well qualified to be a guide."
"You do not look like a collegian. They are generally thin and pale with studying."
"Oftener with laziness and cigar smoke."
"Very likely. You seem too hardy and active for a student."
Morton's weak point was touched.
"I can do well enough, I believe, in that way. Crawford was boasting, last year, that he could outwrestle any man in New England. I challenged him, and threw him on his back."
"You! Crawford is twice as heavy and strong as you are."
"I am stronger than I seem," replied Morton, with great complacency.
And Leslie, observing him with an eye not unused to measure the thews and sinews of men, saw that, though his frame was light, and his shoulders not broad, yet his compact proportions, deep chest, and muscular limbs, showed the highest degree of bodily vigor.
"You are quite right. I would enlist you without asking the surgeon's advice."
Here the nurse, attendant on the two philosophers, appeared at the door; and they, obedient to the mute summons, scrambled gravely from their seats, and, with solemn steps, withdrew. Miss Leslie presently followed, and Morton and her father were left alone.
"You are from Harvard—are you not?"
"Yes."
"Do you know Horace Vinal?"
"Very well; he is my classmate."
"Is he not thought a very promising young man?"
"He is our first scholar."
"I hear him spoken of as a young man of fine abilities."
"And he knows how to make the best of them."
"Not at all dissipated."
"Not at all."
"And a great student."
"Digs day and night."
"A little ambitious, I suppose."
"A little."
"But very prudent."
"Uncommonly so."
"An excellent young man," exclaimed Leslie; "I think very highly of Horace Vinal."
Morton cast a sidelong glance at him, and there was a covert smile in his eye. He began to see a weak spot in his companion.
"He will certainly make his way in the world," pursued Leslie.
"No doubt of it."
"He is not so fond of out-door exercises as you seem to be."
"He is good at one kind of exercise."
"What's that?"
"He can draw the long bow."
Leslie did not see Morton's meaning, and took the words literally, as the latter intended he should.
"What, have you an archery club at college?"
"No; but there are one or two among us who use the long bow, now and then, and Vinal beats them by all odds. But he is very modest on the subject, and never alludes to it. In fact, there are very few who know his skill in that way."
"It is all the better for his health to have some amusement of the kind."
"Yes, it would be a pity if his health should suffer."
"I have often thought that his mind was too active for his constitution."
Morton cast another sidelong look at Leslie. Though he admired the daughter, he refrained with difficulty from quizzing the father.
"You seem to know Vinal very well."
"Yes, thoroughly; I have known him from childhood; he is the son of my wife's sister, and I am his guardian. I watch his progress with great interest."
"You will see him, I dare say, reach the top of the ladder. At least, it will be no fault of his if he does not."
"I am very glad to hear my good opinion of him confirmed by one who has seen so much of him."
And, rising, he left the room.
"A very good young man, this seems to be," he thought to himself, as he did so.
"Amiable, good natured, and all that; but very soft, for a man who has seen hard service," thought Morton, on his part.
The party reassembled in the inn parlor. Masters William and Marlborough, having gained a reprieve from their banishment, busied themselves at the table, the one in poring over Brewster on Natural Magic, the other in solving a problem of Euclid. Leslie viewed these infant diversions by no means with an eye of favor, and soon banished the students to a retirement more suited to their tender years. The sentence overcame all their philosophy, and they were carried off howling.
Morton, meanwhile, was breathing a charmed air; and though diffident in the presence of ladies, and not liberally endowed by nature with the gift of tongues, his zeal to commend himself to the good opinion of Miss Edith Leslie availed somewhat to supply the defect. He had never mixed with the world, conventionally so called, and knew as much of ladies as of mermaids. But having an ardent temperament and a Quixotic imagination; being addicted, moreover, to Froissart and kindred writers; and, indeed, visited with a glimmering of that antique light which modern folly despises, he would have been ready, with the eye of a handsome woman upon him, for any rash and ridiculous exploit. This extravagance did him no manner of harm. On the contrary, it went far to keep him out of mischief; for in the breast of this youngster a chivalresque instinct battled against the urgency of vigorous blood, and taught his nervous energies to seek escape rather in ceaseless bodily exercises, rowing, riding, and the like, than in any less commendable recreations.
The close of the evening found him with an imagination much excited. In short, decisive symptoms declared themselves of that wide-spread malady, of which he had read much and pondered not a little, but which had not, as yet, numbered him among its victims. Among the various emotions, novel, strange, and pleasurable, which began to possess him, came, however, the dismal consciousness that, with the morning sun, the enchantress of his fancy was to vanish like a dream of the night.
CHAPTER IV.
| What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure?—Cymbeline. |
Morning came, and the Leslies departed. Morton watched the lumbering carriage till it disappeared down the rugged gorge of the Notch, then drew a deep breath, and ruefully betook himself to his day's sport. He explored, rod
