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" THE NEW YORK
SHE WAS FRANKLY LISTENING
A JUNIOR CO-ED
BY ALICE LOUISE LEE
A FRESHMAN CO-ED
A SOPHOMORE CO-ED
THE PENN PUBLISHING
THE NEW YORK
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HUNTINGDON, as the readers of " A Freshman
Co-ed ' and " A Sophomore Co-ed ' will remem-
ber, is a co-educational college. To its freshman
class came Winifred Lowe, a bright-haired little
maiden with some very difficult problems to solve.
One of them was the big question of how she
should earn a living while she took her college
course. Still another was the troublesome ques-
tion as to whether she should give up her place in
the Alpha Gamma Sorority, and also her college
course, in order to make a place for a rich girl
whose father might help the college. All of this
was told in the first book of the series.
In " A Sophomore Co-ed ' Winifred, who had
some powerful friends, found college life a good
deal merrier and enjoyed it to the full. At the
same time, she and some of the other girls, who
appeared in the first book, carried through suc-
cessfully a Girls' Edition of a daily newspaper, and
won for the college the support of a wealthy man
who had been antagonistic to it. One of Wini-
fred's aides was M. Gussie Barker, a young lady
whose strong opinions amused but sometimes an-
tagonized her fellow students.
Alpha Gamma has prominence in all the stories,
and its jolly girls, among them Rebecca Bicknell,
Lillian Antwerp, and the " Twin Sisters/' who be-
came known as the " Sin Twisters/' help Winifred
over many a hard place in her college course.
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II. ARMY BLUE 30
III. SAIRY MARY . . . . . 51
IV. THE ALPHA GAMMA SCHOLARSHIP . . 72
V. A SUCCESSFUL CONSPIRACY . . . 91
VI. CHECKS OF DIFFERENT SORTS . . 113
VII. SCHOLARSHIP REPORTS .... 136
VIII. " I GOTTA HUSTLE " ..... 155
IX. AN INTERVIEW . . . . . .176
X. AN AMATEUR DIPLOMAT . . . . 199
XI. PREPARATIONS . . . . . .216
XII. THE SURPRISE ...... 236
XIII. THE FROLIC . . . . . . 253
XIV. LILLIAN'S RING ...... 273
XV. MICE AND MEN 287
XVI. NEWSY'S CLOTHES ..... 305
XVII. A RAT-HOLE ...... 321
XVIII. FROM THE DUST 339
SHE WAS FRANKLY LISTENING . Frontispiece
"Is MINE AT ALL BECOMING ? " . . . .38
" THE FLOOR Is THE ONLY MODERN THING HERE ' . 124
U !T'S ALL RIGHT FOR A STARTER' . . . .151
SHE PROBED FOR A SPLINTER . . . . . 231
"WE'VE WON! WE'VE WON !" . . . .261
" ISN'T THIS IT ? '' 327
A Junior Co-ed,
A Junior Co-ed
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WINIFRED LOWE, in the privacy of her room at
the Alpha Gamma Chapter House, eagerly untied
a large hat box which the expressman had just
"Oh, isn't it a dear!" she cried aloud. "She
knows I have always wanted a big black beaver
with a plume a beauty just like this. Isn't it
exactly like her to send it?'
" Her' was Mrs. Helen Joyce Forest, who had
sent the hat as a parting gift from New York on
the eve of sailing to Italy, the country whose
sunny skies were drawing her away from the
winter rigors of Huntingdon.
Winifred, pinning the hat on her fluffy blonde
hair, sighed involuntarily as she glanced out of
the window between the intervening houses at
No. 3 Fourth Avenue, within the gray stone walls
of which she had spent such a happy year with
Mrs. Forest. The chapter house was claiming her
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for the junior year and her important duties as
junior house stewardess.
As she was adjusting the last hat pin, a hubbub
of footsteps and voices swept up the stairs and past
her closed door to the room at the end of the hall.
After the hubbub came the slamming of doors and
the hurrying of detached footsteps as individual
girls flew down the hall and fell into the end room
with a smothered cry of, " Oh, Flossie, I'm so glad
to see you ! "
Winifred, who understood the cause of the
tumult, hastily withdrew the hat pins, and, leav-
ing the picture hat on the bed, reached the hall in
time to hear Rebecca Bicknell's voice soar about
the noise in the end room :
" Somebody shut that door, or we'll disturb Mrs.
Munroe. She always takes a nap at this hour."
The door closed with a bang which would have
awakened the Seven Sound Sleepers had they suc-
ceeded in napping anywhere in the house through
the previous racket. Falling over a suit-case which
had been dropped just around the corner in the
turn of the hall, Winifred gave a perfunctory rap
on the closed door and entered without awaiting a
summons. It would not have been forthcoming
in any case, as the permanent occupants of the
room, Lillian Antwerp and Rebecca Bicknell, were
so overwhelmed with callers that, as Lillian hospi-
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tably remarked, there was no place she could put
even her foot without danger of having it stepped
In the midst of the room stood a newcomer,
Flossie Rogers, who had been traveling in the
West and was four weeks late in entering college.
Her hat was on the dresser upside down, with its
long veil impaled on a broken bottle. Her coat
lay at her feet or rather under them while her
hairpins were dropping around her in a gentle
shower, a testimony to the violence of the greet-
ings accorded her.
Winifred managed to get near enough to shake
an all-over lace elbow which projected from the
latest style of short sleeve, and kissed the tip of
an ear already red from too vigorous although
Flossie turned and extricating herself from the
girlish swirl, gave Winifred a great hug. " Now,
Freddie, for pity sake don't say how awfully I
have gained in flesh during the summer. I know I
have, but I don't like to hear it at every stopping-
place. It's awful enough to bear. It's my cross,
mamma says "
" And it makes you cross as a bear sometimes,"
came in a mutter from Alma Dexter, Flossie's
roommate, who never lost an opportunity to play
on words. The girls began by calling her the
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Punster and ended by referring to her simply as
Flossie sat down on the bed couch and some
one rescued her coat while she continued, " In the
words of the immortal Shakespeare, ' Oh, that this
too, too solid' solid what?" she ended blankly.
"It winds up with 'flesh would melt/ What
comes in between?'
" A patent remedy for melting the flesh," sug-
gested Rebecca Bicknell, who understood Flossie's
weakness for any remedy except self-denial
which promised thinness.
Flossie blushed and wriggled uncomfortably.
" Girls, I'll tell you something if you won't tell."
" Of course we won't," promised Winifred
promptly, looking around the room. " There are
only about twenty of us here we ought to be able
to keep a secret among us ! '
" I started out this summer," Flossie began
solemnly, " to get thinner and I got thicker."
" There's no secret about that," commented
Punch heartlessly. " The fact is apparent."
" First I dieted," explained Flossie, " and then I
didn't. It was awful I '
" Which ? " asked Belle Eaton.
" Both ! First I went to three doctors and they
all told me different things, so I took the easiest,
and that was milk and crackers -just milk and
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crackers. And, girls, in six weeks I lost eighteen
pounds." Flossie sighed and rolled her eyes. " I
looked so well," she went on guilelessly, " and had
two dressmakers corne and take in all my clothes.
Then some one told me to drink vinegar and that
would make me actually lean. So I did, and
She paused to throw up her hands impressively.
" Did it?' demanded the Sin Twisters in one
breath. The Twisters were themselves inclined
toward too much plumpness.
" Did it ? ' Flossie almost screamed. " Perhaps
it would if it hadn't given me such an awful appe-
tite that I could have eaten eaten cold pancakes
out of the ash barrel I Why, papa said that my din-
ing-car bills were so immense that we should have
been obliged to stop traveling anyway if college
" But why are you so late ? " asked Lillian.
" You came home in time to get here opening day."
Flossie turned a full round face on her inter-
locutor and regarded her with round blue eyes.
" The dressmakers had to come back again," she
For a time she could not be heard, but further
explanation was needless, and presently the talk
turned on other things.
" I feel so mournful," confided Flossie, " when-
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ever I think that Miss Mildred will not be here
this year and Mrs. Forest is so far away."
" Well, we have Winifred," consoled Erma Cun-
ningham, " and it will be so nice to run out to
Mrs. Dansbury's " Mr. and Mrs. Dansbury were
touring in Europe " and you know we are fortu-
nate to get Mrs. Munroe back again."
One of the freshmen nodded sagely. " Mrs.
Munroe's quite deaf and doesn't know half what is
Adelaide Prell giggled involuntarity, but di-
rectly thereafter fixed the freshman with a severe
eye. " The upper classmen will see that all house
rules are observed/' she warned staidly. " That
is not altogether the duty of a chaperon, and Mrs.
Munroe is very nice and dignified. She shows off
well as our chaperon at social functions."
