University of Chicago WeeklySingle Copies10 Cents. VOL. I-No. 27CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, MAY 17, 1893.*THE HERMIT OF AMESBURY.BY LUCY L. BENNETT.': Magician, who from commonest elementsCalled up divine ideals-"JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER was born atHaverhill, Mass., in 1807. Until his eighteenthyear he worked on his father's farm, attending in thewinter the country school. After earning at the shoe­maker's trade enough money for the purJ)ose, he en­tered Haverhill Academy. Two years in this placecompleted his schooling. Soon after leaving theAcademy he became editor of the Haverhill Gazette,and at later periods acted as editor in Boston, Hart­ford and Washington.It would be difficult to write. of Whittier's poetryapart from himself, so closely is his winning person­ality associated with his work. This is perhaps onesecret of his power. He not only' from commonestelements called up divine ideals, but made the idealsapplicable to common life, and himself a friend. Theideas he presents have so much of the human ele­ment in them, that for this reason his readers amongall classes have been many, and the influence, bothmoral and political, which he has exerted upon thenation, is by no means small.One of the visitors at the farmhouse of the Whit­tiers' was William Lloyd Garrison. The society offriends of which the family were members, were infull sympathy with the purposes of the Abolitionists,and the cordial hospitality and good will of the Whit­tier family were appreciated by the reformer, thenstruggling wi th poverty and censure. To this influ­ence Whittier owed much, and Garrison in turn foundan ardent though temperate fellow-worker in his youngfriend.The energies of Whittier's early manhood weregiven to the cause of freedom. Of himself he wrote:"I had thrown myself with a young man's fervid en­thusiasm into a movement which commended itself tomy reason and conscience, to my love of country andmy sense of duty to God, and to my fellow men." Itwas, then, with no uncertain tone, with no thoughtof fear or compromise, that he attacked the vitalquestions of the times. His first venture of author­ship was the publication in 1833 of a pamhplet enti­tled, "Justice and Expediency." Later followed "TheBible and Slavery," and "What is Slavery." Thethought which then actuated him was simply "It isalways safe to do right and the surest expediency is�r, , simple justice." As Boston's delegate to the Anti­slavery convention of 1833, he signed the "Declara­tion of Abolitionist's Principles" which was presentedat this meeting, and he afterwards wrote that he set"higher value on his name as appended to the Anti­slavery declaration of 1833 than on the page of anybook. "But it is chiefly as the poet of reform that he ex­ercised 'the power for good in that just cause. Hisfirst volume of poems, "Voices of Freedom," was acollection of verses devoted to freedom=-oBugleBlasts in the Van of Freedom." Well could Lowellwrite of him:" New England's poet, rich in love as years,Her hills and valleys praise thee, herSwift brooksDance in thy verse * * *Peaceful by birthright as a virgin lakeYet for thy brother's sake,That lay in bonds, thou blewest a blast as boldAs tbatwlrerewith the heart of Roland brake,Far heard across the New World and the Old."When at last the bells announced the glad tidingsof the passage of the amendment abolishing slavery,he crowned his work for freedom by that triumphanthymn of victory, "Laus -Deo."It is done!Clang of bell and roar of gunSend the tidings up and down.How the belfries rock and reel!How the great guns, peal on peal;Fling the joy from town to town;How they pale.Ancient myth and song and taleIn this wonder of our days,When the cruel rod of warBlossoms white with righteous law!And the wrath of man is praise."Whittier was preeminently a man of the people,and for the people he had broad human sympathies.There was scarcely a reform m<?vement within hiskm which did not have his sympathy and help. ThePeace Conference of Europe, the struggles of Italy,the Irish Patriots, the Indians, the laboring men, eventhe despised cause of Woman's Suffrage aroused hiskeenest interest. For all he had hope and encour­agement. Deep within himself he seemed to havethe source of perpetual hope; he was never faithless,4 UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO WEEKLY.despondent or pessimistic. His faith gave courageto his life and fervor to his words. He thought it:"Better to stem with heart and handThe roaring tide of life, than lieUnmindful on its flowery strandOf God's occasion drifting by,"In 1857 when the future of the slaves was stilldark, he wrote:"I have not seen, I may not seeMy hopes for man take form in fact,But God will gave the victoryIn due time; in that faith I act."And when he saw the "burial of crime," wellmight he believe that,"The eternal steps of progress beatTo that grea t anthem, calm 'and slow,That God repeats,"Throughout his work there is constant recogni­tion of God as the friend of man, and God's servicehe thought" the dear delight of doing good." Notunaptly does Dr. Holmes say of him: "Tis holyGeorge Herbert cut loose from his church." His fer­vid and earnest religious poems are" organ strains ofdeep religious faith and hope," which rise from the" pure depths of a sincere soul."As a poet, Whittier reminds one very much ofRobert Burns. Each of them did much to prove thesaying that" a poet is born, not made." Each hadbut scanty means for literary training. Both werecountry bred and had an intense love of nature. It issaid that a volume of Burns, one of the few books inthe poets home, first led Whittier to put his thoughtsinto verse. But his genius is wholly natural and in­stinctive; he is the poet of the people of New Eng­land. He has the power of saying in simple wordsthoughts of ideal truth; he has the spontaneous graceof a natural melodist. He lacks the polish and con­ventionality of technical training. He writes no son­nets. Critics charge him with false meters, poorrhymes, and incorrect pronunciations. Thay saythat his verse is diffuse, that he repeats himself, thatsome of his verses are thin and dry. This may beadmitted, and there still remains that which is goodas poetry, noble and inspiring in spirit.The local color of Whittier's poetry is strong.The hills aq.d valleys of New England praise him; herswift brooks dance in his verse; the ocean's roar isoften heard. In" The Bridal of Pennacook," whichcontains some of his best work; Indian Life andWild Scenery are pictured. "Maud Muller," "Tell­ing the Bees," and" The Barefoot Boy" are delight­ful summer views of country life."Among the poet's shorter verses, "BarbaraFritchie," with its stirring spirit of patriotism, "Skip­per Iresod's Ride," grim sense of justice, and "ThePipes of Lucknow," his lyrical masterpiece; are verypopular.Whittier's works easily fall into two classes, trans­itory and permanent. His most permanent work, that upon which fame may rest, is "Snow Bound­A Winter Idyl." It is a characteristic poem of NewEngland, and represents the soul as well as the lifeof her people. In it we: see a beautiful picture ofthe poet's home, of his parents, his brother and sis­ters, and of the homeless ones with them. Whatflovelier view of a snow-covered world have we hadthan that we looked upon with him?"And when the second morning shone,We looked upon a world unknown,On nothing we could call our own,Around the glistening wonder bentThe blue walls of the firmament,No cloud above, ne earth below,-A universe of sky and snow IHis loving words of the poet sister call to mindthe happy side of the We of Charles and Mary Lamb.He spoke of her" As one who held herself apartOf all she sa w, and let her heartAgainst the household bosom lean."Those most beautiful lines beginning:"What matter how the night behaved?What matter how the north wind raved ?"and concluding,"The truth to flesh and sense unknown,That life is ever lord of Death,And love can never lose its own, 'have been called a "world hymn," so broad and trueis the thought in them.Aside from his political papers \ Vhittier's prosework consists of essays, prefaces and sketches. Themost noticeable, "Margaret Smith's Journal," is arecord of the life and intolerence of Puritan times.But already his prose is out of date, and he will heremembered only for the merits of his verse. Hisrecent death in his somewhat lonely home at Ames­bury has not given time for an estimate of his trueposition as poet. He was hermit in name alone. Asa patriotic citizen he won love and honor from hiscountrymen.*Selected by the instructors as the best of the first set of essays by Aca­demic College students in the English department.1\ New Furnishing Store.The advertisement of J. H. Telford will be foundin another place in this paper. Mr. Telford has'opened a new furnishing store on 55th street only afew blocks from the University, with the view tofurnishing students of the University with goodsas cheap -as they can be obtained in the city,and at the same time keep nothing but reliable goods.He will give a -discount of 10 per cent to studentsfrom his regular cash prices. In order to get thediscount, students have but to procure one of hisdiscount cards which may be obtained at the" Wtekly" office and show it after their purchaseshave been made; .Mr Telford's stock is new throughout, and hisassortments complete. He is after the studentstrade and invites every student to call an see him atthe corner of 55th street and Kirnbark avenue.UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO vVEEKLY.The University and 'Proh'ibition.This clean spot in the midst of a city which hasto-day 7053 licensed dramshops, has not been secur­ed and preserved without a struggle. One of theprivileges to which all residents and sojourners inHyde Park are welcomed, is an acquaintance withour local struggle against the liquor traffic, and ashare in the maintainance of the "Prohibition District." When the village of Hyde Park was annexedto Chicago in r889, it was with the express provisionthat certain prohibitory districts which had beencreated some years before, should remain inviolateafter annexation. and should be exempt from thelicense laws governing the rest of the city. Thesedistricts cover eleven square miles, with a populationof about 65,000, people, and include s,ome of thechoicest residence portions of the city. Soon afterannexation was completed, those having an interestin the liquor traffic undertook to invade this region ofhomes. The first move was made in r890, when arestaurant was opened within the forbidden limits,and the proprietor brought suit against the mayor tocompel him to grant a license. The ensuing courseof litigation at last reached the supreme court of thestate, which, after eighteen months, handed down astrong decision, refusing the license, and maintainingthe prohibitory district. This was victory number one.The enemy then fell back upon the statute thatprovides for a submission of the question to popularvote and with great industry worked up a petitioncontaining 28r r names, the necessary .one. fourth ofthe whole number of voters, whether or not the dis­tricts should be maintained. By a fortunate discov­ery, more than half the names on this petition wereproved to be fraudulent. The writer and a friendfound upon it their own names and those of a scoreof their neighbors, which had been affixed by absoluteforgery. The timely exposure of this infamous fraudthrew the petition out of the city council, and killedthe attempt for that year. Victory number two.The substantial results of these two campaignsof defense may be seen by anyone who will look atthe two blocks on Lake avenue northwest of thePark, where, unfortunately, the few existing saloonswere allowed to remain, and which are now filledsolid with dram shops, and then compare them withthe two miles of street abounding the Park they areto-day clear of saloons, and have been kept so by thedetermined resistance of the citizens. In all thiscontest the press of the city, both secular and religi­ous, have rendered most efficient aid.But the fight is still on. The present form ofattack is to invade the prohibitory territory, whetheropenly or in secret, and to sell without license, indirect violation of the law. This has already beendone in a few restaurants, and the offenders havebeen promptly followed up, and fined or driven outof business. With the opening of the Fair the danger is multiplied. The hotels and restaurantsand cheap boarding houses and refreshment standsthat crowd the region, will be eager to claim whatthey are pleased to call their "rights".I t is to meet this fresh attack that the efforts ofthe citizens are now directed. Public sentiment hastaken organized form in the creation on the HydePark Protective Association, which is now enteringvigorously upon the campaign of defense, and is call­ing upon the residents of the entire district to sustainit by a strong public sentiment, and by furnishingthe "sinews of war". We need the co-operationand financial aid of all dwellers in the district, in thestruggle for perservation of our property, our homes,and our most sacred rights against the attacks of thisunspeakable foe. In this campaign of defense theUniversity has a vital interest, and may bear an im­portan t part.,Steps are now taking for the formation of a Chap­ter of the Hyde Park Protective Association, locatedat the University. All members of the University,professors or students, are earnestly invited to jointhe Chapter and to engage in its work.Swedish Commencement Exercises.The first commencement exercises of the Swedishdepartment of the Divinity School were held in theChapel Thursday evening. Fourteen new ministershad finished their studies in the afternoon, examina­tions had been successfully completed and greatdoctors of theology were now ready to congratulatethem upon their success.The Swedish pastors who composed the examin­ing committee were:. Rev. O. Hedeen, of the Firstbaptist Swedish church, of Brooklyn, N. Y.; Rev. P.A. Hjelm, First Swedish church, Chicago; Rev. CharlesPam, of First Swedish church of Evanston, Ill,; Rev.C. A. Sundvall, of Minneapolis, Minn.Professor Carl G. Fagergren, head professor inthe Swedish department, was the master of the com­mencement ceremonies, and he gave the outgoingdivines compliments and a cordial farewell. Thevoice of the graduating class was C. F. Wiking.The Swedish graduates are:C. Anderson, G. R. Anderson,C. Hgsselbald, J. Heden,C. F. Wiking, O. Lindholm,C. W. Sundmark, C. A. Salquist,J. Rocen, O. TaBin,Rev. Dr. Lindholm, pastor of the greatest baptistSwedish church in the world, the First church Stock­holm Sweden, Pastor Heden, of Brooklyn, Rev.Soudvall, of Minneapolis made short addresses.H. Bergman,M. Johnson,F. LindedC. G. Stern,The faculty at Wesleyan has taken a favorableview of the project of associating the undergraduateswith the faculty in matters of college government.No definite plan has yet been adopted, but verysatisfactory progreess is being made.6 UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO· WEEKL Y.THE attendance of the .University Ladies at theTuesday's game was indeed commendable, thespirit they evidenced is comparitively much greater$2.00 than was shown by the attendance of the boys. TakeUNIVERSITY OF CHICJ\GO \NEEKL Y.PUBLISHED WEEKLY IN THE INTEREST OF THE STUDENTS OFTHE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO.EDITORS,BUSINESS MANAGER,ASSISTANT EDITORS:Alumni, .:Local,Athletics,Athenzeum,University College,Beatrice,Morgan Par k Academy,Advertising Department, H. L. BURRH. C. MURPHYC. H. GALLIONE. A. BUZZELLS. W. JAMESONC. S. PIKEH. H. MANCHESTERP. B. KOHLSAATMISS BESSIE MESSICKF. CURRIER SMITHE. W. PEABODYSUBSCRIPTION RATE:ONE YEAR,ONE QUARTER,Office in Basement of Cobb Hall.Office Hours: 10 to II A. M., and 12 M. to 1 P. M.Advertising Rates made on application.Address all communications toUNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO WEEKLY,Chicago, Illinois.Entered as second-class matter at the Post-Office, at Chicago, Ill.NOTICE!Bills have been sent to every subscriber who hasnot paid up for the WEEKLY for the entire year. Thebusiness manager will be in the WEEKLY office everyday from 12 to I to receipt for subscriptions of thosewho do not wish to settle by mail,WE lack earnest effort, and at critical times goodjudgement is seldom shown. In the nextfew weeks we are to meet some of the strongest teamsin the west and then it is that we will be sorely tried.We have been prompted to make these suggestionsbe.cause we recognize the weakness of our team. LetThere be an earnest effort made by every player andby the first year of the University base ball cln b willbe one which future generations can look back uponwith pride.* **WE shall not assume to comment upon the workof any particular individuals now seekingbase ball honors, although it might be an easy matterto call attention to and criticise defects which are soapparent. We would however like to call the atten­tion of the players to the fact that the games of theU ni versi ty nine are characterized by poor team work.As yet we have seen nothing that might be calledrecord playing. The trouble appears to lie in that the players have no confidence in themselves. Theirwork in the games with Denison and Wisconsin dem­onstrated this fact. In the game with Iowa, a littleimprovement was noticed but it was not all owing toour good fielding that we won.The strength of our battery is a solid foundationupon which to build up a good ball team. It is com­posed of good men who know the game and whoseconscientious work should be an example for theirfellow players.* **·75 notice.* **THE walk of new bright boards leading from CobbHall to the Women's Dormitories has beenchristened "Maiden Lane." This will not excludethe use of it by the students who are not maidens,in fact, over part of it, it is hardly safe to ventureunattended, on account of the romantic and pictur­esque precipices which bound it on either side. Ittoo gives us another direction in which to en largethe plain of our existence. No longer are we limitedto the promenades in front of Cobb Hall and to theGymnasium, but now we may take an easterly courseand wander across the blue waters of the classic lakeand ramble on about the piles of stones and floor­ing, iron girders and brick around Walker Museum,Beecher, Kelley and Foster Halls.** *"THERE is a tide in the affairs of men," so withcollege journals. We regret that the lastnumber of the WEEKLY was tied so long, but it wasimpossible to prevent it. Not until exactly a weekafter the time we should have been out did the formsgo on the press. We are thankful that our subscrib­ers bore with us so long, and we believe we can prorn­ise prompt service for the remainder of th� year. Itseems necessary for us to drop one number on ac­count of the delay, and we have arranged to appearhereafter on Wednesday instead of Saturday. Weexpect to publish an elegant souvenir number withwhich to complete the volume, and WIll more thanrepay subscribers and advertisers for the number lost.We are promised some features of particular interestof which we will give our readers the benefit soon.N ow is a good time to subscribe and get all the ballscores with full reports of the games..• , AT HAnVEY'S conNERS."UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO WEEKLY. 7BY H., H, MANCHESTER.PART I!.That evening Jennie arrayed herself in her black.surah and descended from her room to await the-whistle which should announce that George had.driven up to the horseblock. In such a case of a-mere neigh borly favor, the whistle saved a great deal.of unnecessary exertion and was considered in allrespects in exactly as good form as a more personal.appearance at the sitting room door. Mrs. Benson-was seated over the stove in the kitchen, but Jenniewalked silently into the parlor. She always rather- .Iiked to sit in the parlor when she had on her Sun­day dress; and it seemed especially inviting to her-to-night-partly for the reason, perhaps, that sheknew that her mother was in the kitchen. She didn'tlike to be quizzed so about every man she happenedto speak to.The deepening twilight struggled feebly throughthe dark green shutters of the parlor, and threw overthe heavy, old-fashioned furniture its soft rich shades.'Many a time as the neighbors had stood awaiting an.answer to a knock at the sitting room door, andpeered curiously through the window that openedinto the parlor from the porch, had the gloominess ofthe