An Echo of Junior Week

Anonymous, in “The Cornell College Widow”

IT was during the dessert course. He had been sitting next to her for the last hour and a half, and was deeply conscious of the beautiful contour of her arms and shoulders.

“Do you know,” she said suddenly, “I’ve been in misery for a week. Sometimes I could almost scream with the pain.”

“Why, what is the matter?” he exclaimed sympathetically.

“I was vaccinated a while ago, and it has taken dreadfully.”

His eyes fell and his gaze was curious. But he saw no scar.

“Why, where were you vaccinated?” he asked impetuously.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly.

“In New York,” she replied.

Contents -Volume INDEX -AUTHOR INDEX -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD