t even
peevish."

"Some old schoolmate threw a brick at me awhile ago when I went out for
air and that annoyed me," Amzi admitted. "If those fellows out there who
haven't any money in any bank, and never will have any, would only go
home, I'd do something to relieve the pressure. I hanker for a chance to
cross the street, but they won't let me. I called the mayor on the
telephone and demanded that he send over the fire department and
sprinkle 'em, but he said he couldn't unless I'd turn in an alarm--had
the nerve to tell me it would be against the city ordinances! What do
you think of that, Phil? Guess the police force is under the bed at
home. But I can wait. There's nothing like waiting. Take it from me that
you'd better trot along to your tea. You're rather cute in that hat. I
suppose it burnt a hole in a ten-dollar-bill."

"Twenty-five, Amy."

"No wonder there's a panic! Go out and show yourself, so they can see
what a plutocrat looks like. I guess that would cause 'em to break
windows all right."

"Ungrateful old man! Main Street will be opened for traffic in a few
minutes, thanks to the head under the hat you feign to despise. I sent
Fred over to the college to bring the boys down to clean things up.
They're about due, methinks."

"Fred in town?"

"Why ask? It's Saturday and he's a farmer."

"Your thinker thinks, Phil. Would that I loved prayer-meeting as much as
you love trouble! As trustee of Madison, I wish you'd left the boys at
play. That last Washington's Birthday row almost broke up the college."

Phil jumped down from the table suddenly and flung the door open. Above
the murmur of the restless shuffling crowd rose the sound of singing.

* * * * *

The sunny afternoon had brought to Mill's Field budding baseballists and
candidates for track teams and a gallery of critics of their
performances. Fred Holton's name was written high in the athletic
records of Madison, and a few words bawled from the bleachers served to
assemble all the students in sight.

"There's an ugly mob downtown, boys; and it may do mischief if it hangs
together until dark. If we can pry 'em apart, they'll go home and forget
it."

Fifty students immediately formed in line. "No clubs or sticks, boys.
We'll march down Main Street in good order and see what a peaceful
demonstration will do. Forward! March!"

As they crossed the campus at double-quick, students poured out of the
library and joi