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Still president, and Mary Mary must
be thirty-one or two. Doubtless she
had long since married.
A craving for a vision of the old
sights came over Salford. He would
go to Torrens tomorrow. He would
mingle unobserved with the men, see
some ot his contemporaries, un
known to them. At the bottom of his
heart there was the hope which he
dared not put into words of seeing
Mary. .But that miracle seemed un
believable. How glad he would be
just to tread the campus again and
feel that, for an hour, he had renewed
those memories of the past.
He took the train the next after
noon, arriving about four o'clock. ;
When he set foot upon the campus
turf he felt that he" was a young man
in spirit again. Insensibly he stood
erect and flung back .his shoulders.
He stood among the little groups that
were awaiting the "president's arrival.
But soon he was lost in a day-dream,
from which he did not awaken until
somebody touched him on the shoul
der. He looked up into the kindly,
Quizzical face of Routledge. The pres
ident seemed untouched by the years.
Salford looked down in. embarrass
" ment at his shabby suit.
"It is Salford, isn't it?" asked
Routledge kindly. "Bless me, my dear
boy, where liave you been alljthese.
Salford stajnmered some unintelli
"You are coming to the dinner, of
course," Routledge continued. "No
invitation? My dear fellow, every
alumnus is invited. And you why,
man, you are coming as my special
guest. I insist on it," he added, with
a touch of the old asperity in his
In bewilderment Salford presently
found himself seated at the presi
dent's right hand at the top table,
looking down on the faces of the
classmates whom he had known, and
of others. Now and again, before the
dinner began, a man would come up
v to be presented by Routledge. And in
every face there was nothing but
Those dreary years in. the metrop
olis! It was they that seemed like a
Routledge plied him with kindly,
considerate questions. He had
shrewdly surmised that fortune had
dealt illy with his guest, though he
allowed no trace of this surmise to
be manifest in his manner. But after
dinner when he arose to make his
speech he stood with one hand rest
ing on Salford's shoulder.
It was a great speech the greatest
that Routledge had ever made, it was
said afterward. The president touch
ed upon the names of many, famous "
men, and of others who were acquir
ing greatness. And among them, were
tfyeSse of men present at the tables.
"But there is one name that has
dwelled in my mind fox a long time,"
Routledge continued. "One of the
finest scholars and best gentlemen
that ever graced Torrens. Would that
we had kept him among us instead of
letting him go forth. Gentlemen, by
a fortunate coincidence he is -with us
tonight. I menticm. tfieV name of
Thomas Salford of" 19Q3-
They had recognized !him Salford
saw the looks, of surprise and pleas
ure that, were directed. tbwfd him
where he sat, and then an;?Utburst
of applause shook the. rafter's of the
old hall. They guessed more than the
president had told them,, and perhaps
the understanding , touched their
imaginations, for they cheered and
cheered again, standing up and hold
ing up their glasses.
President Routledge was' holding
up' kis hand. "One momenU gentle
men," he said. "I have something
more to add. We have been scouring
America for a gentleman worthy to
take the place of our late Professor
Brooks in the Latin department I
believe I can induce Mr. Salford to
accept it if you insist."
Half an hour later Salford was
alone. For half an hour he had been
surrounded by a wild mob who gave