Winning His "W": A Story of Freshman Year at CollegeTomlinson, Everett T. (Everett Titsworth)
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Winning His "W": A Story of Freshman Year at College
Tomlinson, Everett T. (Everett Titsworth)
College students -- Juvenile fiction; Sports stories
Seizing his cap Will went out into the night. He passed by Leland Hall
and glancing up discovered that there was a light in Peter John's room.
Instantly he entered the building and bounding up the stairway knocked
on his classmate's door, and in response to the invitation entered and
found Hawley within and alone.
"Hello, Hawley. What's the news about Peter John?"
"Oh, he's got it. Temperature a hundred and four and a half and all that
sort of thing."
"Any idea where or how he got it?"
"Not the least."
"Have you seen him?"
"Since he went to the infirmary? Yes, once; but I sha'n't see him again
till he comes out well or--"
"Is he the worst?"
"No. Wagner seems to be the hardest hit, but they told me you couldn't
tell very much about it yet. Have to wait a few days anyway."
"Mott says he is going home."
"Yes, there probably will be a lot of the fellows leaving by to-morrow."
"Are you afraid?"
"Some."
"Going to leave?"
"I'm going to wait a day or two and see what turns up before I decide
just what I shall do."
On his way back to his room Will fell in with several others of his
classmates, and the exciting conversation was repeated in each case
until at last when he joined Foster, whom he found still poring over his
lesson in Greek for the morrow, his feelings were so overwrought that he
was almost beside himself.
"Everybody's going to leave, Foster," he declared.
"Not quite, for I'm not going yet myself."
"But--" Will ceased abruptly as he perceived that a messenger boy was
standing in front of his door. Quickly seizing the envelope he perceived
that it was directed to himself and instantly tearing it open he read:
"If new cases develop within three days come home. Otherwise remain.
Wire me daily." The message was signed by his father.
"That settles it!" exclaimed Will, "I'm going to bed. Splinter will be
easy on us to-morrow anyway."
Foster smiled as he shook his head and continued his own work, but his
room-mate was not aware of either action.
In chapel on the following morning the president of the college
reiterated the statement which the dean already had made to Foster, and
after trying to show the students that a panic was even more to be
feared than the fever, and promising to keep them fully and frankly
informed as to the exact status of affairs, he dismissed them to their
recitations, which it was understood were to be continued without
interruption, at least for the present.
In his Greek that day Will failed miserably and completely, and his
anger at Splinter was intensified when the professor near the close of
the recitation said:
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