"Mean anything!"

"Really I didn't. If you'll only let me go down and promise not to wake
the house before I get out, why no one will ever know anything about it
and I'll promise not to do it again."

"Just as soon as I get my breath I mean to wake up the whole house, and
the whole town if I can." Buckley started across the room.

"Stop!"

"You promised not to scream."

"You forced me to promise. I am going to scream."

The bold, bad sophomore went down on his knees with his hands clasped
toward the dark where the voice came from. "Oh, don't, please don't.
Have pity on me."

"You stay right there in the moonlight."

"Right here?"

"Right there, and if you dare to move I'll scream with all my might."
Buckley shivered and froze stiff.

And then he began to plead. "Please, oh, please, whoever you are, won't
you forgive me and let me go? I wouldn't harm a girl for the world. I'll
be fired--I mean expelled from college--I'll be disgraced for life.
I'll--"

"Stop! While it may be true that you did not break into my room with
intent to rob or injure a defenseless woman, yet, by your own confession
you came to torment a weaker person. You came to haze a freshman. And
when my husband--"

"Have mercy, have mercy. If I'm fired from college I'll be disgraced for
life. All my prospects will be blighted; my life will be ruined, and my
mother's heart broken."

She gave a little hysterical sob:--

"For your poor mother's sake, go!"

"Oh, thank you with all my heart. My mother would too if she could know.
I don't deserve to be treated so well. I shall always think of you as my
merciful benefactress. I can never forgive myself for causing you pain.
Oh, thank you," and Buckley the proud sophomore groveled out of the
room.

Next morning he received a letter, which read as follows:

"Just as a tall woman looks short in a man's make-up, so does a
short man look tall in a woman's make-up, and you should know that
blondes are hard to recognize in brunette wigs. You ought to know
that a real girl wouldn't have behaved quite that way. You see you
still have a number of things to learn, even though you are a soph.
Hoping that you will learn to forgive yourself, I am,

"Your merciful benefactress,
"H. G. VALIANT."

THE HINDOO'S PARADISE

ANONYMOUS

A Hindoo died, a happy thing to do,
When tw