" Girls," Flossie proclaimed, " there's some per-
fectly splendid butter-scotch in my suit-case
wherever that is."
" I have reason to know where it is," volunteered
" So have I," in equally feeling terms from
Punch. " My zeal outran my discretion when I
saw Flossie, and I offered to carry it up from the
cab. It must be packed with gold bricks. How
did you get it off the train, Flossie ? '
" A square young man carried it for me oh,
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you needn't laugh. He looked perfectly square
and nice and like the son of a veteran. He's a
new student. He saw my pin and sat down in
front of me without so much as ' by your leave/
and asked questions as though he were firing 'em
from his father's gun. He was run in a football
player's mould, and yet he says he never kicked a
ball in his life. Think of that ! If Captain Stearns
doesn't nab him quick I'll lose my guess I '
Suddenly Lillian Antwerp sprang to her feet
with an exclamation. " Girls, I have an appoint-
ment with Professor Hershal for four o'clock, to
talk over my junior thesis, and here it is "
Rebecca drew her watch from under her belt.
" Five now," she observed carelessly. No one ex-
pected Lillian to keep an appointment, except
the deluded faculty, and they learned better in
" But the appointment is so important, Reb, you
might have reminded me of it," grieved Lillian.
" To-day is the last day of grace. If I don't get
that thesis started to-day I shall have to write an
additional three thousand words."
" Ask the professor to let you talk 'em," sug-
gested Rebecca. " It would take only about ten
minutes of his time "
" I have some work to do in the chancellor's
office, Lillian," interrupted Winifred at the door.
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" Couie on up with me, and maybe we can find
Professor Hershal yet."
" I don't know whether I'd rather see him now
and apologize for not keeping my appointment or
write the three thousand words. Disagreeable
things are always coming up that one must de-
cide," and the careless, care-free' Lillian left the
room in a mournful state.
As she closed the door, Flossie's eyes were caught
by the flash of a diamond on the third finger of
her right hand.
" Goodness gracious ! " exclaimed Flossie. " What
a ring I Where'd Lil get that ? "
" That's one of her father's ideas," explained
Rebecca. " It cost six hundred dollars, and he got
it for Lillian as an investment investment, mind
you ! Isn't he great ? You see he realizes that
she spends every cent which she gets right off, and
he fixed things so that she would not have the
ready money to spend, but could still raise money
anywhere on this ring if it should be necessary.
" Indeed I do see." Flossie sat up alertly. " I'll
write to father. Maybe I can get him to make an
investment for me."
In vain Winifred and Lillian sought Professor
Hershal on the Hill. Having failed to receive
Lillian in his office at the appointed hour he had
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gone home, grimly leaving that young lady face to
face with the prospect of the additional three thou-
" Yours is already commenced/' she accused
Winifred. " Why didn't you make me attend to
Winifred laughed. " There is an old saying
that you can lead a horse to water, but you can't
make him drink. I have talked to you about that
thesis until my throat aches thinking about it ! '
Lillian sighed and sat down at the window in
the chancellor's office gazing out pensively. " And
there I made a resolution this year not to neglect
a single thing, and I thought it would be much
easier for me to keep it because you would be in
the house and could remind me of everything."
Winifred, busy at the typewriter, made no reply,
and for a few moments the click of the machine
alone broke the silence of the room. In the ad-
joining office, through the half-open door, the
registrar could be heard moving about intent on
straightening out the week's accounts and putting
away his books, for the morrow was Sunday, and
the Hall of Languages almost deserted.
Suddenly, from the direction of the Psi Upsilon
Chapter House, uprose a solemn rhythmical chant
in masculine voices, accompanied by the tread,
also rhythmical, of masculine feet.
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Lillian, all her pensiveness flown, leaned out of
the open window. " Winifred, quick. It's the
Psi U's. They initiate to-night. Listen. Isn't
that enough to give you the creeps up and down
your spine ? '
" Abandon all hope, ye who enter here," was the
chant which encouraged the delegation of ten
freshmen who headed a procession bound for the
Psi Upsilon Chapter House. The ten were clad in
long black robes with hoods which concealed the
upper parts of their faces. Two and two they
walked with heads bent low. After them, in full
dress, an imposing array, marched the entire
active chapter and the city alumni. Up the
steps and into the white pillared house they
marched, the door closing on the last echo of
" Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."
Lillian giggled. " I wonder how those freshies
feel ? Aren't college students foolish? And isn't
it fun to be foolish ? '
Winifred nodded emphatically and returned to
the machine. Lillian, her head still out of the
window, hummed the mournful chant of the Psi
U's and surveyed the campus, gorgeous with its
maple trees clad in scarlet and gold. They lined
the drives and outlined the walks. They shaded
the rustic seats and, mingled with elms, defined
the boundaries of the campus. A huge maple
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lifted its head proudly in front of the newly com-
pleted Stearns Science Hall. A cluster strove to
hide the architectural beauties of the auditorium,
the gift of the famous alumna whose absence Wini-
fred felt so keenly.
Presently from the foot of Fourth Avenue up-
rose a familiar cry, shrill and monotonous. Nearer
and nearer it came until it resolved itself into
words uttered in a childish voice, and the Hill
was, from end to end, appraised of the fact that
the Evening News was the best paper in the
city, and that its latest edition was now on sale
seller, " Newsy ' Wilmot.
" Here's yer best pa-a-pier," shrilled Newsy.
" The News it is all the news more'n ye can
read fer two cents Evenin' News here's yer best
The small human news stand came into view, a
strap over his shoulder helping support his burden,
his cap cocked far over one ear, his shoes worn at
the toes and a wide band of crepe around each
sleeve. In the late spring Newsy's mother had
died. The crepe was the only memorial her small
son could erect to her memory, and both memorial
and the coat to which it was attached had been
furnished by Landon Stearns.
" There's only one of me to put crepe on," he
told Landon tearfully, " and I want it 'round both
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me sleeves," and the giver had been generous in
Later, when time and endless activities had
dulled the edge of the child's grief, he regarded
the crepe with much pride. It conferred a dis-
tinction on him among his confederates and the
small relatives whose home he now shared.
" Newsy is in good voice to-night/' observed
Lillian as he ran up the steps of the " Bee Hive,"
a girls' eating-house near College Road.
She was about to withdraw her head from the
window, when, happening to glance below, she
made a discovery, and called Winifred to the win-
dow to share it.
" Look down, Winifred, It's Flossie's square
young man. See? The son of a veteran in his
father's army blue suit made over at that.
Look ! "
Winifred looked. On the steps, watching Newsy
intently, stood a young man who certainly had
every appearance of squareness. His head seemed
square from the forehead to the chin. His shoul-
ders were square, and as he was under medium
height, his body suggested squareness. The gen-
eral effect was accentuated by an appearance of
squareness in his manner.
" Oh, that derby ! It must have gone with the
suit through the war/ 5 whispered Lillian.
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The hat in question was an old one, although
it showed no rust. The brim was extremely nar-
row and although the crown was large it was some-
what crowded by the square head.
" There may be rooms to let inside his head,"
Lillian giggled, " but there are certainly none to
spare inside his hat I '
Winifred drew back into the room murmuring,
her thoughts reverting to the captain of the foot-
ball team. " Can't you just see him going through
Cornell's center ? I do hope Landon gets hold of
him first thing." And leaving Lillian still regard-
ing the stranger with amused eyes, she returned
to the typewriter.
Mrs. Forest and Alpha Gamma together were
smoothing her way financially this year so far as
tuition and board went. Her spending money the
chancellor was only too glad to supply in ex-
change for office work which the girl's nimble
hands and wits made so smooth for him. And so
it came about that she aided the regular stenog-
rapher during many spare hours, the busy chan-
cellor finding work enough for them both.
Presently, having finished a paper, she arose with
a perplexed brow. " I'll be back in a moment,
Lillian," she said abstractedly ; " I think there is
some mistake here, and I am going to hunt up
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It was considerably more than a minute before
she came down the stairs from the third floor
where she had found the head of the English
department. The door of the public office was
open, and she heard voices, the registrar's and a
strange voice, deep and clear, but not loud. With
her eyes still on the paper which she held, she
swung open the door of the private office noise-
lessly and entered, but, before she could speak,
Lillian's hand was raised in warning and Lillian's
face, flushed and strangely moved, was turned
toward her from the half-open door between the
" Square " was the word which Lillian's lips
formed as she motioned with her head toward the
public office. She was frankly listening with all
Winifred paused and listened also.
" If you can't take my note for the tuition," the
square young man was saying, " will you take
service, then ? Isn't there something I can do ?
Anything? I'll shovel paths "
" We do that by horse power," interrupted the
" Shovel coal and ashes "
" The janitor has his men for that selected now."
" Sweep the rooms here."
