All around the big circle went the song until it ended with Timberly, who sat on Stehman's right. By this time it was too dark to see Timberly's queer features. Perhaps it was just as well. "Now," said the President, simply, "let's all cross hands and sing 'Auld Lang Syne.' Doc., start it up, please." They arose, and each man gave his right-hand comrade his left hand, and his left-hand comrade his right, and they sang the good old song in the good old way, with the clasped hands swinging far up and down in time to the music. Presently the song was finished. It seemed to stop suddenly. They all waited a moment in silence to see whether the leader had another verse to begin. But he did not. Jack Stehman stepped out into the middle of the ring. "Now, fellows," he said, "let's give three good rousing cheers for the dear old class--God bless every man in it--and then we'll give up the steps to the juniors--the seniors I mean--and march four abreast to the dinner. Are you ready? Hip! hip! ... another one--Hip! hip!" Linton was standing apart over beside the steps. His back was turned toward the others. While the rest were cheering, Dougal Davis crossed over to him. "Jim," he said, "I haven't congratulated you yet on winning the fellowship." Linton kept on looking at the newly planted class ivy. His hands were in his pockets and his legs spread apart. "Did you notice that I hadn't, Jim?" Linton turned around suddenly. "Oh, yes, I noticed it. But that was this morning." He put his hand on Davis's shoulder as in junior year. "Shut up, Dougal," he said; "we haven't any time to waste in talk." "All right," said Dougal. "Don't let's be left behind. They are starting." He laughed a little. It was a foolish-sounding laugh. Linton did not observe that. He laughed also, in very much the same way. They stepped in line with the others and marched off the campus singing, with all their might, "Nassau! Nassau! Ring out the chorus free. Nassau! Nassau! Thy jolly sons are we. Care shall be forgotten, all our sorrows flung away, While we are marching thro' Princeton." BRIEF LIST of Books of Fiction Published by Charles Scribner's Sons, 153-157 Fifth Avenue, New York. _William Waldorf Astor._ =Valentino:= An Historical Romance. 12mo, $1.00. =Sforza:= A Story of Milan. 12mo, $1.50. "The story is full of clear-cut little tableaux of mediæval Italian manners, customs and observances. The movement throughout is spirited, the reproduction of bygone times realistic."--_The New York Tribune._ _Arlo Bates._ =A Wheel of Fire.= 12mo, paper, 50cts.; cloth, $1.00. "The novel deals with character rather than incident, and is evolved from one of the most terrible of moral problems with a subtlety not unlike that of Hawthorne."--_The Critic._ _W. H. Bishop._ =A Pound of Cure.= 12mo, $1.00. "A powerful and purposeful story, clean and strong and interesting throughout."--_The Churchman._ _Hjalmar H. Boyesen._