Ramsey and Fred had arranged to room together at Greenfield, the seat of the state university, and they made the short journey in company the following September.  They arrived hilarious, anticipating pleasurable excitements in the way of “fraternity” pledgings and initiations, encounters with sophomores, class meetings, and elections; and, also, they were not absolutely without interest in the matter of Girls, for the state university was co-educational, and it was but natural to expect in so broad a field, all new to them, a possible vision of something rather thrilling.  They whispered cheerfully of all these things during the process of matriculation, and signed the registrar’s book on a fresh page; but when Fred had written his name under Ramsey’s, and blotted it, he took the liberty of turning over the leaf to examine some of the autographs of their future classmates, written on the other side.  Then he uttered an exclamation, more droll than dolorous, though it affected to be wholly the latter; for the shock to Fred was by no means so painful as it was to his friend.

Ramsey leaned forward and read the name indicated by Fred’s forefinger.

Dora Yocum.

...When they got back to their pleasant quarters at Mrs. Meig’s, facing the campus, Ramsey was still unable to talk of anything except the lamentable discovery; nor were his companion’s burlesquing efforts to console him of great avail, though Fred did become serious enough to point out that a university was different from a high school.

“It’s not like havin’ to use one big room as a headquarters, you know, Ramsey.  Everything’s all split up, and she might happen not to be in a single of your classes.”

“You don’t know my luck!” the afflicted boy protested.  “I wish I’d gone to Harvard, the way my father wanted me to.  Why, this is just the worst nuisance I ever struck!  You’ll see!  She’ll be in everything there is, just the way she was back home.”

He appeared to be corroborated by the events of the next day, when they attended the first meeting to organize the new class.  The masculine element predominated, but Dora Yocum was elected vice-president.  “You see?” Ramsey said.  “Didn’t I tell you?  You see what happens?”

But after that she ceased for a time to intrude upon his life, and he admitted that his harassment was less grave than he had anticipated.  There were about five hundred students in the freshman class; he seldom saw her, and when he did it was not more than a distant glimpse of her on one of the campus paths, her thoughtful head bent over a book as she hurried to a classroom.  This was bearable; and in the flattering agitations of being sought, and even hunted, by several “fraternities” simultaneously desirous of his becoming a sworn Brother, he almost forgot her.  After a hazardous month the roommates fell into the arms of the last “frat” to seek them, and having undergone an evening of outrage which concluded with touching rhetoric and an oath taken at midnight, they proudly wore jewelled symbols on their breasts and were free to turn part of their attention to other affairs, especially the affairs of the Eleven.