" But that goes with the coal and ashes. No
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I'm sorry," the registrar's tone was genuinely re-
gretful, " but I can't provide a way out, and the
chancellor isn't in the city. He left orders, posi-
tive orders, that I was not to accept any more
notes for tuition. That is, of course, notes without
sure endorsements. If you could produce a satis-
factory endorser "
There was a pause. Then the young man drew
a long breath and his reply seemed to be pushed
up with difficulty from the square toes of his
" I can't. I don't know a man within a hun-
dred miles.' 3
" I'm sorry," the registrar repeated, adding to
fill a pause, " The tuition is remarkably small
only one hundred a year. That doesn't compare
with the older colleges."
" No but if you have not the hundred and
don't see any way of earning it " The girls
heard the speaker back slowly toward the door.
When he spoke again it was not a direct con-
tinuance of the subject of tuition. " I have wasted
four weeks already, because I couldn't leave my
" If you've been working all summer, why "
The registrar began with an asperity which did <
not conceal his sympathy.
The interruption was quiet. " I was paying off
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prep school debts. They took my note there, and
I wanted to fix things up right with them before I
The registrar spoke awkwardly. " I'd like un-
commonly well to help you, and if Chancellor
Haight were here he might make an exception
but I am acting under orders."
" Of course/ 3 There was a note in the voice
which brought tears to Lillian's shining eyes a
note of deep grief over an unexpected defeat.
Then the tone swelled proudly. " I'm not beg-
ging, understand all I want is a chance to work
just a chance to work," and the door of the
registrar's office closed abruptly.
Lillian turned. There were tears on her long
lashes. Her cheeks were red and her eyes filled
with a purpose which she found difficult to ex-
press owing to a catch in her voice.
" If you had heard it all," she began and ended
abruptly. " He's splendid, Winifred ; come on."
Throwing open the door she presented herself
unceremoniously before the surprised registrar.
Winifred followed asking in an apprehensive
whisper, "What are you going to do?" It was
an apprehension born of an intimate knowledge
of Lillian's ways, especially when she was laboring
under such emotion as now held her in bondage.
The registrar was bending over a huge ledger
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lying on the long desk that cut the room in two.
Behind him stood the safe, its door swung wide.
Beside the safe a window looked down on the
campus and Fourth Avenue.
" I listened," announced Lillian excitedly.
11 I'm glad I heard it all, and I think it's awful
that you can't take his note.' 1
The registrar was a middle-aged man afflicted
with corn colored hair which threatened to rise
as he straightened himself and stared at Lillian,
whose presence in the private office he had not
" Awful?" he repeated, backing up as she ad-
" Yes, and it's awful that any one can't go to
college who wants to badly enough to scrub floors ;
and here I have loads of spending money and
and an idea. He shan't leave ; I won't have it.
Won't this do for the tuition? "
The registrar backed against the wall and there
stopped perforce while his eyes traveled down to
Lillian's hand, which she was holding out to him
with something grasped in the fingers.
" Won't this do ? " she insisted. " Father said I
could raise money on it any time, and this is the
time I want to raise it, for the tuition. Or not ex-
actly that, but if you take the ring for the tuition
and promise not to tell any one, especially the
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square young man, then I can save my spending
money and pay the tuition and redeem the ring.
Won't that do ? "
By degrees the registrar recovered far enough to
receive the investment ring which Lillian's fa-
ther never dreamed would be put to such a use.
" You better think it over," he stammered, and
then if " He stopped and looked rather help-
lessly at Winifred.
" If I should stop to think it over, I should
never do it," declared Lillian truthfully, on the
verge of tears. " I'm too selfish. I have never
done anything for anybody that is, anything big
like this. And he'll never know that would be
so embarrassing and no one will know except
just us three and the chancellor/'
At this point, Winifred, toward whom the
registrar continued to look, reinforced Lillian's
arguments. Winifred was quite carried away by
the other's impulsive helpfulness and by deep
sympathy with the boy who came to Huntingdon
only to find his path unexpectedly blocked.
" You can accept his note, or tell him that you
have decided to draw on a fund which has been
provided," she began eagerly. " That will be the
truth, and he need never know I don't know
why Lil that is, Miss Antwerp, should not do it
if she wishes. When he pays his note you can
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repay her. I am sure the chancellor would allow
Still dazed, the registrar relieved Lillian's agita-
tion by the admission that the plan, although
unusual, was entirely feasible. " I don't know
when I've been so reluctant to turn a man down,"
he mused as he put the ring in an envelope and
ran his tongue absently along the edge of the flap.
" He appears to have good stuff in him. I am
uncommonly glad we can have him Now
I'll just give you a receipt for the ring and deposit
it in the safe and "
" Evenin' News here. Two cents," announced
a shrill voice at the door.
Newsy entered frankly snuffling. " Want a pa-
per, sir ? '
The registrar nodded absently. " In a minute."
Newsy leaned against the desk, and watched the
trio behind it with wide, sharp eyes.
The registrar was writing on the envelope, when
an exclamation from Winifred caused him to turn.
She was staring at him with an anxious gaze.
" His name ? ' she gasped, " the young man's
name ? '
The envelope slipped through the registrar's
fingers. " I have not the remotest idea nor his
address. My surprise has surely deprived me of
my wits ! "
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Winifred flew to the window and peered out in
the gathering dusk. The registrar and Lillian
were at her elbow.
"There he goes !' Lillian cried. " See him ?
Down the avenue, going slowly. Oh, how shall
Winifred did not wait for her to finish her sen-
tence. " Quick, Newsy, catch him. Tell him the
registrar wants to see him."
The child dashed in through the swinging gate
at one end of the desk. " Which one d'ye want ? '
he yelled, pushing among them to the window.
Winifred pointed out the squarely built form
slowly receding down the street, and Newsy was
out of the door in a flash. Half-way down the
stairs, however, Lillian's voice reached him, and a
silver quarter fell at his feet, accompanied by a
Newsy hurried. He sprang down the steps,
raced down the walk, and stopping at the entrance
to Fourth Avenue, lifted up his voice, sending it
forth through cupped hands. " Hi, there ! He-e-y !
Be ye d-e-e-f? Come along back here! The
registrar wants t' see ye agin."
A moment after Newsy resumed in a minor key^
as he trudged along College Road, " News here,
Evenin' News. More'n yer money's worth News,
mister ? "
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Half an hour later Winifred and Lillian crept
out of the private office and through the dark
halls. Softly they passed the closed door of the
public office behind which came a murmur of
voices, one buoyantly hopeful. Down the stairs
they tiptoed, but once on the campus, they took
hold of hands and ran toward the chapter house
like two children, protected by the darkness. At
the house door, Lillian paused out of breath.
" i Sayles Cooper/ ' she mused. " That's an odd
name, isn't it ? I wish we could have overheard
all the conversation, don't you ? '
The girls were at dinner, and as the two entered
the dining-room, Flossie at once spied the bare
third finger of Lillian's right hand.
" Why, Lillian Antwerp ! " she exclaimed.
" Where's your ring ? '
With a little gasp of dismay at the question
Winifred sat down, her eyes on Lillian's face.
That young lady, however, was equal to the occa-
sion, being unexpected in more ways than one.
" It's too valuable for me to be wearing around
all the time," she replied easily, " so I asked the
registrar if he wouldn't put it in the safe. It's there
now. Please give me the white meat, Reb ; I don't
eat the wings, you know."
THE following morning Winifred, crossing the
campus alone, bound for an early class, did not
hear three short whistles, thrice repeated, from the
direction of the Psi Upsilon Chapter House. Fi-
nally, Landon's voice calling a low, " Let a fellow
catch up, won't you ? " arrested her attention.
" Whatever is the matter with your ears?" he
demanded, reaching her side breathlessly. "I've
been giving the Alpha Gamma whistle clear across
" Well," retorted Winifred, " it happens to be
an Alpha Gamma affair that makes me deaf this
morning, and I'm afraid will make me dumb in
trigonometry. Our cook has given warning. She
goes in a week."
Landon laughed heartlessly. " And, as you are
junior steward, it's up to you to furnish another
cook, is it? '
" It is." Winifred looked up at him solemnly.
" The present incumbent has been with us four
weeks. She is going because she objects to having
so young a * boss ' "
" Meaning you ? "
Winifred nodded. " Meaning me. She says I
don't provide enough raw material ; but I know I
have provided enough to enable her to burn up
six loaves of bread and other things in proportion
while she has been reading books from our library.
I remonstrated with her one day and oh, the scorn
with which she said, ' And would you be havin'
me an ignoramus, with so many books around ? '
I am glad to have her go, but who will come?
That's on my mind now."
