Winning His W": A Story of Freshman Year at College"

with me. I haven't the remotest idea which one of yo

a young giant. He was at least six feet and three inches in height, his shoulders were so broad that they made the very doorway appear narrow, and as he stood before them without his coat and with his shirt sleeves

Peter John, after a

"You know what my name is, I suppose. I'm Hawley. 'Cupe' Hawley they called me in school because I was such a dainty and delicate little specim

were at once introduced, and

h there was no apparent cause for his enjoyment. "Haven't got everything unpacke

Will Phelps, at once

ccurred to either of the boys that the manual labor in settling their room was something to be expected of them. For a moment Foster glanced quizzically at his friend as if he was puzzled to account for his unexpected proffer, but knowin

pet. Did you?" inquir

plied Pe

're dangerous things though," and Hawley laughed as he spoke. "My doctor says they're the worst sources of contagion in the world, and whatever

rous pillows and other tokens of the warm regard of friends that had accompanied himself and his room-mate into the new life upon which they had entered. Apparently, however, H

f settling the room was measurably complete and all four had seated themselve

eared to be a source of enjoyment to Hawley, and qu

ade you

college in the United S

He graduated here and it may be that his opini

ey laughed and close

the other reason was,"

otb

t it? Well, if it is, it's about all I remember of my English course. Well, I'll be honest with you. I did see Baker this summer, a

o pay you?" dem

r what?" dem

was a dandy! His name was Patrick O'Hara, and he passed better in football than he did in any other subject in the course." And Hawley stopped to laugh at the recollection of his former fellow-student. "Pat wasn't very much of a hand to study, and when one of the men from White College suggested to him that he should come there, why Pat was delighted. 'What studies will you t

which Hawley related the story, and

slowly, "he has go

he has entered the

l come out the same door he went in, and he won't ta

als," suggested Will. "But then," he added, "that's jus

sion on Hawley's face, also laughed, but he did not reply to his room-mate's very positive declaration. There were some things which Will could not understand, for with his intense and impulsive disposition

nnett rose to depart. "Come in and see us often.""You'll see enough

turned to their own room Foster said, "It's

th seem to be

h like o

, you see they don't

nued. "You see everything in this world is relativ

haps

ind man suffers because he can't see? I m

t th

t. He knows, let me tell you, what he's lost. But the other man doesn't apprecia

't do anything

not the one who never had. Now look at Peter John, and Hawley. Their room isn't so good as ours, but it probably is just a

we'd f

way of looking at things,

glibly. "There's one thing I'm mi

t is

I don't believe the sophs

Hawley's

hey will whe

n just invites them. It st

ed Will Phelps. "Well, for my part, I hope he won't

ore we'll g

fellow anyway; and I'm

big, a

what I

dn't, you

e th

were not big men, but I think you'd sum up that they were great.""Great butch

hotel, as their boarding-place had not been selected. In the thoughts of both it was a selection of too much importance

laining what was expected and that the class officers to be selected were to serve only for a month, when it was thought that the members of the class

ediately arose and sai

he young giant obediently advanced and taking his place beside Spencer, who also was nominated for the office, awaited the verdict.

at once had seconded the nomination, and he was compelled to advance to the platform and stand beside Farmer and McVey, whose names were