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cheerless and gloomy. There was not the slightest appearance of the coming storm in the morning, so I rode my wheel to school.

But at about 900 o'clock, as I looked out of the window of the class-room I saw the drizzling, misty elements gathering ready to fall. A minute later, came the down pour. Ordinarily I would not have been interested in the deluge, but now, my wheel being out in the Quad, it was right in the path of the rain.

When the recitation ended I hurried out expecting to find my "bike" all wet, and with