Harvard Stories: Sketches of the UndergraduatePost, Waldron Kintzing
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Harvard Stories: Sketches of the Undergraduate
Post, Waldron Kintzing
College stories, American; College students -- Fiction; Harvard University -- Fiction
who would be one of the 'Varsity Eight; and at the end of the seven
months he may be appointed substitute, or thrown off altogether for a
better man. No doubt it is quite wrong to consider such a proper mode of
life as a sacrifice; nevertheless it is a great one to most of the young
men who go through it, and particularly to such a one as Rivers. Yet
this sacrifice he had made all through his college course.
But hard as the training is to a man in the full flush of health and
spirits, it is ten times harder to one who is troubled and depressed.
When in such a condition the incessant and monotonous exercise is apt to
wear on his nerves, and make him more despondent. If used to tobacco he
wofully misses the great comforter. So poor Charlie found it, for in
this, his Senior year, one thing happened after another to grieve and
worry him. In the winter his father died, and Rivers keenly felt the
loss, for his father had been his best friend. Added to his natural
grief was a new feeling of responsibility, as though left to fight a
battle unsupported, his reserves having been destroyed. On his own
account he would not have been troubled by this, but a young sister had
been left to him--and very little else. He would have left college at
once, but it had been his father's earnest wish that he should take his
degree, and there was little chance of finding anything to do before
Commencement. So the little sister was quartered with an aunt, and
Rivers came back to Cambridge, and went to work again with the crew. The
training wore on him more than ever before. He did not miss the fun that
was going on around him, but, oh! how he did long for his pipe. He kept
grimly on, however, more with the determination of the man (trivial
though the object may seem) than with the former enthusiasm of the boy.
Holworthy used to do his best in the evenings to lighten his chum's
mood, and never smoked himself when the latter was with him.
Besides these troubles, Hollis strongly suspected that there was
another; he had not been altogether frank with Bender on the subject.
One day some one and her mother came on to Boston for a fortnight, and
Rivers at the same time became bluer and more restless than ever. He put
all his pipes out of sight, and would tramp up and down the room, or sit
and look into the fire for an hour at a time. Nevertheless he would go
into Boston nearly every day, and get back only just in time for crew
practice.
When some one and her mother came out to see Cambridge, a luncheon had
to be given in the room. There was the usual borrowing of furniture,
ruthless clearing up, and upsetting of all established disorder in the
room, all of which Holworthy suffered in silence. He watched his patient
narrowly all through lunch; but when they went out to see the lions, he
no longer had any doubt about the case. For Rivers took Mamma, leaving
Hollis to convoy the younger craft.
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