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 all this he would do his best to make her happy, come what might.

There was a great to do out on the campus; an amateur drum-corps was rattling a confused march to the accompaniment of a tin-horn band. Cheers sounded from the direction of Old North, and suddenly there arose above the shouts, a crackling that increased to a well defined roar. Through the tree-tops beyond Clio Hall Hart could see the flames of the huge bonfire tearing up against the sky; slowly the light grew and spead until the fronts of East and West Colleges glowed plain, their sombre walls tinged with a red reflection; black, hurrying figures, some carrying loads, and others merely dancing, scurried to and fro. There was excitement in the smoky atmosphere. The sharp, clear sound of a bugle rang out above the clamor.

Hart stepped to the window. The scene tempted him. He put back into his pocket the time-table showing the west-bound trains from Philadelphia, and opened the door; there was yet half an hour before the time that Heaphy said that he would call, and he could pack up his few belongings afterwards.