"Oh, nothing much. Only when the "devil was sick the devil a monk would be." You know the words probably. It strikes me as absolutely funny."
"I don"t see anything to laugh about," retorted Will warmly.
"You wait and maybe you will later, Phelps. Tra, la, freshman!" and Mott abruptly departed.
His words, however, still lingered in Will"s mind, and throughout the evening the jingling rhyme that the soph.o.m.ore had repeated kept running through his thoughts.
CHAPTER XXI
THE EXAMINATION
Vacation had come and gone. How Will Phelps did enjoy that break in his work! He almost begrudged the swiftly pa.s.sing hours while he was at home, and as the vacation drew near its close he found himself computing the hours and even the minutes that yet remained before he must return, just as he had previously reckoned the time that must pa.s.s before he could return to Sterling. It was not that he did not enjoy his college life, for as we know he had entered heartily into its spirit, but the work was hard and his handicap in the one subject had robbed him of the enthusiasm which perhaps otherwise he might have had.
When the day at last arrived when he was to return he was unusually quiet and seldom had a word to say to any one. Uppermost in his thoughts was the expression of the princ.i.p.al of the school where he had prepared for college, who had said to him: "Well, Will, with all the fun of college there is still another side to it, and that is, that when a fellow enters college he really is leaving home. From that time forward he may come back for his vacations, but it is nevertheless the break that sooner or later comes to every man." Will had thought much of the saying, and its truthfulness was so apparent that he was unable entirely to shake off the somewhat depressing effect it had produced upon himself.
When the hour came and the good-byes must be said he strove desperately to be calm, but he dared not trust himself to say much. He did not once glance behind him as he walked away from the house to the street, though he knew that his father and mother were standing on the piazza and were watching him as long as his st.u.r.dy form could be seen by them.
On the train he found several of his college friends and it became somewhat easier for him in their company to forget his own heaviness of heart, and as he sped on toward Winthrop the numbers increased and the noisy shouts of greeting and the enthusiasm of the students diverted him from the feeling to which otherwise he might have yielded.
Peter John and Foster were in the number of the returning students, the former having recovered sufficiently to warrant him in taking up a part of his work. Wagner also and several of the other students who had been victims of the fever were on the train when it arrived at Winthrop, and in the warmth of their reception by their student friends there was a tonic such as even the physicians" prescriptions had not afforded. Will found a slight return of his depression when he first entered his room, but when a few days had pa.s.sed his life had once more settled into the grooves of the daily routine and a.s.sumed its former round of tasks.
The mid-year examinations came within a month after the reopening of the college, and the chagrin and anger of Will Phelps were keenly aroused when he learned that although he had done well in his other studies he was conditioned in his Greek. He stormed and raved about the injustice with which he was being treated, and finally, at Foster"s suggestion, sought a personal interview with his professor.
"I don"t understand it, professor," he said warmly. "I never felt more sure of anything in my life than I did that I had pa.s.sed that exam--I mean that examination."
"Ah, yes," replied the professor. "Quite likely if you had had the decision to make, you would have pa.s.sed _c.u.m laude!_ Ha, ha! Yes, I fawncy it might have been so, but unfortunately the decision had to be made by other parties."
"But didn"t I pa.s.s the examination, professor?" demanded Will.
"I do not exactly recollect as to that. Quite likely you failed, since that impression seems to be vivid in your thoughts. Were you so reported?"
"Yes, sir. Have you got that paper, professor?"
"I _have_ it. I should not say I have _got_ it."
"May I see it?" Will"s manner was subdued, but there was a flush on his cheeks which those who knew him well would at once have understood.
"I will look it over with you," a.s.sented the professor. "It is against our rules to return papers to students, and I fawncy our rules are made to be obeyed, not ignored."
"Yes, sir." Will was hardly aware of what he was saying so impatient and eager was he for the paper to be produced.
The professor unlocked a drawer in his desk and drew forth a package of papers that were carefully tied with a piece of ribbon. Even the knot was exact and the loop on one side did not vary from that on the other by the smallest fraction. In his impatience Will noticed even this detail, but it was ignored in a moment when the professor slowly and with care examined the headlines of the papers and at last drew forth one which he placed on the desk in front of him and said: "Ah, yes. Here is the paper in question. It is credited with being two points above the mark required to pa.s.s a student."
"It is?" demanded Will enthusiastically. "I thought there must be a mistake."
There was a slight scowl on the professor"s brow as he said: "Ah, yes. I will now refer to your true mark," and he drew forth a little book as he spoke and carefully examined the record. "Ah, yes," he murmured, not lifting his eyes from the page on which he had placed a forefinger. "Ah, yes. It is as I fawncied. Your average for the term in your recitations is what brings you below. It is true you are two above the required mark in your examination, but you are three below in your recitation work, and that, I regret exceedingly to say, brings you still one point below the mark necessary to pa.s.s you." The professor looked up and smiled blandly.
But Will Phelps was not smiling and his vigorous young heart was filled with wrath. By a desperate effort, however, he contrived to control his voice and said quietly: "Was I not doing better? Was I not improving in my work?"
"I should not care to speak positively, but my impression is that you were. Ah, yes," he added as he glanced again at his record. "You were improving. I may even say there was a marked improvement."
"And I pa.s.sed the exam?"
"I have told you that you were two points above the mark required for pa.s.sing the examination," said the professor with dignity.
"Then I don"t see what I"m stuck for."
"You are not "stuck"."
"I"m not? Thank you, professor. I thought I was. You can"t understand what a load--"
"Excuse me, Mr. Phelps. I did not affirm that you were not conditioned.
I merely declared that you were not "stuck"."
"Then I am conditioned, am I?" said Will, his heart instantly sinking.
"Most certainly."
"What shall I have to do?"
"Pa.s.s the examination."
"But I have pa.s.sed it! I pa.s.sed this one!" declared Will promptly.
Again the professor"s scowl returned and his thin lips were tightly compressed as he said, "I fawncy it will not be necessary for me to repeat what I have already said. You were deficient in the term work and therefore are conditioned."
"Then you mean to tell me, do you," said Will, no longer able to repress his rising indignation, "that, though I steadily improved in my cla.s.s work, and then pa.s.sed the examination, in spite of it all you are going to give me a condition because according to your figures I am still one point below?"
"Most certainly."
"And I"ll have to take another exam?"
"Precisely."
"Good evening, professor," said Will, rising abruptly.
There was nothing more to be said, and he felt that it would be wise to withdraw from the professor"s presence before, in his indignation, he should say something he was certain to regret. When, however, he returned to his own room, there the flood tides of his wrath broke loose. He related the interview to Foster, and bitterly declared that if a smaller specimen of a man could be found with a microscope he thought he would be willing to spend his days and nights searching for him.
There was neither justice nor fairness in it. He had improved steadily, even Splinter acknowledged that he had, and had pa.s.sed the required exam, and yet for the sake of the professor"s pettiness and the red tape of the college rules he must take another, and then if he should pa.s.s _that_ he would be all right. Bah! Greek was bad enough, but Splinter was worse. What kind of a man was he to put in charge of a lot of fellows with live blood in their veins, he"d like to know. For his part he wished he was out of it. Such things might do for kids, but it was too contemptible to think of for college students.
Foster wisely waited till the outburst had been ended and then said, "Well, Will, you"re up against it, whatever you say. What are you going to do about it?"
"Do about it? I"m going to pa.s.s that exam. There isn"t any other way out. I"ve got to do it! but that doesn"t make it any nicer for me, does it?"
"Splinter"s here and is likely to stay. And if you and I are going to stay too, I suppose we"ll have to come to his tune."