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had nothing but hard words out of him all my college course, and if he can't think up something nice to say on an occasion like this I'm going to give him up." Hogboom called up Prexy and in a shaking voice read him the telegram. We sat around, choking each other to preserve the peace, and listened to the following cross section of a dialogue--telephone talk is so interesting when you just get one hemisphere of it. "Hello! That you, Doctor? This is the Eta Bita Pie House. I've some very sad news to tell you. Hogboom was drowned to-day in the Weeping Water River. We've just had a telegram--Yes, quite dead--No chance of a mistake, I'm afraid--Yes, they recovered him--We're all broken up--Oh, yes, he was a fine fellow--We loved him deeply--I'm glad you thought so much of him--He was always so frank in his admiration of you--Yes, he was honorable--Yes, and brilliant, too--Of course, we valued him for his good fellowship, but, as you say, he was also an earnest boy--It's awful--Yes, a fine athlete--I wish he could hear you say that, Doctor--No, I'm afraid we can't fill his place--Yes, it is a loss to the college--I guess you just address telegram to his folks at Weeping Water--That's how we're sending ours--Good-night--Yes, a fine fellow--Good-night." Hogboom hung up the 'phone and went upstairs, where he lay for an hour or two with his face full of pillows. The rest of us weren't so gay. We could see the humor of the thing all right, but the awful fact that we were murderers was beginning to hang over our heads. It was easy enough to kill Hogboom, but now that he was dead the future looked tolerably complicated. Suppose something happened? Suppose he didn't stay dead? There's no peace for a murderer, anyway. We didn't sleep much that night. The next day it was worse. We sat around and entertained callers all day. Half a hundred students called and brought enough woe to fit out a Democratic headquarters on Presidential election night. They all had something nice to say of Hoggy. We sat around and mourned and gloomed and agreed with them until we were ready to yell with disgust. Hogboom was the most disgracefully lively corpse I ever saw. He insisted on sitting at the head of the stairs where he could hear every good word that was said of him, and the things he demanded of us during the day would have driven a stone saint to crime. Four times we went downtown for pie; three times for cigarettes; once for all the S
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