Landon shrugged his broad shoulders and
glanced sidewise at the fair head which barely
reached the level of his ear. Seeing something
very much to his liking in that glance he looked
attentively, a puzzled expression creeping over his
frank, sunburned face. The head looked unusu-
ally well that morning. This fact his masculine
mind easily compassed, though what caused the
improvement he did not at once fathom. The
difference between a black velvet hat, ribbon
trimmed, and a black beaver supporting a large
plume was beyond the depths of his reasoning.
" I say, Winifred," he finally blurted out, " have
you got on a new hat or haven't you ? '
" Have I or haven't I ? " repeated Winifred
in a disgusted tone. " If that isn't the man
of it ! "
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" Guess I'll have to go to the head of the class
on that," retorted Landon promptly.
" And here I was thinking my hat would be the
target for every eye/' Winifred continued mis-
chievously, " because it is fresh from the metrop-
olis, and what's more," with conviction, " it's
" You don't have to tell me that." Landon's tone
was so hearty that Winifred fell to studying the
Stearns Science Hall. " My eyes have their failings
where new clothes are concerned, but they never
fool me as to the faces which I like."
" I said nothing about likable faces." Winifred's
voice was severe. " My mind is stayed on likable
hats at present, and I don't like the subject
Here Landon's amused glance, compassing the
hat with greater intelligence, was drawn be-
yond to a figure coming slowly up the drive-
" Hello ! " he ejaculated abruptly. " Who's that ?
New football timber, I'll wager, right from the
forest primeval ! '
The figure was clad in an old army blue suit.
" Oh it's our square young man ! ' The ex-
pression escaped before Winifred considered. She
felt a sort of proprietary delight in seeing Sayles
"What?" exploded Landon wonderingly.
" ' Our square young man ' ! '
Winifred flushed and bit her lips. " Only a lit-
tle nonsense/ 1 she hastened to explain. " He car-
ried Flossie Rogers' suit-case off the train yester-
day and she called him ' square ' and he is good
football timber, isn't he ? '
" Exactly what I'm going right now to find out."
Landon swung open the vestibule door for her to
enter, and raised his cap, revealing a luxurious
growth of dark hair becoming to the big handsome
captain of the 'Varsity eleven.
" Coming to chapel, of course, this morning,
aren't you ? ' he called, as she entered the vesti-
bule. " You know Perry came home with the
chancellor last night. He speaks this morning.
Seems he was up against it in his college days, and
the chancellor has asked him to unearth a few
recollections for our benefit."
Winifred nodded and then pausing, held the
door open a crack through which she surveyed the
wearer of the veteran suit as Landon strolled down
the drive to meet him. A pair of gray eyes rather
far apart were searching the campus and college
buildings earnestly. A substantial mouth was
shut with the appearance of being locked. He
held his head half bent, his eyes looking out and
up from under the brim of the old derby with a
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determination not to miss a single feature of this
new life into which he had wedged himself with
" It was a queer thing for Lillian to do," Wini-
fred told herself as she closed the door. " She's so
impulsive but I'm right down glad it's done."
At the inner door she was seized by the Sin
Twisters, each Twister armed with a copy of the
college periodical, The Huntingdon Weekly,
which was being distributed at the head of the
" Here's the reason it is twenty-four hours late,"
explained Erma Cunningham on one side, holding
her paper so near Winifred's eyes that all she could
see was a blurr of black and white. On the other
side Clara Pike was reading aloud from the first
" ' The idea ought to gain ground in college
circles and grow until it develops into a general
movement. If each organization should pledge it-
self to found a scholarship we '
Erma withdrew her paper, but continued to talk
heedless of Clara's reading. " The editorial is M.
Gussie's and it's fine, but oh, dear ! It would
mean more sacrifice and more begging and every-
thing else, because, of course, if all the fraternities
and sororities take up the notion, we shouldn't
want Alpha Gamma to be one dollar behind, but
I shall tell Landon Stearns exactly what I
think of him nevertheless for starting such a
" Girls, what is this all about ? ' demanded
Winifred turning from one to the other.
" The chancellor thinks we need more scholar-
ships for poor students, and he went and inter-
ested Landon Stearns in the project," Erma's voice
contained a note of personal resentment, " and
then Landon went home and interested the Psi
U's, and then some one, presumably Beau Brown,
got M. Gussie on the war-path, and here is her
editorial on the subject. I can just see the ap-
peals that our alumnse will make to the active
chapter to keep up our end in the matter, and it
will take all the money we can rake and scrape to-
gether for a year or more."
11 And that will mean an English cloth coat for
me instead of the handsome broadcloth that I
want," chimed in Clara, who always talked like a
miser and acted like a philanthropist.
Finally Winifred got at the root of the matter.
It seemed that a few days before Landon had gone
to interview the chancellor on a matter connected
with football, whereupon the chancellor had, in
turn, interested him in the needs of the college to
such an extent that he had induced the active
chapter of Psi Upsilon to vote the founding, by
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personal effort, of a scholarship during the ensuing
year. Then, exactly in the way Erma had guessed,
the literary editor of The Huntingdon News hear-
ing of the matter had delayed the paper one day
in order to write a stirring editorial on the subject
and M. Gussie could be stirring under all cir- '
" Landon will be as surprised as any one when
he sees it," added Erma, " for Gussie says he
doesn't think that any one outside of Psi U knows
what .they have done. 1 '
Winifred, reading the editorial as she went,
mounted slowly to the third floor and almost fell
over M. Gussie Barker attempting to convert Beau
Brown to the views of the political insurgents.
M. Gussie was fresh from Omaha and a lecture
tour, whereon her gifted and somewhat erratic
mother was the lecturer. Under such distin-
guished chaperonage, M. Gussie had been ad-
mitted to the councils of the advanced in thought
and had returned to Huntingdon charged with new
" M. Gussie has broken out in a new spot,"
Winifred had telephoned to Louise Wallace the
day college opened. " I'm afraid the summer has
rubbed off all the good effects of last year.' 1
" Let hope succeed despair," Louise had re-
sponded. " Her common sense fed on good Hunt-
ingdon air will ultimately bring about her re-
covery ! '
" I am an insurgent in politics," had been M.
Gussie's leading announcement to Huntingdon.
" Of course, just now that is not a popular stand
to take but," firmly, " I have taken it and so has
mother. My sympathies are enlisted in good
government that's actually by the people and for
them. I wonder that the spirit is not rampant in
college to a greater extent. It ought to be talked
Therefore M. Gussie proceeded to talk it up, but
Winifred presently noticed with relief that her
voice was the voice of the subdued M. Gussie, and
her manner, although positive, was more quiet and
gentle than when she had first dawned on the
collegiate horizon. The good work of the previous
year, although dulled, was not destroyed. The
best proof of this lay in the fact that the fastidious
Beau, who had shown a decided preference for her
society during the latter part of his sophomore
year, still sought her, and was even evincing
symptoms of insurgency, whereas he had voted
once being but twenty-one the straight old line
When Winifred appeared, M. Gussie turned
away from Beau Brown and joined her.
" Gussie, this is great," exclaimed Winifred
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warmly, referring to the editorial. " You have
made me enthusiastic over scholarships myself."
" Uh-huh," returned M. Gussie carelessly. She
was curiously reticent and diffident over the things
she could do really well. It was only over sub-
jects which she but partially understood that she
" If only I could write as well and convincingly
as " Winifred began, but was not allowed to
" Yes/' hastily, " thank you Winifred, your hat
looks extremely well on you. Is is mine at all
It was the new Gussie who spoke, and who
turned her dark head slowly about to enable
Winifred to view the broad-brimmed cream-colored
satin adorned only by two black wings.
11 The idea is great," announced Winifred en-
thusiastically, " but if you'd bend the front brim a
bit so it would sort of scoop down over your nose,
I think it would be awfully becoming."
And M. Gussie, forgetful of insurgency, whis-
pered as they entered the class room, " Scoop it
before chapel, won't you? We can go into the
cloak-room after class."
M. Gussie had decided to become a " regular,"
that is, to endure, in the regular classical course,
the afflictions of such studies as she deemed wholly
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useless. In this way she had become a junior.
Trigonometry was one of the afflictions.
" I never expect to carry a chain," she grumbled,
for M. Gussie did not endure such afflictions with
fortitude, " nor measure the distance to the moon.
The only thing I can get out of trig except pos-
sible honors is mental discipline."
Therefore, with the face of a martyr she acquired
mental discipline and honors in trigonomehy and
other " useless' branches. But the martyr-like
expression gave place to delight when, after class,
Winifred " scooped ' the hat brim most becom-
ingly, and the two started toward the auditorium
to attend chapel exercises and a speech from the
president of the board of trustees.
The walk was too crowded to allow a rapid
transit, therefore M. Gussie, with her hand on
Winifred's arm to guide her, opened her note-book
and reviewed her notes on mediaeval history, thus
leaving Winifred without other employment than
walking and listening, as she presently found
Just in advance of the two girls were Landon
Stearns and Sayles Cooper, talking earnestly. The
subject was evidently football.
