Queed eBook

Henry Sydnor Harrison
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 534 pages of information about Queed.

Queed eBook

Henry Sydnor Harrison
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 534 pages of information about Queed.

“What’s the answer?  Blessed if I know!  The fact is, old fellow, I think you’ve got an utterly hopeless job there, and if I were you, I believe I’d get ready to throw it over at the first opportunity.”

West replied that it was only the hard things that were worth doing in this life.  None the less, as winter drew to a close, he insensibly relaxed his efforts toward the immediate exaltation of old Blaines.  As he looked more closely into the situation, he realized that his too impetuous desire for results had driven him to waste energy in hopeless directions.  How could he ever do anything, with a lot of moss-backed trustees tying his hands and feet every time he tried to toddle a step forward—­he and Blaines?  Clearly the first step of all was to oust the fossils who stood like rocks in the path of progress, and fill their places with men who could at least recognize a progressive idea when they were beaten across the nose with it.  He studied his trustee list now more purposefully than he had ever pored over his faculty line up.  By the early spring, he was ready to set subtle influences going looking to the defeat of the insurgent five, including James E. Winter, whose term happily expired on the first of January following.

But the president’s lines did not all fall in gloomy and prickly places in these days.  His perennial faculty for enjoyment never deserted him even in his darkest hours.  His big red automobile, acquired on the crest of Semple and West’s prosperity, was constantly to be seen bowling down the street of an early-vernal afternoon, or dancing down far country lanes light with a load of two.  The Thursday German had known him as of old, and many were the delightful dinners where he proved, by merit alone, the life of the party.  Nor were his pleasures by any means all dissociated from Blaines College.  The local prestige that the president acquired from his position was decidedly agreeable to him.  Never an educational point arose in the life of the city or the nation but the Post carried a long interview giving Mr. West’s views upon it.  Corner-stone laying afforded him a sincere joy.  Even discussions with parents about their young hopefuls was anything but irksome to his buoyant nature.

Best and pleasantest of all was his relation with the students.  His notable gift for popularity, however futile it might be with embittered asses like James E. Winter, served him in good stead here.  West could not conceal from himself that the boys idolized him.  With secret delight he saw them copying his walk, his taste in waistcoats, the way he brushed back his hair.  He had them in relays to his home to supper, skipping only those of too hopeless an uncouthness, and sent them home enchanted.  He had introduced into the collegiate programme a five-minute prayer, held every morning at nine, at which he made brief addresses on some phase of college ideals every Tuesday and Friday.  Attendance at these gatherings

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