8

The early morning was bright and fair, after a
warm night which helped the situation everywhere for
the homeless ones. A few of the men who were on duty
stood about on Lasuen St. The lawn in front of the
Kappa house was reminiscent of "Iole"- about a dozen
fair maids in a row on couches - tucked in snugly and
each with an umbrella perched on the foot of the couch
- facing the street. My heels clicked loudly on the pave-
ment, arousing echos between the quiet houses, but still
the rosy slumber held them all, and the kindly sun peeped
over the hill, bade them good morning, and threw a
beam of light true and fair on the Church - and
oh the pity of it! No tapering red spire, but a
truncated tower shorn of its encircling buttresses, and
whose flanking transcepts shrank back in
horror from what they saw within - A cruel rent in
the roof of the nave marked the course of the chimes
we used to listen for. The Sermon on the Mount
a shattered mass on the Quad pavement revealing the
Organ standing intact in its loft.