"Not since yesterday, at tea," replied the fair tormentress. "But I hope to see you oftener in future."

I could see the radiance of Tom's face in the uncertain glimmer of the Chinese lanterns. He was evidently shivering before the final plunge.

"D-do you know-I-that is-should like-charmed-never so long-long time (I really beg pardon)-again-" Tom floundered helplessly and stopped, panting, the apology being addressed to an ubiquitous mucker, who had grabbed the bouquet falling from Tom's nerveless hand, and run off, yelling savagely.

At this point the fair Gray had an unusually pleasant smile. One could not see her pretty face and trusting eyes without wishing to stroke her softly, as she lovingly replied: "O my dear Tom, I so wanted to tell you, now I hope we shall see you often? You know, I am engaged to Willie Symperson, and he lives only next door to you. It will be so pleasant to be such near neighbors, won't it? It is only from to-day, but we thought it best to have it out immediately!"

To this day Carl has never discovered what was the matter with the agitated Senior who rushed in one Class-Day evening, and, after wildly ordering a claret julep and a mint squills, drank seven glasses of brandy in succession, and forgot to, wait for the change. But I was soon startled by hearing a tremendous clicking, and there came over the line of the C. T. Co. the following message, with remarkably little space between the dots:-

"Will go to Europe. Blackstone be hanged. Dum viv."

And this is how we went to Europe.

S.