room served as a text to the thought that evenMrs. Benson's stone house might not mean happi­ness.A ring at the door bell aroused, Jennie from hermeditations."Why," she thought to herself, "What madeGeorge come in. He might just as well have whis­tled. "George bowed rather awkwardly as she openedthe door and remarked apologetically, "It's a littleearly-I thought maybe you might not be ready.". '�Oh,�o, I'� all rea�y, I didn'.t want to keep you,waItlllg, replied J enrue, "but It is early. Therewon't be anybod.y but old Deacon Small there yetand I don't want to talk to him, won't you come inand wait?""Don't care if I do," acquiesced George. He:vorked his hat nervously in his hand as though hunt­mg for something to say, and finally asked, "hasyour mother rented her farm for next year yet?""N 0, and I don't- think Jacobs will stay either.""Do you think she'd sell?" George continued."I don't know, possibly.""She'd ought to sell or do something.". "Yes, but what can she do?" asked Jennie, star­mg blankly out of the window. "But there's the.Simpsorr's rig coming, and the Jones' and the Pot­ters' and all the Marshes. I guess we can go now.You can be unhitching while I get my hat.""Oh I ain't in any hurry," responded George, andwhen Jennie came out on the porch she found him waiting to accompany her down the path to the gate."H umph," thought Jennie to herself, "he's get­ting awful polite lately. Wonder if he wants to rentour place? I don't see what he wants of that though-I should think he had enough of his own,""Half an hour later Jennie was seated alone in apew at one side of the church, following in a cursorysort of way the arrangements that were' being madefor the supper. Jennie knew all the neighborhoodpeculiarities. She knew who had furnished eachtablecloth, and wondered to herself how old Mrs.Jenkins had ever dared to send her very best polkadot one. She knew where all the napkins had comefrom, and the spoons and the silver knives and forks;she noticed that old Deacon Small had brought theblue, cracked cup and saucer he always took alongwith him when he went on a visit, because, as hesaid, 'the tea didn't look right in any other cup, andhe didn't like any other sasser to drink it out of.'She calculated how many times the long tables thathad been put in the place of the center row of pewswould be filled, and estimated the probable influenceof the social on the missionary fund. She watchedthe little knots of, women that had gathered togetherto pick up the latest bits of neighborhood news, andmade a shrewd guess from them as to what men con­stituted the crowd-the male portion of the commun­ity--that were lingering as usual in the outer hall."Oh dear," she mused, as she caught a glimpse ofthe young men congregated in the vestibule near thedoor to the main room, "why is it that those menwill stand there on one foot and fidget around andlook in here and nudge each other, and chuckle andall that, and then, after every thing, stay out there andtalk of crops instead of coming in and talking to theirgirls as they'd like to do. Yes, and the girls are justas bad. There they go now," she thought to herselfas a bevy of girls threw their arms about each otherswaists, and with many a suppressed giggle trippedthrough the hallway out into the glimmering moon­light, "all the reason in the world that Mat Brown'sgoing through there for is to let Frank Hardy see hernew dress.""Evening, Jennie, glad to see ye." she heard oldDeacon Small remark in an introductory sort of away. Deacon Small was a privileged character, andwas one of those few older men who were not unac­customed to making themselves agreeable to the bet­ter half of the community, even before the call ofsupper was given. Jennie, however, didn't fancy atete a tete with the Deacon. .He was too curious.Although she realized perfectly well that she wascuriosity incorporated, somehow or other she didn'tfeel in a mood that evening to answer questions. Herreply to the good man's opening remark was in con­sequence rather snappish."Evening, Deacon."8 UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO WEEKLY.The Deacon, however, was utterly oblivious to anylack of responsive .cordial ity, in .her tones."What's this, Jennie," he asked jokingly, "yeain't gettin' tired of being an old maid yet, are ye?""N 0," replied Jennie, surprised, "why?""Oh nothin', only I was kind of savin' you formyself," laughed the Deacon, who was a widower ofsome twenty years standing, "and somehow GeorgeHarvey seems to be a gettin' a leetle the upper hand.How's that, eh, Jennie? Ain't George been a courtin 'a lee tle lately?""'N 0," said Jennie bluntly, then she added des­perately, "I just wish he had!" And somehow,though she smiled after she said it, there came a feel­ing way down in her heart that perhaps she did wishit were true."Well, he's comin' now, anyway," said the Dea­con as he glanced toward the door, and with this part­ing shot he moved over to Mrs. Jenkins and pro­ceeded to repeat in detail the conversation he hadjust had with Jennie.Jennie actually, through the accumulated tan ofthirty-six years, blushed, for there was George Harvy,tall and noble, coming from the doorway, past all thetittering girls and narrowly watching women, righttoward her."What's the matter, Jennie," he asked, "you lookas though you needed company. It must be prettynear supper time, ain't it ?"] ennie knew that supper wouldn't be ready forhalf an hour; she knew too that George also must beconscious that this was the fact, but she yielded tothe exigencies of the occasion and responded:." I guess so, sit down." Then she broke inboldly, "what did you mean by asking to-night ifmother had rented the farm yet? You don't know ofanyone that might take it, do you ?""N -no," said George, shifting his weight overto the other foot, "but I wouldn't be anxious aboutit; she'll find a renter easy enough."There was no doubt about it. All that eveningGerge Harvey was decidedly attentive to Jennie Ben­son. Every woman in the church noticed it; all thelittle boys and girls had discovered it; even the mencould �ee it. Jennie herself was conscious-pai n­fully conscious-that' -such was the case; strangerstill, in the midst of all the sensation he had created,George seemed 'to precisely r�alize �hat he, GeorgeHarvey, was doing.George's team was one of the last to leave thechurch platform for home that evening, and they had'scarcely more than turned into the old plank roadthat led past Mrs. Benson's and the corners, beforeGeorge reined his grays down to a walk, turned IIIhis seat toward Jennie, and said:"J ennie, I've got something I want to say toyou."Jennie was speechless. During the course of the last few hours it n�ay have been that faint rainbow­hued day dreams had flitted across the vista of thefuture, but that they, ever were to be of the present,had never occurred to her.,,] ennie," he continued gravely, you haveknown me ever since I was a boy. It ain't right foryou to go through life as you are now, and it ain'tright for me. We ain't boys and girls any longer;Maybe I don't love you as Frank did, but I do love:you. How is it Jennie, won't you give me a right tOIhelp you?Jennie was still silent. She felt perfectly help­less."George," she said at last, do you mean to saiJ'that you can love a homely old maid like me? There:are any number of girls around here better than ran1. ""Yes, I can," came the answer. "Now look here,.Jennie," he con tin ued frankly, "you are thin andworn now, but you used to be pretty once, and :IIthink you might be again if you didn't work so hard,I have watched you for years. I love you for whatmakes you, if you want to call it so, homely. 1don't ask you to love me as you did Frank. I can'texpect that. All I ask is that you care for me a lit­tle bit; that you will let me help you. Can't I tellkmother, for I told her about it-that you'11 have:me? "Jennie was thinking George Harvey loved her,and she-she liked him, did she do more? Slrecouldn't say."Geor-ge," she said, "I am glad to know thatsomebody cares something about me, but this is too­sudden. I must have time to think. You thoughtabout it before you asked me, you must give me achance now. Can you see me to-morrow evening? ,,,"Yes, and say, j ennie, don't be angry because 1Lwas so blunt about it, will you? It's awful hardwhen a fellow's in a fix like this to break the ice with­out getting his foot into the water."Dusk was just turning into night the following;evening as Miss Jennie slammed the sit ting-roonsdoor behind her and stepped out upon the broachpiazza of the gloomy stone dwelling shoe called heme ..She was nervous and flurried. She had been crying,and her eyes were 'still moist and red. It was the:same old &t�:y. , Mrs., Benson had just been having:one of what the ';eighbors called h'e» ta�trurns. 'Thesame old story, only this time, Jennie, coutnany to herusual custom of setting meekly by and receiving un,­resistingly her scolding, had suddenly become right­eously indignant."Mother�" she had cried out, "you must not talkso? You drove father away from home years ago,and you act as though were trying to drive awayn1e."Then the tears had gathered in her eyes, and shehad hurried out into the opere air ..UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO \VEEKL Y."How much longer can I endure this life," shebroke out. ."Is it right to myself to submit to it ?"She glanced up at the sky. Clouds were gathering,a nd were hurrying hither and thither in momentarily.dissolving kaleidoscopic forms. One great rift alone.remained unclosed. "Yes," she m used to herself,"there is but one way open, everywhere else are.clouds, and that Ires toward George's home,Over the brow of the distant hill she saw a car­riage coming. It was George's. She walked downthe path toward the little gate to meet him, but her.step was not light and she did not hasten. Her heartwas sinking within her; a great doubt was arising inher mind, After all, could she accept George. Sheloved him, she knew that, and she knew that he lovedher. She hated her own home life, she was even nowangry and out of patience with her mother. And yet,out of her heart came the thought of a physicallyweak, passionately overbearing, quirolous, nerve­:shattered wornan.. left comfortless and alone .. Thetears came back to her