And the frail, gray-haired woman went quietly into the little round room with her sewing.
THE KIDNAPPING
I
The glimpse to be caught of the outer world through the wide west entrance of the main building, as a scurrying undergraduate, now and then, leaned sidewise against the heavy door and pushed it back, was not cheering. There was snow upon the ground; snow that lay not white and glistening in a strong light, but smudged and indelicate beneath the low hanging smoke. At either side of the broad, rounded tar walk, now covered with ashen gray ice, Paddy"s plow had piled the snow in two rows. The maples were gaunt, skeleton-like, and the wind that cried in their branches was chill to the ear and to the cheek.
When the thick door was flung back to permit the pa.s.sage of a youth becomingly dressed for the season in loose trousers that, not infrequently, were rolled into high russet lace boots; closely b.u.t.toned coat, above the throat of which rose the blue tower of a sweater collar; or to allow the entrance of a girl in tam-o"-shanter and furs, her few books hugged close to her breast, the various notices and handbills on the bulletin board at the left of the corridor fluttered, often to be torn from the clips and sent soaring down the hall.
On the square marble-topped radiator in the middle of the floor opposite the door of the president"s office sat Kerwin. Another youth was slouching beside him.
Kerwin knocked his heavy heels against the pipes of the heater and looked down at his loafing acquaintance with eyes that twinkled unceasingly. Kerwin was not beautiful. He was round of face--all but his jaw; that was square. His hair was red and grew in divers "cow licks"
that rendered brushing futile. On the backs of his hands, despite the season, were large, circular freckles. The frat. pin he wore on the breast of his blue sweater suggested certain of his characteristics with singular precision. It was a kite-shaped affair, bordered with tiny pearls and emeralds, alternating, and the Greek letters across the middle were Delta Psi Phi. Not by the Greek, however, were the owner"s characteristics indicated--unless, of course, to Kerwin himself--but by the symbols of the order the insignia of which it was and which consisted of a weird, staring, human eye--the "white" enamel, and the "pupil" emerald--, a flat lamp of the sort they are making in Germany and digging up in Pompeii, and a round, moon-face.
The little freshman at the radiator had been eyeing the pin curiously for some minutes.
"Say," he said finally, and Kerwin looked down.
"What?"
"Tell me the meaning of that eye."
The twinkle grew in Kerwin"s own.
"That!" he exclaimed, burying his chin in the huge collar of the sweater and pulling out the garment like the cuticle of the elastic-skinned boy, the better to examine the badge. "Oh, that is the all-seeing eye of the frat. It means that the fellow who wears our pin--it means that I am next, that I"m on--up to the game; that no hot air goes with me. See?"
His eyes met the little independent freshman"s squarely and soberly.
"Oh, does it," the latter replied with interest. "Then what does that thing mean?" With a chubby forefinger he indicated the lamp.
"Now, that"s different," Kerwin continued, none the less grave. "That is symbolic of brilliancy. It indicates brilliancy of the highest order.
Yes, siree; a chap"s got to be _mighty_ brilliant to wear that!"
Again their eyes met and the little independent"s were alight with interest still.
"And that?" It was the moon-face at the bottom of the pin that next came in for an explanation. The little fellow grinned back at it feelingly.
"Ah, that"s the best of all," Kerwin exclaimed. It was quite as though he were telling a pretty fairy story to a child. "That denotes geniality, joviality, and--there"s another "ality" in the list, but I"ve forgotten it for the moment. You understand, though, don"t you?"
"Oh, yes, I understand."
And then--this is hard to believe--what did that little freshman do but ask:
"Say, what do you think my chances are of ever wearing a pin like that?"
Kerwin almost fell off the radiator. He had heard of freshmen as fresh as this one, but at the stories of such he had always smiled, regarding them as pleasant fictions. Recovering, he realized that his duty was to disillusion the youth who awaited his reply, with a look of anxiety in his clear eyes. So----
"Very slim," he replied, brutally, sliding off his marble perch. "Very slim indeed! You see," he added, b.u.t.toning his coat and measuring with his eye the distance to the transverse corridor, "you"re too bloomin"
fresh ever to wear anything but a cornflower, or a wood-violet at best."
He ran then, and, even before the little independent realized the full significance of the speech, was out of sight.
It was quite two minutes later by the clock above the president"s door that the blush began to mount the youngster"s cheeks. He gathered his books under one arm and tiptoed down the corridor, staring at the floor and regretting heartily that he had even so much as mentioned the pictures on his cla.s.smate"s--his wiser cla.s.smate"s--pin.
