My father's slender patrimony had been swept away by the war, but, being
a scholar himself, and having a high idea of classical learning and a
good estimate of my abilities--in which latter view I entirely agreed
with him--he managed by much stinting to send me to college out of the
fragments of his establishment. I admired greatly certain principles
which were stamped in him as firmly as a fossil is embedded in the solid
rock; but I fear I had a certain contempt for what appeared to me his
inadequacy to the new state of things, and I secretly plumed myself on
my superiority to him in all practical affairs. Without the least
appreciation of the sacrifices he was making to send me to college, I
was an idle dog and plunged into the amusements of the gay set--that set
whose powers begin below their foreheads--in which I became a member and
aspired to be a leader.
My first episode at college brought me some _éclat_.
II
THE JEW AND THE CHRISTIAN
I arrived rather late and the term had already begun, so that all the
desirable rooms had been taken. I was told that I would either have to
room out of college or take quarters with a young man by the name of
Wolffert--like myself, a freshman. I naturally chose the latter. On
reaching my quarters, I found my new comrade to be an affable,
gentlemanly fellow, and very nice looking. Indeed, his broad brow, with
curling brown hair above it; his dark eyes, deep and luminous; a nose
the least bit too large and inclining to be aquiline; a well-cut mouth
with mobile, sensitive lips, and a finely chiselled jaw, gave him an
unusual face, if not one of distinction. He was evidently bent on making
himself agreeable to me, and as he had read an extraordinary amount for
a lad of his age and I, who had also read some, was lonely, we had
passed a pleasant evening when he mentioned casually a fact which sent
my heart down into my boots. He was a Jew. This, then, accounted for the
ridge of his well-carved nose, and the curl of his soft brown hair. I
tried to be as frank and easy as I had been before, but it was a
failure. He saw my surprise as I saw his disappointment--a coolness took
the place of the warmth that had been growing up between us for several
hours, and we passed a stiff evening. He had already had one room-mate.
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