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shapeless hats and went away for repairs。 I had heard that the path of learning was long and beset with peril but I hoped； not without reason； the worst was over。 As I went off the campus the top of my hat was hanging over my left ear； my collar and cravat were turned awry； my trousers gaped over one knee。 I was talking with a fellow sufferer and patching the skin on my knuckles； when suddenly I met Uncle Eb。
'By the Lord Harry！' he said； looking me over from top to toe； 'teacher up there mus' be purty ha'sh。'
'It wa'n't the teacher；' I said。
'Must have fit then。'
'Fit hard；' I answered； laughing。
'Try t' walk on ye？'
'Tried t' walk on me。 Took several steps too；' I said stooping to brush my trousers。
'Hm！ guess he found it ruther bad walkin' didn't he？' my old friend enquired。 'Leetle bit rough in spots？'
'Little bit rough； Uncle Eb … that's certain。'
'Better not go hum；' he said； a great relief in his face。 'Look 's if ye'd been chopped down an' sawed … an' split … an' throwed in a pile。 I'll go an' bring over some things fer ye。'
I went with my friend； who had suffered less darnage； and Uncle Eb brought me what I needed to look more respectable than I felt
The president； great and good man that he was； forgave us； finally； after many interviews and such wholesome reproof as made us all ashamed of our folly。
In my second year； at college； Hope went away to continue her studies in New York She was to live in the family of John Fuller； a friend of David； who had left Faraway years before and made his fortune there in the big city。 Her going filled my days with a lingering and pervasive sadness。 1 saw in it sometimes the shadow of a heavier loss than I dared to contemplate。 She had come home once a week from Ogdensburg and I had always had a letter between times。 She was ambitious and； I fancy； they let her go； so that there should be no danger of any turning aside from the plan of my life； or of hers； for they knew our hearts as well as we knew them and possibly better。
We had the parlour to ourselves the evening before she went away； and I read her a little love tale I had written especially for that occasion。 It gave us some chance to discuss the absorbing and forbidden topic of our lives。
'He's too much afraid of her；' she said； 'he ought to put his arm about her waist in that love scene。'
'Like that；' I said； suiting the action to the word。
'About like that；' she answered； laughing； 'and then he ought to say something very； very； nice to her before he proposes … something about his having loved her for so long … you know。'
'And how about her？' I asked； my arm still about her waist。
'If she really loves him；' Hope answered； 'she would put her arms about his neck and lay her head upon his shoulder； so； and then he might say what is in the story。' She was smiling now as she looked up at me。
'And kiss her？'
'And kiss her；' she whispered； and； let me add； that part of the scene was in nowise neglected。
'And when he says： 〃will you wait for me and keep me always in your heart？〃 what should be her answer；' I continued。
'Always！' she said。
'Hope； this is our own story；' I whispered。 'Does it need any further correction？'
'It's too short … that's all；' she answered； as our lips met again。
Just then Uncle Eb opened the door； suddenly。
'Tut tut！' he said tuning quickly about
'Come in； Uncle Eb；' said Hope； 'come right in； we want to see you。
In a moment she had caught him by the arm。
'Don' want 'o break up the meetin'；' said he laughing。
'We don't care if you do know；' said Hope； 'we're not ashamed of it。'
'Hain't got no cause t' be；' he said。 'Go it while ye're young 'n full 'o vinegar！ That's what I say every time。 It's the best fun there is。 I thought I'd like t' hev ye both come up t' my room； fer a minute； 'fore yer mother 'n father come back；' he said in a low tone that was almost a whisper。
Then he shut one eye； suggestively； and beckoned with his head； as we followed him up the stairway to the little room in which he slept。 He knelt by the bed and pulled out the old skin…covered trunk that David Brower had given him soon after we came。 He felt a moment for the keyhole； his hand trembling； and then I helped him open the trunk。 From under that sacred suit of broadcloth； worn only on the grandest occasions； he fetched a bundle about the size of a man's head。 It was tied in a big red handkerchief。 We were both sitting on the floor beside him。
'Heft it；' he whispered。
I did so and found it heavier than I expected。
'What is it？' I asked。
'Spondoolix；' he whispered。
Then he untied the bundle … a close packed hoard of bankbills with some pieces of gold and silver at the bottom。
'Hain't never hed no use fer it；' he said as he drew out a layer of greenbacks and spread them with trembling fingers。 Then he began counting them slowly and carefully。
'There！' he whispered； when at length he had counted a hundred dollars。 'There Hope！ take thet an' put it away in yer wallet。 Might come handy when ye're 'way fr'm hum。'
She kissed him tenderly。
'Put it 'n yer wallet an' say nothin' … not a word t' nobody；' he said。
Then he counted over a like amount for me。
'Say nothin'；' he said； looking up at me over his spectacles。 'Ye'll hev t' spile a suit o' clothes purty often if them fellers keep a fightin' uv ye all the time。'
Father and mother were coming in below stairs and； hearing them； we helped Uncle Eb tie up his bundle and stow it away。 Then we went down to meet them。
Next morning we bade Hope goodbye at the cars and returned to our home with a sense of loss that； for long； lay heavy upon us all。
Chapter 27
Uncle Eb and David were away buying cattle； half the week； but Elizabeth Brower was always at home to look after my comfort。 She was up betimes in the morning and singing at her work long before I was out of bed。 when the breakfast was near ready she came to my door with a call so fall of cheerfulness and good…nature it was the best thing in the day。 And often； at night； I have known her to come into my room when I was lying awake with some hard problem； to see that I was properly covered or that my window was not open too far。 As we sat alone together； of an evening； I have seen her listen for hours while I was committing the Odes of Horace with a curiosity that finally gave way to resignation。 Sometimes she would look over my shoulder at the printed page and try to discern some meaning in it when Uncle Eb was with us he would often sit a long time his head turned attentively as the lines came rattling off my tongue。
'Cur'us talk！' he said； one evening； as I paused a moment； while he crossed the room for a drink of water。 'Don' seem t' make no kind O' sense。 I can make out a word here 'n there but fer good； sound； common sense I call it a purtythin crop。'
Hope wrote me every week for a time。 A church choir had offered her a place soon after she went to the big city。 She came home intending to surprise us all； the first summer but unfortunately； I had gone away in the woods with a party of surveyors and missed her。 We were a month in the wilderness and came out a little west of Albany where I took a boat for New York to see Hope。 I came down the North River between the great smoky cities； on either side of it； one damp and chilly morning。 The noise； the crowds； the immensity of the town appalled me。 At John Fuller's I found that Hope had gone home and while they tried to detain me longer I came back on the night boat of the same day。 Hope and I passed each other in that journey and I did not see her until the summer preceding my third and last year in college … the faculty having allowed me to take two years in one。 Her letters had come less frequently and when she came I saw a grand young lady of fine manners； her beauty shaping to an ampler mould； her form straightening to the dignity of womanhood。
At the depot our hands were cold and trembling with excitement … neither of us； I fancy； knowing quite how far to go in our greeting。 Our correspondence had been true to the promise made her mother … there had not been a word of love in it … only now and then a suggestion of our tender feeling。 We hesita