But the displeasure that he suffered so keenly, the chagrin that forbade a lifting of his eyes, and the realization--harder to bear than the rest--that he had displayed his freshness so frankly, were emotions of the moment only, for when, two weeks later, his "stringer" came up before his cla.s.s as the fraternity candidate for the toast-mastership he cast his ballot for him regardless of the fact that his own independent brethren had put forward a man as well. For, you see, that was Kerwin"s way of making friends; perhaps not the best way, to be sure, but, in Kerwin"s case, justified by its success.
On behalf of their man the independent faction waged a valiant fight.
Campus legend told them that for many years their cla.s.s ancestors had seen victory wrested from them, once almost at the moment of victory, so in caucus they decided that they had "stood it long enough."
"Winning or not," an enthusiastic speaker cried on that occasion, "we"ll show "em a few things."
And show them a few things they did, but the things didn"t count, in the wholly unexpected incident that occurred, of a sudden, to cast them into confusion, panic, chaos.
Norse was their "man." After the first ballot all was rosy for a little minute and then what did Norse do but rise in his seat, and with a calmness that was appalling withdraw in Kerwin"s favor! It was a proceeding entirely unprecedented. The jaws of the fraternity men dropped. As for the independents they merely gazed at one another, blinking, their cheeks colorless.
In the silence some one with a grain of reason left in working order moved that Kerwin"s election be made unanimous. The independents forgot to vote. There was not a solitary "nay." It was the succeeding cheer that aroused the independents finally. They hissed; they wrangled; and a girl was seen quickly to draw away from a group near which she was standing, for a youth with eyegla.s.ses and long hair had used a few words that were hardly delicate.
As Kerwin was rushed down the room to the rostrum he heard some one ask, with cutting sarcasm, "Is Norse looking for a bid from your frat.?"
Kerwin took no note of the irony, replying, "He ought to have one." As he stepped behind the chairman"s table he turned suddenly, and brought his fist down hard, exclaiming: "By Jove! I see now how it was!"
"How?" a henchman at his elbow asked, eagerly.
"Why, I helped out Norse in the entrance exam. in geometry. Never occurred to me till this minute. He sat next me; told me in the hall geom. was what he was afraid of. I didn"t pa.s.s him a pony but I gave him a couple of cues. I guess this is his way of repaying me. Wait a second." He broke through the crescent that had formed in front of the table.
Deserted by all his former champions who, with sneers and dire threats flung in his direction had left, Norse still sat by a window at the back, bent over a copy of that day"s issue of the _U. of M. Daily_.
Kerwin went to him and held out his hand, which the other took, grinning. They talked in undertones a minute and as Kerwin joined his heelers at the table Norse strode out of the room.
"That was it!" the victor exclaimed radiantly. "That"s why he did it--what I said. I asked him straight out if it was to curry favor with the frat. crowd and he said it wasn"t. Said he couldn"t join one if he wanted to. His father thinks they"re no good. I told him maybe the gang would try to even up with him for withdrawing. He grinned and said "let "em." He"s all right, fellows. We"ve got to play square with him. I offered him the best toast on the list right off the bat--"The Girls"--but he wouldn"t accept it. Said he guessed he"d rather not. Said he"s no good talking to a crowd, and doesn"t know enough about girls to have an opinion one way or the other."
"Better take him over to Ypsilanti," a youthful Don Juan cried.
"Gee! He is fresh!" another ventured.
"What does he want, anyway?" was asked.
"Nothing. Wouldn"t it kill you?" Kerwin replied. "I told him he"d better look out they don"t try to do him up."
"You"d better keep your own eye peeled," was suggested by a little fellow on the outer edge of the crescent. "They"re sore clear through--turned down for ten years running. Better stay in nights, or you"ll show up at the banquet with no hair or an iodine-face, if you even show up at all----"
"Don"t you believe it!" Kerwin exclaimed, with rare bravado. "Norse said he"d help me if they get funny. He"s a husky guy; did you get a good look at him, fellows? I"m not worrying about the independents any; it"s the soph.o.m.ores I"m going to keep my eyes on. I inferred from what Norse said, there"s something in the air. If he finds out what it is he"ll put me next. We can depend on him, fellows. He"s a regular crackerjack!"
"Well, don"t be too sure of yourself," was the significant warning that caused Kerwin to exclaim: