The old dead mute was placed back on his bier and the trap-door shut
down. "So now I must hunt for another page or squire," growled the
captain, and he clanked wrathfully out of the donjon.
The jester stayed a little while, to pray for the mute's soul and for
the squire's soul and for his own. Then he too rose and, swinging the
iron door behind him, left the corpse alone. The moonlight shone dimly
and more dimly through the grating, and soon had disappeared. It left
the donjon keep in total darkness, and in a stillness broken only by
the dripping of water from the mouldy ceiling.
_Literary Monthly_, 1910.
NINE WILLIAMS ALUMNI[1]
[Footnote 1: A series which ran through Vol. XXV. of the _Lit_.,
1909-1910.]
I. JOHN BASCOM
JOHN ADAMS LOWE '06
Already long past the threescore years and ten allotted man, Dr.
Bascom exerted a vital influence on the college when we first met him.
On the shadowy side of the valley, and even then silvery haired, he
moved beneath these classic shades like a patriarch, "the grand old
doctor."
The facts of his life and of his achievements require volumes for the
telling.
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