eyes, she loved George--* ** * * *Could any mere sense of duty have hone it? Mustthere not have been far below the chaffings and irri­tations of daily life some deep-hidden love betweenmother .and daughter?"No, George," she had said assadly they parted,-"I cannot come, mother needs me. No, you must notwait, but if ever the time should come, I am waitinghere."rIWisconsin, 10; Chicago, 6.The game with the U. of Wisconsin Saturdayresulted badly for. Staggs men. In the first two in­nings the Madison boys hit the ball hard and aidedby errors at critical times their men piled up eightruns, enough to win the game, In the seventh, withthree men on bases Prescot knocked the ball intodeep left for two bases, bringing in three runs. Ourother two runs were made in the fifth. Had Staggreceived the support he should have had, we mustcertainly have won, for our men hit the ballmoderately well and ran bases III truly professional.style.THE SCORE:WISCONSIN. tb. r. :b j. a. 'l CH>OACO. lb. r. b. j. a, e.Arms, 2b ........... 4 2 i' 2 4 b Stagg, p ........... , I I 0 3 0Schultz, 3b ........ 4 I 2 4 o Nichols, c ......... 5 I I 7 6Williams, r b ....... 5. 5 2 o Atkinson, zb ....... 5 0 0 3 2 ILymanv ss ......... 4 I 0 2 4(rescott, r b ....... 4 0 I 13 0 I'1'11 cGovern, c ....... 5 I I o Conover, If ........ 4 0 0 0 0 0Dillon, p ........... 5 0 0 I o Loe iev j b .......... 3 0 0 2 3 0'Week, If. .......... 4 0 3 0 0lwebster, ss .... ····4 0 0 0 3 IPalmer, cf ...... ··4 0 0 0 o McGillivray, If .... 4 2 0 2 0 0.Gr ay, rf. ......... :.2 I 0 I 0 _�rike, cf ........... � 2 I 0 0 ITotals .... .. 37 10 II 27 14 4. Totals ........ 34 6 4 27 17 5'Wisconsin . . . . .. . 0 0 0 0 0 � 0 0- 0-Chicago 4 4 0 0 0 0 I 0 1-10Earned Ruus-Wisconsin, 6; Chicago, I. Two-base hit-Prescott. Three­base hit-Williams. Bases Stolen-Wisconsin, 6; Chicago, 2. Bases onbal ls=-Di llonv y; Stagg, 4. Hit by pttched ball-Dillon, I; Stagg, I. Struck.out-Dillon, 6; Williams, I; Stagg,s. Passed balls=-Nichols. I. Wild pitches.-Stagg, I. Umpire-Walshlaeger.Chicago, 6; Iowa, 2 ..The hoodoo has left us, and we have emergedfrom the darkness and sorrow of defeat into the daz- zling sunshine of glorious victory. What the hoodoowas we know notjwhere hehas g one.we have no idea,although we strongly suspect that he has taken quar­ters .with some loud-voiced people from the S. U. 1.,who in Tuesdays game yelled Hawkeye, Hawkeye,S. U. 1., until their voices turned into soft soap andthey could yell no more. The Iowa players withtheir contingent of admirers wearing our loyal colors,old gold, have seen the workings of Alonzo Staggsgood right arm. They have viewed it with admira­tion and envy, and they regard it most highly. Theywill not tamper with it more. In fact they never didjump on it very effectually, as the score indicates.I t was our first victory, and we prize it highly. Ourbays showed that they could play something more thantid dIety-winks, and the" something more" was baseball. Stagg was in good form and Nichols caughthim to perfection. The tired and despondent Iowiansmade desperate attempts to swipe the sphere off theglobe, but very few'" palpable hits" resulted. It isestimated that fully ninety vicious slices were madeout of the cold, blank air by the frenzied Hawkeyes,and the world rolled on just the same.The story of the game is told in the appendedscore.There was good battery and team work, and whilethere were no particularly brilliant plays, steady andconscientious work was noticeable.Webster's catch of a high fly III deep short, and thegood pitching of Stagg were the features. Nicholstwo-base hit resulted in three runs for our team, andclinched the game in the seventh.THE SCORE:U. OF c. r. b. j. a.Stagg, p ............ 1 0 0 14Nichols, c ...... .... I 3 13 IAdkinson, zb ........ 0 0 3 4Prescott, Ib ........ 0 0 5 0Conover, If ........ I 2 0Logie, 3b ............ I I 0 0Webster, ss ......... o 0 ISpear, rf. ...... , .... I 2 0 0Pike, cf .......... .. 1 2 0 e. u. of 1. r. b. j. a. e.o Gillette, If. ......... 0 I 0 0 0o Blair, cf ............ 0 0 0 Io Zinunt, p ..... ..... 0 0 12 00 Benjamin, ss ....... 0 2 4 0o Tuttle, 3b .......... 0 0 I I3 Reno, zb ............ I 0 2 20 Chantland, r b ....... 0 0 9 0 00 Hurst, .f ............ o 0 I 0 0I Converse, c . ....... 1 9 0 ITotals ........... 2 27 19 6Totals 6 8 27 20U. of C 0 I 0 0 3 0 0-6U. of I 0 0 0 0 0 0 I 0 1-2Earned Ru,ns-U. of C, I; U. of 1.,1. Two-base hit-Nichols. Passedballs-Converse, 3. Bases on balls-Off Stagg, 4; off Zinunt, 8. Hit bypitched ball-Stagg. Struck out-By Stagg, 12; by Zi nun t, 8. Left on bases-U. of C., 4; U. of L, 10. Umpire-D. S. Fairchild, of IowaAnother Victory.Vve regret to announce that we are unable to pub­Iish a full score of the Rush Medical-University ballgame of Wednesday, owing to the fact that we hadnot enough rigure type for the· numberless base hitsand errors. All we can print is the score, which was24 to 2, in favor of the University.The presidents of the fcllowing colleges aregraduates of Yale: Yale University, John HopkinsUniversity, Rutgers College, University of Minnesota,Pennsylvania State College, Beloit College, AtlantaUniversity, Tulane University, Southern Universityand Doane College. 