" I think you could easily win a place on the
scrub this fall and be in line for the 'Varsity team
next year," suggested the captain of the eleven.
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The other merely shook his head, on which
reposed the old derby with its unfashionably large
square crown. .
" You're built for it, if ever I saw a man who
was," Landon urged enthusiastically.
" Perhaps," replied Cooper slowly, " but I
was also built for other and more necessary
" But Huntingdon needs good athletes men
with nerve and backbone- "
Here Winifred lost the thread of the speech,
catching only isolated words ending with " loyalty
to the college."
" Whatever that is, it hurts," she decided watch-
ing the new student. He turned his head and
cast a quick glance down the length of his com-
panion, and Landon was looking particularly well,
Winifred thought, in a handsome new overcoat
Cooper wore none.
" I wish," replied the latter slowly, " that I were
at liberty to show loyalty to the college in that
way, but I can't. Perhaps I already have more
grounds for loyalty now than you have " here
he glanced again at the well-groomed man beside
him " but, loyalty or no loyalty, I must get my
exercise another way. If I stay here it's neces-
sary that I put myself in training for shoveling
coal and ashes and sweeping walks and beating
rugs. You can see I haven't the time to put on
athletics of any kind."
There was no shrinking in the boy's tone or
manner. He stated the situation in a grim, mat-
ter-of-fact way, a sort of a way which said, " I am
what I am, and must do what I must ; and that's
all there is about it, with no excuses to make."
Winifred could hear no more, but as the two
approached a crowd of students on the drive in
front of the auditorium, she was glad to see Landon
lay his hand on the shorter man's shoulder and
begin to introduce him to the " fellows.' 1
11 Landon can never know, as I do," she thought,
" how it hurts to have to do things differently from
Here M. Gussie closed her note-book and came
back from mediaeval times with a start. " I never
tire of going through this building," she said as
they made their way through the gathering crowd
of students. " It's all so big and roomy and im-
posing just the building that Mrs. Forest would
naturally put up."
There were long high corridors and broad wind-
ing stairs and well-lighted class rooms and wide
reception rooms fitted for large public social func-
tions, and lastly, the great audience hall, an archi-
tectural triumph with its mural decorations, its
arched ceiling, its handsome pipe-organ and its
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long rows of stationary chairs, the number of which
gave evidence of the builder's faith in the growth
of her alma mater.
A carriage rolled up the driveway, stopping in
front of the main entrance. And as Chancellor
Haight alighted followed by a short, stockily built
man past middle age, at a signal from one of the
seniors, the men thronging the lower hall ranged
themselves to right and left, leaving an open pas-
sage between their ranks. Through this passage
the chancellor and his guest moved, the face of the
latter lighting with pleasure at the honor paid
him, while behind him, led by the voices of the
chapel quartet, swelled the song :
" Oh, Huntingdon, Alma Mater, dear,
Honor is thine and thy sons all revere
Thy memory and thy spread of fame,
Oh, Huntingdon ! Noble is thy name."
Then, as Mr. Perry reached the head of the
stairs leading to the chapel, came the questions
which made the great building echo with its ring.
"Who gave us the stadium?"
The answer outdid the question in volume.
" Perry. He gave, he gave, he gave the
" Who's all right ?"
" Perry. He is, he is, he is all right."
M. Gussie's eyes shone. She grasped Winifred's
arm with uncomfortably tense fingers. " I know
he is fine," she exclaimed with conviction, " but I
wonder if he is an Insurgent ! '
As Winifred slipped into seat thirty in the junior
row near the chapel platform, Lillian Antwerp
dropped into her number, thirty-one, and whis-
pered jubilantly, " To-day is my allowance day, so
I can begin right off to redeem the ring." She
snuggled down close to Winifred in her affection-
ate way, adding, " Isn't it nice and creepy to have
a little real secret that must not get out? I'm so
glad, dear, it's you that shares it with me, for I
shall depend on you to make me lay aside fifteen
dollars of my allowance each month." Then
without the least change in tone, or any break in
her voice, " Is Army Blue here? That's a new
name I have for our square young man. Have
you seen him ? '
" With Landon," whispered Winifred. " Look
back and over three rows," and she forthwith
gave her attention to the platform, where Dean
Holbrooke was welcoming Mr. Perry.
The latter carried in his hand a copy of The
Huntingdon News, and as he sat down he leaned
toward the dean and called his attention to the
first page editorial. With the paper still in his
hand he rose to address the students at the end of
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the devotional exercises. Resting one elbow on
the desk, he spoke with a low, clear voice in a con-
versational manner. But, despite his quietness,
his opening sentences sent a ripple of audible sur-
prise through the chapel.
" I pity the student who comes to college with
a pocketful of money. The chances of success are
against him. He is handicapped from the start.
He is deprived of half the zest of living, and more
than half the incentive to action. If I could, I
would give every young man a chance to work '
here Lillian's foot came against Winifred's vio-
lently " and then leave him to carve out his own
" If only you would look at Army Blue," she
wrote in underscored words on her tablet for
Winifred's benefit. " His eyes are as large as
butter plates and shine awfully.''
Winifred did not look around, but her heart
swelled with a sympathy which it was impossible
for Lillian, accustomed to plenty, to feel. Wini-
fred had always in memory the hardships of her
freshman year, and she could understand the at-
titude of the poverty-stricken but determined
" Army Blue," to whom Mr. Perry's words were
an inspiration, coming from a man who had
overcome poverty and turned obstacles into ad-
Following this train of thought she missed a
change in the speaker's theme until a thundering
volley of cheers brought her back to the present,
and she realized that Mr. Perry was reading from
M. Gussie's editorial, and making sundry observa-
tions which were not failing to please the faculty
on the platform as well as the student body and
the numerous alumni who had come up from the
city to greet the president of the trustees and the
builder of the noble stadium in process of erection
on the back campus.
He was interested, it seems, in the scheme which
Landon had started with no thought of its go-
ing beyond the walls of the Psi Upsilon Chapter
House so interested that he made a surprising
" I'll double the number of scholarships," he
said in his slow, quiet way. " You found one and
I'll put another beside it. You found ten and I'll
give another ten. It matters not to me how the
money is raised, whether by individual appeals,
by clubs, by fraternities, by sororities, by classes.
Nor does it matter how many you establish my
offer holds good."
Behind him Dean Holbrooke, white-headed and
revered by the students, arose suddenly, drawing
a handkerchief from his hip pocket. As if by
magic the great body of students were on their
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feet, while above their heads surged a storm of
white linen. Simultaneously the quartet, from
their end of the platform, unbidden, led in the fa-
vorite college song, whose refrain rose, swelled by
hundreds of voices :
" Oh, Huntingdon, for thee,
May thy sons be leal and loyal
To thy memory. r '
That evening Lillian interrupted an animated
discussion at the dinner table to remark irrele-
vantly, " I'm sure I don't know why, but I found
the tears rolling down my cheeks while I was
waving my handkerchief, but as I couldn't cry into
it and wave it at the same time, I had to stop
" First aid to the laundry," retorted Rebecca
Bicknell, " but to resume and continue on, as
Samantha Allen says, how are we going to raise
two thousand dollars if we do decide to found a
scholarship ? '
" Let time and the alumnae answer for us," re-
turned Flossie Rogers flippantly calling for a sec-
ond piece of pie.
11 When my allowance comes " began Lillian
enthusiastically, and then paused quickly glancing
at Winifred. She had temporarily forgotten that
her allowance was mortgaged.
" There's the postman/' announced Belle Eaton
as the outer door swung open and a hand appeared
conveying a number of letters to a small table
which stood just inside the door. "That means
it's eight o'clock. I hope our next cook will lean
further toward promptness than literature/'
Lillian struggled to her feet, fork in hand. " I'll
go," she said to the maid. " Excuse me/' she
called over her shoulder, "but I can never wait a
moment before getting my hands on my allowance.
I'll bring the mail to the rest of you."
The occupants of her table commanded a view
of the hall, and Winifred saw Lillian open her let-
ter with a beaming face, read it with a startled ex-
pression, and return to the dining-room slowly, a
dazed look in her eyes. She distributed the other
letters with none of her usual comments, and as
she dropped a postal beside Winifred's plate, she
stooped and whispered, " I want to see you right
But before the belated dinner ended, the letter was
forgotten as the maid ushered into the front parlor
a young man wearing a heavy dark mustache, and
brought his card to Lillian. For once, to the de-
light of the Sin Twisters, the recipient of the card
was visibly agitated.
"Who is it?' Punch, sitting with her back to
the hall door, asked with her lips but not her voice.
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Erma Cunningham, creasing her napkin but
not her face replied with the utmost carelessness,
" This pie is the best the cook has ever made.
Guess she made it to commemorate her departure
from the Hill and the faculty," and every one
guessed correctly that the occupant of the front
parlor was the instructor in Greek who had fallen
a victim to the spell which Lillian threw over
every one she met.
The mention of the cook, however, reminded
Winifred of her disagreeable duty in regard to the
approaching departure of that important member
of the household, and as soon as she left the dining-
room she went to the telephone and called on cen-
tral to give her the ear either of Mrs. Sweet or
Presently a weary " Hello " came over the wire.
" Louise, is this you ? ' asked Winifred doubt-
" Either me or my shadow," was the nonsensical
reply. " Excuse me a moment and I'll look in the
glass and find out which ! '
Winifred chuckled. " You needn't bother about
the glass. That answer satisfies me. What have
you been doing to-day ? Have you begun the
" Well, I should say not. I am engaged in the
humble task of making kitchen towels. Cousin
Anne says they're the most useful feature of a
trousseau. She is superintending the job. She
also says that instead of doing so much embroidery
I ought to be weaving ' M's and O's ' ! She has
' M's and O's ' in use yet."
" What are M's and O's? " asked Winifred n^s-
" Is, not are/' corrected Louise. " It is home
woven linen of a certain pattern which is a lost art
to this reckless and wayward generation thank
goodness ! Cousin Anne has a table-cloth of the
same which I am to receive you know when."
The table-cloth and other things were to be
received in January.
" Oh, dear ! " sighed Winifred. " Table-cloths
have a way of outlasting cooks," and into Louise's
sympathetic ears she poured the tale of her latest
woe as house stewardess. " Won't you please ask
Mrs. Sweet, Louise, whether she knows of a cook
an American, that I could get ? '
" Yes, by and by. My worthy cousin is now
having a combat with the plumber over the kitchen
sink. I think by the sounds that it will be at least
two hours after he goes away before it will be safe
to propound any question to her/'
Half an hour later, however, Winifred ran down-
stairs to answer a summons from the telephone.
Louise was calling her.
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" The smoke of the battle cleared away sooner
than I expected," she laughed, " and Cousin Anne,
having corne out victorious, is in such a peaceful
frame of mind that she instantly suggested that I
lend you ' Sairy ' Mary Betts until I need her in
April. You know Sairy Mary is an old neighbor
of Cousin Anne, and has consented to rule my
household when I shall have one to rule. Now
if she would consent to go to you would it help
you out to have her till April ? '
" Indeed it would ! " sighed Winifred in a re-
lieved tone, and hung up the receiver.
WINIFRED occupied a single room, which, though
sunny, was rather cramped in dimensions. It was
regularly devoted to the use of the junior stew-
ardess who attended to the supplies and finances
of the household in return for her room and board.
There was a couch bed which served by day as a
window-seat in front of the double windows ; a tiny
desk quite suited to the present stewardess' size ;
an easy chair in whose capacious depths she was
nearly lost ; a pretty rug which Mrs. Forest had
transplanted from the house on Fourth Avenue ; a
chiffonier with some small pieces of furniture both
useful and ornamental.
It was, as Rebecca Bicknell said, the coziest room
in the house for confidences, and confidences
abounded so long as Winifred occupied it. So
popular was the little room, in fact, that in self-de-
fense its occupant had constructed a large sign
which during her busy hours hung outside her
door. It read in letters large and plain :
No ENTRANCE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
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" It's not put there," observed Punch, " so that
' he who runs may read,' but that he who reads
may run ! '
To this room at a late hour came Lillian, clad in
her kimono, with her hair falling over her shoul-
ders, and tapped on the door although the darkened
transom told her that Winifred had gone to bed.
" I know I ought not to come in," she confessed
as a sleepy voice bade her enter. " But I'm in
such loads of trouble, and I couldn't come before.
You see Mr. Wright stayed until eleven, and be-
cause he's a member of the faculty I could not tell
him he was smashing a strict house rule all to
atoms could I ? '
She lighted the gas and, curling up comfortably
in the big chair, drew a letter from the pocket of
" Does the load of trouble come from the in-
structor or from that letter ? ' ' asked Winifred still
" Mr. Wright ? ' Lillian's tone was full of scorn.
" Well, no ! If I could get along with trouble as
easily as with Mr. Wright I'd not complain."
"Is he nice?"
" Awfully nice and he knows it ! ' Lillian
unfolded the letter. " He needs a few lessons in
Winifred laughed, thoroughly awakened now.
" I foresee that the lessons will be forthcoming
and ' here her eyes fell on the letter and her
tone changed. Arising on one elbow she began,
" Oh, yes, I remember ; it's from your father '
Lillian nodded until her hair fell over her face.
" The trouble came in this letter, and I knew I
couldn't sleep until I rolled it off on you. Isn't
that charitable ? '
" What has happened ? "
" Something awful ! '' impressively.
" I don't know. It's awful viewed in the light
of its results. You know the old saying, 'It never
pours but it rains ' ? '
Winifred forebore a correction.
" It's raining in my direction right now."
Lillian held up the letter. " You know I was, of
course, calculating on my usual allowance this
month, and expected to take fifteen dollars up to
the registrar to-morrow ? '
" Well, here's the check for the month only
fifteen dollars altogether ! Now, whatever am I
" But the reason? " asked Winifred.
Lillian turned the light higher. " Father de-
spises letter writing, and so all he says is this : ' I
am sending you a much smaller allowance this
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month for reasons which take too much time to
explain. You must economize, for I can send no
more now. I have been making some investments
lately and at times I am convinced that the best
way to treat money is to put it into a sock and hide
it in the fireplace, or else invest it in jewels, as I
did for you.' Now, Winifred, what do you make
out of that letter ? "
" I am afraid he has been losing money," replied
" Oh, dear ! I shall not dare tell him that my
investment ring is all tied up. He would be sim-
ply furious. You see, Winifred, father is awfully
generous to me but not not to every one."
Winifred assented understandingly.
"It's the most dreadful situation " Lillian
began again. " But I'm not a bit sorry I did it
not a bit ! I met Army Blue this afternoon," the
mournful note dropped out of her voice, " and do
you know, before I thought that I had really
never met him, I bowed ! ' She sat up with an
engaging display of dimples. " He looked so as-
tonished and pleased, and if he didn't pull that
old derby off his head at a great rate ! I like his
head," musingly. " It's more like Daniel Web-
ster's than Mr. Wright's much more. But isn't
it funny to think I should have bowed to him? '
Winifred sank back into her pillows, and spoke
out of the depths of her knowledge of Lillian.
" Not if you really wanted to no."
" But I don't do everything I want to," argued
Lillian, " or I should be redeeming my ring.
Winifred, what can I do about it?'
For a moment Winifred lay in silence gazing at
the little nickel clock which was ticking its way
toward midnight. " Suppose you don't do or say
or write anything about it now. The ring is safe
and, as long as it's in the possession of the regis-
trar, he won't be worrying about the tuition. Just
await developments. Perhaps the next letter from
your father will set things right again."
Lillian arose briskly. " It's so much easier to
do nothing than something," she sighed, happily
logical. " Of course, everything will come out
right in the end. It always does where you are
concerned, and I know you will see me through
with this thing," and with trouble nearing the
vanishing point, she kissed Winifred good-night
and departed humming under her breath a gay
Lillian appeared to be as irresponsible as the
air and the birds and the sunshine and was as
welcome as all three wherever she went. Still
humming softly she made her way down the dark
hall, the possible complications attendant on her
impulsively generous act pushed far into the back-
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ground by the memory of Army Blue's square face
frankly aglow because of her bow.
" I wonder how it would feel to be able to throw
care off in that way/' thought Winifred, and fell
asleep again only to dream of " Sairy '' Mary Betts
and the culinary department.
The following day, being Saturday, she sallied
forth to interview Mrs. Anne Sweet on the sub-
ject, and incidentally get a view of such parts of
Louise Wallace's trousseau as were in process of
Mrs. Sweet sat hemming towels in front of the
sitting-room window in her old-fashioned wood-
colored frame house, which, entrenched behind its
picket-fenced yard, threw defiance at its imposing
stone and brick neighbors, and boldly displayed
its sign, the only one of the kind in the neighbor-
hood, " Rooms to Let.' : The face of the owner,
seen through the old-fashioned high window, par-
took of the grim, weather-beaten aspect of the
house, but Winifred well knew how kind a heart
beat under the stiff tight waists which seemed to
add to the rigidity of the spine that had served
Mrs. Sweet so well for sixty-five years.
The click of the little gate caused her to glance
severely from her sewing out over her spectacles.
But when she saw Winifred, the severity faded,
and her wrinkled face broke up into smiles.
Rapping smartly on the window she motioned
toward the door and then went on with her towel
hemming. She was at work, as she would have
explained, on Louise's " trooseau."
That young lady was not visible when Winifred
opened the door, but a voice from the hall above
greeted her in running rhymes while Louise's dark
head appeared over the bannisters and Louise's
dark eyes surveyed her approvingly.
" Who's down- stairs
Free from cares,
Putting on airs,
With a hat of black,
And of beauty no lack,
For adornment a knack "
" For pity sakes, Louisy," called Mrs. Sweet
loudly from the sitting-room, " shut up and give
me a chance to say somethin' a little sensible."
Louise's eyes danced, but her voice was suspi-
ciously grave as she replied, " Being so politely
urged I'll gracefully yield the conversational flow
to my cousin. Later, when I have undergone the
tortures of a skirt hanging, we will go forth to
finish the conquest of Sarah Mary Betts. Cousin
Anne has already made an excellent beginning of
" Sairy Mary is one to listen to a sensible talker,"
confirmed Mrs. Sweet complacently.
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Then, as the sound of the sewing-machine took
the place of Louise's mocking voice, she grumbled,
" Winifred, it does seem as if that girl can't learn
" I hope she never can," breathed Winifred
fervently, as she removed her coat and left it
hanging in the hall.
" I was sure," continued Mrs. Sweet, " that col-
lege would take some of the nonsense out of her,
but, land ! She got worse right along. Then I
thought teaching would sort of take off the sharp
edge, like, of her foolishness, but it didn't do a mite
of good. She's just Louisy still, and takes after her
father's side wonderfully. There's no nonsense in
her mother's family I'm on that side, you
know I '
Winifred smilingly assented, knowing that Mrs.
Sweet was devoted to that same " Louisy," with
her foundation of sound judgment and her super-
structure of frothy beguiling nonsense. But, with
the cares of the Alpha Gamma kitchen on her
mind, Winifred hastened to turn her hostess' at-
Sarah Mary, it appeared, was an independent
householder on the Green Valley Road a few miles
out of Huntingdon, and a widow of longstanding, to
the unbounded regret of sundry bachelors and wid-
owers in various parts of the country round about.
" Land sakes ! " Mrs. Sweet laid aside the towel
and picked up her knitting that she might talk to
the accompaniment of the flying needles, " there
ain't a mite of use of Sairy Mary stay in' in the
mournin' state unless she wants to. There's them
that's anxious to have her take her weeds off for
them, but she always did know her own business,
Sairy Mary did, and nobody can tell her any-
Winifred sat up in alarm. She was listening to
an account of Mrs. Betts from the angle of house
stewardess. " Won't she be willing to be directed
as our cook ? '
The knitting-needles flew derisively, while Mrs.
Sweet viewed her caller tolerantly over her glasses.
" Just show Sairy Mary the lay of the land up
there to the house, and then you can go off and go
to sleep and things'ull seem to run themselves.
Don't you worry none, and don't go to lettin' any
one set down on her. Sairy Mary never was set
on, and I don't know how she would stand it.
You know she ain't obliged to work out, but loves
to cook that bad that she'd rather fix things to eat
than to eat 'em herself. And the more she has to
cook for the better she likes it. She wouldn't hear
to goin' with Louisy until she got it through her
head that Mr. Gray is a strong eater. Then she
said she'd try it. But, land ! " with a delighted
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little chuckle, "she thinks her two eyes of
Winifred leaned back and drew a long breath.
" If she loves to cook, she will be in clover at
the chapter house, because we all have such
appetites ! '
u Exactly what I told her." Mrs. Sweet sat
bolt upright, wielding her knitting-needles vigor-
ously. " I set you out in good shape to her. I
told her you was as sensible a parcel of girls as
she could find. Of course she knows as well as I
do that that ain't sayiii' much these days. Girls
ain't what they used to be ; but then we've got to
put up with that. But as I was sayin', Sairy Mary
has chances. She was a Davis before she was a
Betts, and the Davises was old neighbors of ours.
Sairy Mary I used to trot on my knee when her
ma had to come to town. And land ! she begun
to have steadies almost before she stopped bein'
trotted. They do say that Mose Carter wanted
her so bad he's never married, but I can't say how
true that is. I know he used to wait on 'er be-
Here Louise appeared in the doorway. " You'll
be obliged," she interrupted seriously, " to bring
your discourse to an end, Cousin Anne, because
mine is about to begin. I know that Winifred is
pining away to see my clothes."
"Clothes? Huh!" Mrs. Sweet's tone was
scornful. " Not a sensible dress in the hull
parcel. Just a mass of frills and furbelows.
When I got married I had a book-muslin for best
and a couple of new calicoes and my mother's silk
wedding dress made over. That was my trooseau."
" But, Cousin Anne," argued Louise gravely,
" I can't afford cotton dresses because of the
laundry bills. It's much cheaper now to dress in
" In my day," snapped Mrs. Sweet, " there wa'n't
no laundry bills. We done our own washing and
" Oh, those horrid, horrid ' good old times/
sighed Louise as she led the way up-stairs. " I'm
so glad a kind Providence saw fit to reserve me
until the degenerate nowadays."
The hall door opened, and Winifred glanced
back in time to see a young man clad in an army
blue suit enter and begin the ascent of the stairs.
" Louise Wallace," she whispered clutching the
other's arm, " does he room here? '
Louise glanced carelessly back. " Surely. It's
a boy by the name of Sayles Cooper. He boards
himself in your old room, and Cousin Anne is
morally certain he is going to starve himself.
She says she can see that he has shrunken al-
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" Isn't it queer/' thought Winifred as Louise
opened her clothes-press door, " how things get all
mixed up ? '
" That boy has won Cousin Anne's heart,"
Louise continued from the depths of the clothes-
press, " by wiping his feet outside the door until
I'm afraid he'll wear his soles out and they look
none too thick now.' 1
An hour later, the two girls left the trolley at
the end of the Green Valley division and, walking
across a field, arrived at the little trim green
cottage wherein lived Sarah Mary Betts. Tied
securely to the fence in front of the cottage was a
restless span of iron gray horses, sleek and per-
fectly matched, and as the girls toiled up the slope
to the front door, the door opened and a man
emerged, his face browned and reddened by the
sun and winds of fifty years, his tall figure un-
bowed, his clothes heavy but fitting well, the
trouser legs being stuffed into fine leather boots
with red tops. Unhitching the iron grays with
jerky movements indicative of boundless vexation,
he climbed into a buggy which fairly radiated
newness, and drove away on noiseless rubber tires.
" One of Sairy Mary's belated ' steadies,' I take
it," whispered Winifred, and Louise had but time
to return the name, " Moses Carter," when the
door opened, and they stood in the presence of
Sarah Mary herself. She drew Louise inside and
with a radiant face bestowed a resounding smack
on either cheek and then turned smilingly toward
Mrs. Betts was very short and breathlessly fat.
When she talked she caught her breath frequently,
especially in the middle of a word, which habit
gave to her conversation the effect of observing
hyphens in words of more than one syllable.
" You bet-ter take this chair," she told Winifred.
" It's more com-fortable than that high one."
" Comfort ' was the key-note of Mrs. Betts' life.
She was a hard worker, but a comfortable one.
She was comfortable from the loosely twisted knot
of hair which slid around on top of her head to
the slippers that she habitually wore slippers
which defeated corns and allowed her feet to
" spread." Her waist was defined only by her
apron strings. Her collar was roomy, and her
skirt pulled up in front and fastened with a safety-
pin to prevent her stepping on the hem.
This air of comfort extended to the room with
its bright rag carpet and flowered wall paper.
Stretched out in front of the stove was a large
lazy black cat. Swinging itself in the window, a
canary picked at a piece of bread wedged between
the wires of its cage.
" Law, yes," Mrs. Betts said to Winifred, " I'll
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come and try it a spell with you, if you want me.
But I'll tell you right now that I ain't what you
can call a good cook. I know good cook-ing when
I set my teeth in-to it, but I haven't the knack
Louise turned to the bewildered Winifred
gravely, and took this disparaging discourse out of
Sarah Mary's mouth. " That's true, Winifred.
Mrs. Betts, furthermore, hates to cook and never
has any variety on her table. As you see, she is
underfed, and so is everything about her. Look
at the cat. You can see at a glance how ansemic
Winifred began to dimple in understanding ap-
preciation, while Louise continued :
" Last year I recollect that Mr. Carter told
Cousin Anne that the pig had died of apoplexy."
" That's all Mose Carter knows/' interrupted
Mrs. Betts. " Men don't ab-ound in common
sense but then they're as the Lord made 'em, and
ain't to blame as I know of. How-somever, Miss
Lowe, I'll come, if you can put up with me, and
if, ' here she paused and looked at Winifred hard,
" you've no ob-jections to my carting Pete and
Druisy along with my house plants."
