AT THE CORNER OF LOVERS' LANE
badly needed sleep, having lost much in this same cause on previous nights, in vain. But these were of a virulent type of Sophomore, not above violent hazing, it must be confessed, and as they lay there they planned terrific retribution for any Freshman who might fall into their hands this night. He would have to pay up for the night's rest he had cost them. That the Freshmen would finally make their attempt before another dawn, these determined Sophomores did not doubt. There had been many signs, none of which need be mentioned except that two members of the crowd, who had Freshmen brothers, reported the latter absent from their rooms all that day and evening.
But even planning persecution becomes monotonous and so they talked of other things, and that was how the following ghost story happened to be told.
"Did you fellows know that this corner was haunted?" one of the crowd remarked.
"All right, we'll be scared," said one of them. "Go on with your yarn."
"I haven't any faked-up ghost story," the
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