old gentleman had carefully drawn for
me with his quill pen and then had as carefully sanded over was by
no means inopportune. I took the shore-car back over the Warren
Avenue Bridge, depressed at the thought of leaving the scene of my
first acquaintance with the world and at the same time somewhat
relieved, in spite of myself, by the consoling thought that I should
no longer be worried by the omnipresent anxiety of trying to escape
from duns and Jews.

Resolved to terminate my collegiate career in a blaze of glory, I
went the rounds of the college buildings and bade all my friends
to a grand celebration at the Tavern, where, owing to the large
amount of trade that I had been able to swing to it, my credit was
still good. Even "Buck" de Vries was not forgotten, and without
a suggestion of my contemplated departure I entertained my colleagues
royally with a bowl of punch brewed after a celebrated Cambridge
recipe, which in a decadent age spoke eloquently of the glories of
the past. I was in the midst of a highly colored speech--during
which I must confess de Vries had eyed me in a somewhat saturnine
manner--when the proprietor tapped me on the shoulder and said that
I was wanted outside. Excusing myself I stepped to the door only
to be unexpectedly confronted by the local sheriff, who apologetically
informed me that he held a warrant of attachment for my worldly
goods and another for the arrest of my very worldly person. With
admirable presence of mind I requested his patience until I should
find my coat, and returning via the buttery made my escape from
the premises by means of the rear exit. _Sic gloria transit!_
That night I slept under the roof of the amiable Quirk in Methuen,
and the day after reached New