910 UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO WEEKLY.University Union.The Spring meeting of the University Union washeld Friday evening is Cobb Lecture Hall. Themeetings of the Union are now regarded as the socialevent of the quarter. The strictly social part waspreceded by a literary program in the Lecture Hall.It is the custom to present at these quarterly meetingspapers by representativos from three different. clubs.The following papers were presented: "The NewRhetoric," by Edwin H. Lewis; "Progress andParty," by James W. Thompson; and" Present Pro­gress ill Glacial Geology," by Henry B. Kummel. Asnoticed elsewhere in our paper, Mr. Lewis, now afellow, is to be an instructor in the English de­partment next year. Mr. Thompson is a grad­uate student in history and English literature. Mr.Kummel IS a fellow .in geology. The musicalpart of the program was furnished by that excellentsoloist, Miss Ella Niman, with Miss Boles as accorn­pauist. After the program the guests used the lowerhalls as a promenade, and the Faculty room forrefreshment headquarters.Literary Notes.A biography of Catherine Booth, who addressedthe Christian Union not long since, has just beenpublished. It is written by F. De L. Booth.E'ugene Field has just published a new volumeof verse.Iowa College is to be commended for the verytasty little volume of verse found in blue and gold,which has just been published under the title ."Underthe Scarlet and. Black," The book is edited byMessrs. McCowan, and Everest of '93 and is com­posed of about seventeen poems selected from thepages of their college journals. Their first paperwas published in 1873. We copy in another columnrepresentative selections from the collection, whichwe have been permitted to examine.Three New Instructors.Three new professors have been added to theEnglish department. They will begin their worknext fall quarter. Mr. Albert H. Tolman, Professorof English Literature in Rippon College will becomean assistant professoe in the same department here.Mr. Robert W. Herrick, A. B. Harvard '89'assistant Professor of-English - in -Massachuttes Insti- .tute of Technology-will be Instructor in Phetoric andcomposition.Mr. Edwin H. Lewis, now a Fellow in Englishwill also be an Instructor in the same department.The two last named gentlemen will have entire chargeof the Academic English.-------_Professsor O. J. Thatcher left Wednesday even­ing for N ew York City from which place he will sailfor Germauy. He expects to spend the summer instudy and travel, and to return to the University thelast of September next. A Sunday Notice.Hyde Park Baptist Church, corner Madison Ave,and 54th St; Rev. John R. Gow, Pastor. - Sundayschool at 9:30; Prof. Butler leads the Young Men's;Class. Preaching at I I a. m. and 7:30 p. m. Mov­ing topic "Grace and Peace," evening topic, "Low­lessness in High Places." Young People's meeting;at 6:30, to be lead by Prof. A. W. Small.Morgan Park.During the week a very pleasing bit of inforrna­tion welcomed the male portion of the student body.It was in substance that after conferring with the fac­ulty, Steward C. T. Mattison decided to permit the:diners at Park Hall to eat at Morgan Hall. It is amystery absolutely unexplainable why a r us h. was madeacross Morgan Avenue Thursday 1100n, directly (sta­tim) after chapel. Further, why was .. it that -the-crowdaround the dining room door before the bell reminded,one of congestion of the brain? Will Lavers, Hub­bell and Switzer eat alone any longer? Will anyonenow going home every night render various excuses;to the effect that' 'fathers" want their- sons to remain:at school during the week. It is hoped th�t in the:excitement the steward may not be overlooked, but:that congratulations should be abundant.The recently organized Literary Society are nowrecognized by the suggestive name" Columbian Lit-­erary Society." Again good speed is wished them ..From their programs it is evident that talent is not:absent.The Young Ladies' Society is in existence still,.it is so hoped at least.Examinations are memories. They eagerly an­ticipated, but sadly remembered.The summer course offered by the Academy is one:of rare opportunity. A glance at the calendar willsuffice to prove that the corps of teachers is about thebest to be procured..The Academy pin is triangular in shape, andmakes an odd and very beautiful design. It was orig­inally Miss Sherfy's design.The Academy Literary Society has accepted the:kind offer of the University WEEKLY to use its pagesfor the Society'S genius. The society will errdeavonto keep. the space supplied with reading matter of its;own talent, and of interest to the entire A�demy.Athletics" -,--Harvard and the University of Pennsylvania' corn­pleted arrangements last week to play foot-balltogether next Thanksgiving Day in Cambridge, andThanksgiving Day, 1894, in Philadelphia, with theprospect of continuing arrangements- in. future years;if this proves satisfactory.Caspar W. Whitney has a criticism of the crews;base-ball teams and track teams of Yale' and Harvardin the current issue of Harper'» WiuJldy ..