College stories; Women college students -- Fiction
Miss Arnold found him wandering aimlessly, though with a pleased,
interested look, around the dimly lit College Library. She had gone
there herself to escape for a few moments from the heat and lights and
the crowd around the Scotch celebrity to whom the reception was being
tendered, and was looking rather desultorily at an article in the latest
_Revue des Deux Mondes_, when he emerged from one of the alcoves and
stood hesitatingly before her. She saw that he was not a guest. He was
not in evening dress--it occurred to her even then how entirely out of
his element he would have looked in a conventional dress-suit--but wore
new clothes of some rough material which fitted him badly. He was so
evidently lost and so painfully aware of it that she hastened to ask him
if she could do anything for him.
“I’m lookin’ fur my daughter, Ellen Oldham,” he said, gratefully. “Do
you know her?”
He seemed much surprised and a little hurt when Miss Arnold shook her
head, smilingly.
“You see, there are so many----” she began, noting his disappointed
look.
“Then I s’pose you can’t find her fer me. You see,” he explained,
gently, “I wrote her I wuz comin’ ter-morrer, an’ I came ter-night fur a
surprise--a surprise,” he repeated, delightedly. “But I’m mighty
disappointed not ter find her. This is the first time I ever wuz so fur
east. But I hed to see Ellen--couldn’t stan’ it no longer. You see,” he
continued, nervously, “I thought mebbe I could stay here three or four
days, but last night I got a telegram from my pardner on the mountain
sayin’ there wuz trouble among the boys an’ fur me ter come back. But
I--I jest couldn’t go back without seein’ Ellen, so I came on ter-night
fur a surprise, but I must start back right off, an’ I’m mighty
disappointed not ter be seein’ her all this time. Hed no idea yer
college wuz such a big place--thought I could walk right in an’ spot
her,” he ran on meditatively--“I thought it wuz something like Miss
Bellairs’s an’ Miss Tompkins’s an’ Miss Rand’s all rolled inter one. But
Lord! it’s a sight bigger’n that! Well, I’m glad of it. I’ve thought fur
years about Ellen’s havin’ a college eddication, an’ I’m glad to see
it’s a real big college. Never hed no schoolin’ myself, but I jest set
my heart on Ellen’s havin’ it. Why shouldn’t she? I’ve got ther money.
Hed to work mighty hard fur it, but I’ve got it, an’ she wanted ter come
to college, and I wanted her to come, so of course she came. I met
another young woman,” he continued, smiling frankly at the girl before
him; “she wasn’t so fine-lookin’ as you, but she was a very nice young
woman, an’ she promised to send Ellen ter me, but she hasn’t done it!”
Miss Arnold felt a sudden interest in the old man.
“Perhaps,” she began, doubtfully, “if you could tell me what her class
is, or in what building she has her rooms, I might find her.”
He looked at the young girl incredulously.
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