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Most of the institutions of higher education that do not yet admit women are theological and technical schools, or small colleges like Haverford, where there are equivalents in Swarthmore and Bryn Mawr, for women who wish to attend a Friend's College. A woman can work in almost any important university in America to-day if she cares to do so.
The tendency to eroticism is redeemed by sincerity of feeling. Charles Wharton Stork was born at Philadelphia, on the twelfth of February, 1881, and studied at Haverford, Harvard, and the University of Pennsylvania. He is a scholar, a member of the English Faculty of the University of Pennsylvania, and has made many translations of Scandinavian poems.
He had smiled as he said it, but Clayton had surmised a great earnestness and considerable knowledge behind the smile. Delight Haverford was to come out in December, but there were times when the Doctor wondered if she was really as keen about it as she pretended to be. He found her once or twice, her usually active hands idle in her lap, and a pensive droop to her humorous young mouth.
The rector was the other, and he was relieved to find Doctor Haverford moving up to the vacant place at his right. "I've been wanting to see you, Clay," he said in an undertone. "It's rather stupid to ask you how you found things over there. But I'm going to do it." "You mean the war?" "There's nothing else in the world, is there?"
"Some times," Mrs. Haverford was saying, "I wonder about things. People go along missing the best things in life, and I suppose there is a reason for it, but some times I wonder if He ever meant us to go on, crucifying our own souls." So she did know! "What would you have us do?" "I don't know. I suppose there isn't any answer." Afterward, Clayton found that that bit of conversation with Mrs.
He ordered them on his way down-town, and for some curious reason she was in his mind most of the day. Chris had been a fool to throw away a thing so worth having. Not every man had behind him a woman of Audrey's sort. That afternoon, accompanied by a rather boyishly excited elderly clergyman, he took two hours off from the mill and purchased a new car for Doctor Haverford.
"You would make a great hit, Audrey," he had said. "It's your voice, you know. There's something about it well, you know the effect it always has on me. No? All right, I'll be good." But she had carried the idea home with her, and had proceeded, with her customary decision, to act on it. Then, one day in May, she was surprised by a visit from Delight Haverford.
She seemed to accept his being there as perfectly natural, and she had no sick-room affectations. She did not whisper, for one thing. "The nurse thinks she is coming round, Clayton," she said. "I waited, because I thought she ought to see a familiar face when she does." Mrs. Haverford was eminently good for him.
COPE, EDWARD DRINKER. Born at Philadelphia, July 28, 1840; professor of natural sciences, Haverford College, 1864-67; paleontologist to United States Geological Survey, 1868 to death at Philadelphia, April 12, 1897.
Haverford had reached over from the bed beside his and with a single competent gesture had taken away his book and switched off his reading lamp, and he had, with the courage of darkness, voiced a certain uneasiness. "Who do you think it is, you mean." "Very well, only the word is 'whom." Mrs. Haverford ignored this. "It's that Hayden girl," she said. "Toots. And Graham Spencer."
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