bons. Hugh felt a strange thrill as he took his. He was
graduated; he was a bachelor of science.... Back again to their seats.
Some one was pronouncing benediction.... Music from the organ--marching
out of the chapel, the surge of friends--his father shaking his hand,
his mother's arms around his neck; she _was_ crying....

Graduation was over, and, with it Hugh's college days. Many of the
seniors left at once. Hugh would have liked to go, too, but his father
wanted to stay one more day in Haydensville. Besides, there was a final
senior dance that night, and he thought that Hugh ought to attend it.

Hugh did go to the dance, but somehow it brought him no pleasure.
Although it was immensely decorous, it reminded him of Cynthia. He
thought of her tenderly. The best little girl he'd ever met.... He
danced on, religiously steering around the sisters and fiancees of his
friends, but he could not enjoy the dance. Shortly after eleven he
slipped out of the gymnasium and made one last tour of the campus.

It was a moonlight night, and the campus was mysterious with shadows.
The elms shook their leaves whisperingly; the tower of the chapel looked
like magic tracery in the moonlight. He paused before Surrey Hall, now
dark and empty. Good old Carl.... Carl and Cynthia? He wondered....
Pudge had roomed there, too. He passed on. Keller Hall, Cynthia and
Norry.... "God, what a beast I was that night. How white Norry was--and
Cynthia, too," Cynthia again. She'd always be a part of Sanford to him.
On down to the lake to watch the silver path of the moonlight and the
heavy reflections near the shore. Swimming, canoeing, skating--he and
Cynthia in the woods beyond.... On back to the campus, around the
buildings, every one of them filled with memories. Four years--four
beautiful, wonderful years.... Good old Sanford....

Midnight struck. Some one turned a switch somewhere. The Japanese
lanterns suddenly lost their colors and faded to gray balloons in the
moonlight. Some men were singing on the Union steps. It was a few
seniors, Hugh knew; they had been singing for an hour.

He stood in the center of the campus and listened, his eyes full of
tears. Earnestly, religiously, the men sang, their voices rich with
emotion:

"Sanford, Sanford, mother of men,
Love us, guard us, hold us true.
Let thy arms enfold us;
Let thy truth uphold us.
Queen of college