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A few weeks later she found a second note on her door-block: DEAR MISS POND: As I am very busy with my class work, I find that I have not time to attend the German Club meetings, and so have decided to resign. I left my letter of resignation on the bookcase. As Priscilla scratched the name out of the roll-book again she remarked to Patty: "I am glad this Kate Ferris has left the club at last.
In the decline of his life, when his vast fortune was safe from the perils of business, he was still as sparing in his personal expenditures, as close in his bargains, as watchful over his accumulations as he had been when economy was essential to his solvency and progress. He enjoyed keenly the consciousness, the feeling of being rich. The roll-book of his possessions was his Bible.
"Is this roll-book to be filled up with the names of men or wimin?" she cried. "With men with men!" and our quoty was made up that very night. There is a great deal of gas about these war meetin's. A war meetin', in fact, without gas, would be suthin' like the play of HAMLET with the part of OTHELLO omitted.
But perhaps underneath a board in No. 1 double dormitory there still repose that identical lemonade bottle and the roll-book with its blue cover, now sadly faded and its leaves turned up with age, to serve as Gordon's epitaph, when all his other deeds have perished in oblivion. There is perhaps nothing that has made so many friendships as a big row, or the prospect of one.
"Yes sir, we are; and until very recently we have been encouraged to believe that we could preserve our independent organization." "You were, eh? Then you had better organize yourselves into Home Guards at once and I will go back to New Orleans. Partisan Rangers!" said the general, who seemed unable to get the obnoxious words out of his mind. "There's your roll-book. Drive on, coachman."
So I shall be much obliged if you will not present my letter at the meeting after all, as I have decided to follow her advice. Priscilla tossed the note to Patty with a groan, and getting out the roll-book, she turned to the F's and reënrolled Kate Ferris. Patty sympathetically watched the process over her shoulder.
Their bodies and bones are mangled and torn by the rude missiles of war. They sleep the sleep of the brave. They have given their all to their country. We miss them from our ranks. There are no more hard marches and scant rations for them. They have accomplished all that could be required of them. They are no more; their names are soon forgotten. They are put down in the roll-book as killed.
Yours sincerely, KATE FERRIS. When Patty came in she found Priscilla silently and grimly scratching a hole into the roll-book where Kate Ferris's name had been. "Changed her mind again?" Patty asked pleasantly. "She's left college," Priscilla snapped, "and don't you ever mention her name to me again."
She could barely see the professor's head, but he was coming irrevocably. She did not have to see very clearly to know that. The girl before her answered wildly; the professor frowned, and, looking down at his roll-book, slowly and deliberately made a zero. When he raised his eyes again Patty's seat was empty. She was kneeling on the floor, with her head bowed behind the girl in front.
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