- itive and expected his “brothers'’ to find fault with
lis every move. He had no intention of deserting 5arker, but he could not help feeling that rooming yith him would be a gratuitous insult to the fraernity.
Parker—every one called him Norry—was a lender, delicate lad with dreamy gray eyes and silky irown hair that, unless he brushed it back severely, ell in soft curls on his extraordinarily white fore¬ lead. Except for a slightly aquiline nose and a irm jaw, he was almost effeminate in appearance, lis mouth was so sensitive, his hands so white and lender, his manner so gentle. He had a slow, vinning smile, a quiet, low voice. He was a dreamer md a mystic, a youth who could see fairies dancng in the shadows; and he told Hugh what he iaw.
“I see things,” he said to Hugh one moonlight light as they strolled through the woods; “I see
- hings, lovely little creatures flitting around among
he trees: I mean I see them when I’m alone. [ like to lie on my back in the meadows and look it the clouds and imagine myself sitting on a big fellow and sailing and sailing away to heaven. It’s vonderful. I feel that way when I play my fiddle.” He played the violin beautifully and had promptly been made soloist for the Musical Clubs. I I can't explain. Sometimes when I finish playing, I
