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perpetrate the deed are perfectly satisfied. The custom of ‘‘smoking out” a raw one, is B’hoys of Yale. The other five did likewise, which, of course, caused a general smash, which ended in a good practiced by the students in almost every pub- | deal of smoke. lic institution, and is intended to test the tem- per of the new-comer. If he ‘takes it easy,” or good-humoredly ‘“‘owns up,” he passes the ordeal with eclat; but should he prove sulky, they tax their ingenuity to plague him, till he surrenders. This ‘‘smoking out” is an ancient custom. ‘“That was well done, eh?’ asked Joggles, as the sixth stepped into his room, alter they hac put the fellow in bed. ‘¢ Capitally well done,’’ answered Tim. ‘‘Old Connecticut is pretty middling sick, too, eh?” asked She-cargo, with a grin. “Tl bet fifteen cents that Boggs never for- gets this night,’ observed Tim. ‘¢ He’s awful sick, but he’ll soon get better,” said Pepper, rubbing his chin with his hand. ‘Now, then, gentlemen,” observed Joggles, as he procured bottle and tumblers, ‘‘ we’ll take a good glass of brandy.” ‘Yes, this will keep ws from getting sick.” ‘Help yourself, Tim, for you’re right there, in that remark. You'll find it good brandy, for ‘ medicinal purposes,’ especially.” “I believe you only keep it for ‘medicinal purposes,’ Joggles?” asked Hance, with a smile. “ That’s all.” ‘‘ And then he buys it by the gallon,” said Tim, who poured out a mighty big bumper. ‘How long does a gallon last?” inquired She-cargo, as he poured out strongly. “Well, that’s according to how many help to drink it. If there are four quarts to a gal- lon, and all who drink should take as big a ‘horn’ as you've got in your: tumbler, why then, a gallon wouldn’t more than go the rownd for a good drinking-clique.” Joggles remarked this in a very agreeable manner. ‘*T don’t think you should brag—by the looks of your tumbler,” replied She-cargo. ‘‘Oh, my! that’s true,” added Tim, after his attention had been called to the fact. ‘What, at that! a tumbler one-third full of good, clear, ten-dollar brandy? Why, it is one of my moderate drinks,” and down Joggles poured it. After a short discussion, preparations were put into execution for another ‘“ strike.” ** Now, then, for the other Freshman, who, it is said, hails from Delaware; what say you all, are you ready to ‘smoke out’ the airy gent?” ‘Yes, sir-ree,” said Joggles. ‘‘ Have you plenty of pipes?” ‘“ Well, I think I have,” observed Jog., with a liquor grunt. Off started Tim. He made the fellow’s ac- quaintance by introducing, or, in other words, forcing himself upon him. After he had passed through a long sham conversation, the rest of the party, as usual, forced themselves into the room. As it happened, the chap hailed from a little State, and although he was a little fellow himself, hé was afraid of nobody, and therefore could not be rode over. At least he said as much, He had resided too near the pi- ratical and warlike borders of New-Jersey, to be frightened, or ‘‘taken in”—especially by any Yale College students. After he had allowed the gang to go about far enough, he jumps from his chair in a fit of sudden anger —springs for his trunk—opens it in a brief time, and takes out a brace of pistols. He turns, and then exclaims saucily: ‘¢The one who dares to smoke any more in my presencé, isa dead man, by the Eternal gods!” The scene was a fine one. There he stood, with a pistol in each hand, well aimed, and ready to carry into execution his sudden and unexpected threat—while the six ‘‘ Philistines” stood there with pipes in hand, and mouths wide open. ‘‘T am not so green as you take me to be; and although I came here as a Freshman you can’t ride over me, if I do hail from the little State of Delaware. Now go on, if you dare!” “Sir, you have mistaken our intentions,” said Tim, nervously. ‘‘ Yes, sir, you have,” added Joggles. “T hope it may prove so, gentlemen,” said the saucy-looking De'awarian. ‘* You need not take the trouble of aiming those pistols this way,” said Hance. ‘*Well,” said Tim, “there is no other way to prove it, sir, than this,” and here he threw bis pipe upon the floor, ** Perhaps I was a little too fast, gentlemen, but as I had heard about ‘smoking out Fresh- men,’ I came here prepared.” Saying this, he laid down his pistols. ‘Yes, you are certainly laboring under a gross mistake,” remarked Tim, who gave Jog- gles a sly wink. “That is a very fine picture of Napoleon, for a small one, isn’t it?’ observed the re- nowned Joggles, as be pointed toward it. This was merely a ruse of Joggles’s, for as soon as he got the party closely occupied in a critical examination of thepainting, he stepped up to the table, and laid hold of both pistols. He then whispered to She-cargo, who imme- diately left the room. Cocking both pistols, and putting on a fierce look upon bis features, Joggles held them out before him ready for action. ‘‘Mr. Delaware,” said he sarcastically, ‘you observe that I hold the pistols now. Perhaps I have got as much courage(at the present time) as you had when you ‘held them in your pos- session; but if you doubt it, you can have a chance to test it, Mr. Delaware,” * “What do you mean, sir?’ he exclaimed hastily. ‘* How I tremble,” said Jog., in a very sar- castic twang. *‘ Answer me, sir!” ** Don’t know your name, so I call you Mr. Delaware. But not too fast, or you may get ‘ Joggled’ over,” said Joggles, with a smile. Here She-cargo came in. ‘Lock the door, and light those pipes,” ordered Jog. ‘This is fine, now, and in my room.” ‘“‘Go on—but you are green. After you have been here a spell, perhaps, you will learn how to appreciate a good time. Light those pipes—six of ’em, She cargo, at least.” ‘* All right, Joggles,” ‘* Little Delaware, will you smoke with us?” ** Oh, be off with you!” “Not too fast, or I'll smash you,” said Jog- gles, very coolly. ‘You don’t come from ‘down South’ far enough to frighten anybody.’ ‘* Why don’t you yell ‘bloody murder,’ eh, out of the window?’ asked She-cargo, as he took a seat, and began to blow out the strong tobacco-smoke. ‘‘T’m more of a gentleman,” was the quick answer given. ‘‘Hadn’t you better join us in a smoke?” asked Tim, in a very polite way. “Sir, I’ve said that I never smoke.” ‘But you'll have to come to it yet,” insisted Joggles, with a shake of the head. **Do you drink?’ ** No, sir.” “Then you'll have to come to that yet,” added Jog. By this time, the six ‘‘ Philistines” were fairly smoking away. The Freshman it affected, for he began to show signs of faint- ness, yet his temper and his pride withheld him from ‘‘ owning up.” ‘* Feel any wuy sick from the smoke?” asked Joggles, with a provoking wink. Little Delaware made no reply. seat beside his bed. ‘‘ We shall have to give you one of our re- volving shower-baths, if you take it upon your- self to report us at head-quarters,” said Jog. The Freshman made no answer. Joggles stood up by the door, with a pistol in each waistcoat pocket. “Golly! It is getting pretty smoky here, isn’t it?’ remarked Hance. ** Rather cloudy,” said Tim, with a mischiev- ous smile. . ‘¢ You are a set of land pirates, all of you,” cried the Freshman, as he gritted his teeth, ‘‘Thinking of home when he says so—down along the Jersey coast, eh?” This remark of Joggles’s rather cut him, ‘‘Don’t feel sick, I hope?’ asked Tim, ‘‘ Sick, sir—what do you mean?” ““Why, you are as white in the face asa sheet.” ‘“Yes, as the swans are down along the Delaware,” interrupted Jog.,” with an arch smile, It was not more than two minutes after this before the poor fellow had to yield, although he disliked to do so, very much indeed, In a meek manner, he said: He took a **Don’t—don't smoke any more, gentlemen —don’t, for lam really very sick.” “This was suflicient. They stopped; and after placing the victim in bed they opened the window and left him. “Brought him to it—didn’t we—nicely?” asked Jog, after they had reached his room. How he hated it, though!”; ‘* But it was no use for him. I think he will bea pretty decent fellow after this; but let’s drink, and then go to bed,” said Jog. “Are you always so happy, Jog.?’ asked Steve, as they stood drinking. “Yes, sir-ree—sir; mother says I always was, and of course she knows.” “You set a deal of store by her, don’t you?” “Well, I think I do; and, Tim, I tell you how it is, she’s about the best mother ever born in this world.” - “Don’t you know why he says so, Tim?” asked Steve, who had just come into Joggles’s room from hisown. ‘‘ You see he is the only child of a very wealthy lady, and as she was de- sirous that her son should graduate at Yale, it was with great difficulty that she could pre- vail on him to come; and finally, she had to agree to give Joggles twelve hundred dollars spending-money per year (one hundred dollars | every month)—aside from his regular College expenses.” ‘“Well, what of that? Don’t I give to char- itable societies?—don't I give freely to the poor?’ interrupted Joggles. “Very true; but I guess the old lady didn’t think that you intended to get into the habit of getting ‘tight’ so often.” “Get out. You are drunk now,” “Who?” ‘Why, you,” said Jog., pointing toward Steve. ‘Yes, and when Jog is ‘tight,’ how it makes him stutter, eh?’ ‘*Hark!’’ warned one, “*One of the Professors,” whispered another. ** Blow out the light,” ordered the third. And darkness followed. Professor passed on. They escaped detection. Morning came. The entire party were at prayers, save Mr. Boggs, of Connecticut. Jog- gles laughed in his sleeve when he cautiously observed the absence of Boggs. It was not long before each of the six ‘‘hounds’’ ex- changed sly winks, for they had anticipated as much. The Professor in attendance prayed on quite fervently, and especially for the Lord to have mercy on all—the Freshman Class in par- ticular, ‘Little Delaware” was present, but he looked very pale indeed—yes, as white asa sheet. He eyed Joggles very closely, and his looks were stern; in fact, a little on the savage order. Joggles returned a smile for the scorn and hatred evinced by the new-comer. After prayers, the six met together and at once rushed for Boggs’s room. She-cargo felt somewhat frightened—so did Tim; but as for the immortal Joggles, he smiled pleasantly on their way, remarking, rather mischievously, = he hoped the poor, verdant youth was ve, They found Boggs, on gaining his room, in = a delicate state of health. He was in “Oh, gentlemen, I feel very sick—very faintish; have had a very sick night of it—very sick, gentlemen,” remarked the delicate youth, in a mournful tone, as they crowded about his bed, and made inquiries as to the cause of his indisposition. “Well, you do look rather white,” said Jog- gles; ‘‘but let me feel your pulse,” “* Yes, just feel of his pulse, Jog.,” interposed She-cargo, with a sigh, ‘How do you find it?’ asked Tim, as Jog- gles seated himself on the side of the bed. ‘Regular, at least—quite regular, I should say,’’ was the reply. ‘Oh, the smoke almost killed me—almost,” muttered forth the invalid. ‘Well, well, never mind, Mr. Boggs, we will be friends to you. Are you still sick at your stomach?” asked Jog. ‘* Very—very sick.” “Tt will do you good, in the end.” ““Why so?’ meekly asked Boggs, cocking up his eyes toward Jog. ‘Well, you see, Mr, Boggs, the fact is you are one of those bilous kind of persons, and, as it happens, you have turned off an immod- _ erate quantity of phlegm, during the night.” ‘So I have,” said Boggs, a smile peeping up- _on his pale countenance, JOO m SHalE (E(0) (C