" Pete and Druisy? " repeated Winifred.
" Behold them." Louise suddenly scooped the
fat cat into her lap. " This is Pete and there/'
pointing to the bird cage, " is Druisy, who sings
when by chance he is not eating or being coaxed
" Of course/' assented Winifred. " The kitchen
at the chapter house is large and sunny but,"
looking doubtfully around Mrs. Betts' room, " it is
not carpeted "
" Law ! neither is mine," exclaimed Sarah Mary.
" I wouldn't cook in a kitchen with a carpet."
As the girls were leaving, Mrs. Betts called after
Louise, " Tell Mis' Sweet, Louisy, that Mose
Carter was here to buy Em-my, but he didn't get
her. Tell 'er I'll divide her after butch-erin' time
and she can have half and mebby, as long as I'm
goin' up there to cook, she might as well take her
"For pity sakes " murmured Winifred
Louise stuffed her handkerchief into her
mouth and explained chokingly through its
folds, " Emmy is the pig that did not have an
The girls at the chapter house were absorbingly
interested in their prospective cook.
" Is she addicted to literature? " demanded Ade-
" All the literature I saw was the Bible and one
of Mary J. Holmes' novels," replied Winifred.
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" Do you suppose she will allow us to make
candy in the kitchen ? '' from Erma Cunningham
to whom fudge was the staff of life.
" Perhaps if you smile on her pets.' 1
" If she doesn't want to kill Emmy/' suggested
Lillian suddenly, " she might keep her in our cellar
and feed her out of the garbage pails." Lillian's
acquaintance with Emmy's species was slight.
" The other kind of sell-'er is better for Emmy's
health and ours I " rejoined Punch blandly.
The week following, Emmy having been duly
turned over to Mrs. Sweet to be committed to brine
and transmuted into lard, Pete and Druisy were
regularly installed in the big kitchen at the
chapter house. Druisy's cage hung in the south
window above the low broad cushioned rocker
which had arrived in the express wagon, perched
on top of Mrs. Betts' trunk.
" I al-ways carry my chair with me," she told
Winifred who received her at the kitchen door. " No
one has a chair with any comfort in it for me."
The night that Mrs. Betts first took the culinary
helm in her plump hands, the girls filed promptly
and anxiously into the dining-room the moment
Janet rang the dinner bell. As the meal pro-
gressed they could scarcely restrain their desire to
make remarks until the maid had left the room.
Then Flossie demanded pugnaciously :
" Will this sort of thing be kept up ? "
" Mrs. Sweet and Louise say it will. They say
that Sarah Mary Betts would rather cook than
eat," replied Winifred.
" I wish that could be said of me," returned
Flossie sighing, " and I wish we had our old cook
back again on account of my dieting I had just
made up my mind to go back to crackers and milk.
But how can I," pathetically, " in the face of such
salads ? " raising a forkful.
" Turn your back on 'em, then," advised Punch.
From the other table at this point came a bit of
news concerning a subject which had been steadily
growing in interest on the Hill since the morning
the president of the board of trustees made his
generous offer. It was Adelaide Prell who inter-
rupted a further recital of Flossie's resolutions :
" By the way, girls, our alumna gathered at
Mrs. Bois' this afternoon to consider the matter of
an Alpha Gamma scholarship. I met Mrs. Bois
this morning down street, and she said that the
alumni and friends of the college had been so
drained of money during the last two years that,
for her part, she didn't see where the money was
coming from, but so long as there seems to be a
general movement in that direction Alpha Gamma
must do her part."
" That's so," assented Clara Pike. " The Kappa
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Kappa Gammas have voted to found one did it
last night at a special meeting, and we must not be
" Three of the fraternities have voted to follow
the example of Psi U," contributed Belle Eaton,
" and Beau Brown was perfectly astonished that
we hadn't taken any steps in the matter. He said
Alpha Gamma was considered a leader in such
" Of course we are/' snapped Clara Pike, " but
it's just give, give, give up here on this Hill all the
time ! The spirit's in the atmosphere, someway.
Last year my new muff went into our library
furniture, and now I'm going down-town to-mor-
row and get a new party dress for fear it gets into
a scholarship someway. If I had Lillian's allow-
ance, I'd feel differently," she added, her glance
falling on the young lady who had sat silently
listening throughout the meal.
Winifred, who had noticed Lillian's silence and
wondered at the cause, now met her eyes with an
understanding smile, whereupon Lillian raised
her brows and rolled her eyes upward in a sign
language, which, as Winifred interpreted it, meant
that she wished another private interview.
Lillian's desire for an interview rested on the
fact that the morning's mail had brought her a
letter from her father which had banished her
smiles and hidden her dimples For a longer time
than ever before in her history.
" Winifred," she began in a tragic voice as soon
as the door of the little room, bearing its sign, had
swung shut after them, " Winifred, I'm poverty-
stricken. It may be that I shall be as poor as Army
Blue by and by. It's awful. Read this," thrust-
ing the letter into the other's hands. " I never
dreamed of anything as bad as this oh, dear ! "
Putting her head on Winifred's shoulder she burst
into tears, an unusual process for Lillian.
Winifred read the letter aloud, her face becom-
ing graver with every word. " * I think that I
shall be able to meet all your expenses until the
first of the year/ ' Mr. Antwerp wrote, " ' if you are
very careful. And when I say " careful," I am
afraid I am talking in an unknown tongue to you.
To come down to hard facts, I can allow you only
fifteen dollars spending money a month.'
11 And, oh, Winifred/' sobbed Lillian, " I've
spent more than that every month on car-fare
and candy ! And how am I to get the ring back ?
But go on. Papa speaks about the ring."
" ' It looks probable now/ Winifred read,
" ' that you will be obliged to spend your Christ-
mas vacation in Huntingdon ' " Lillian's home
was in Chicago " ' and, of course, if I am driven
into a corner I can raise enough money on your
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ring to keep you in college. But I hope that will
not be necessary, and, next year, I hope to be on
my feet again.'
" What shall I do about the ring? Papa will
be so out of patience and to think " laughing
hysterically " that instead of paying it to help
Army Blue I ought to have pawned it for myself.
But it's so queer, Winifred I can't be sorry I did
it. I tried to be this morning after the letter
came, you know, when I went up to class. And
right in the hall stood that absurd boy with a
burst of absurd gladness all over his face, waiting
for me to speak to him and I did it again, Wini-
fred.' 1 Lillian hesitated and then confessed, " I
not only bowed but I stopped and talked some to
him and I can't be sorry at all for what I have
done, not even," bravely, " if I am obliged to leave
college next semester/'
Winifred pressed the tearful face against her
shoulder. " But you'll not have to, dear. We shall
find a way out about the ring, or a way, rather, to
get the ring out of pawn. Now that ' Sairy ' Mary
Betts is reigning in the kitchen, I shall have time
to do some thinking about your affairs. A way
will surely open," hopefully.
Lillian sat down and dried her eyes. " If any
one can open it you can," she declared, glancing
in the glass to see the extent of the damage done
by her tears. " And if I don't go home Christmas
he can't see that the ring isn't on my finger/ 3
Then, suddenly, beneath wet lashes, the dimples
appeared. " Army Blue has such nice eyes. They
look at you straight and square I wish he could
go into training for football." It was impossible
for the " blues " to abide long with Lillian.
Long after she was asleep, Winifred lay think-
ing about the ring, the state of its owner's finances,
and her utter inexperience in business matters or
cares attendant on the same. At last the thinker
scrambled into a sitting posture and stared out of
the window. The moonlight lay softly across the
campus, weirdly enhancing the blackness of the
shadows cast by the buildings and the foliage of
Clasping her arms about her knees she nodded
emphatically. " I believe that plan is practical,"
she decided. " It would bring back the ring, at
least, although she would be obliged to wait
months for it. And no one would know whom
she mortgaged it to help. All they need know
was that it was done to help some student."
Snuggling down under her blankets warmly she
made one more decision and then slept. That
decision was not to tell Lillian her idea until
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THE spirit of enthusiasm in regard to the schol-
arship matter grew with the waning of October.
A letter from Mr. Perry asking how soon he should
be obliged to invest the money for the first dupli-
cate scholarship fanned the flame of enthusiasm,
and the race to be the first to report began. This
friendly rivalry was further enhanced by a second
letter which offered to found two scholarships for
the first one reported by any group of students.
By the time this letter was read in chapel all the
Greek letter societies, and many of the eating
clubs whose members did not belong to the Greek
letters had voted to raise the required amount of
money " by hook or by crook," as Inez Bedell, the
stewardess of the Bee Hive, told Winifred.
The Bee Hive was a cheap boarding-house in
which fifty girls took their frugal meals, and when
Clara Pike learned that " by hook or by crook "
they were going to attempt to raise two thousand
dollars, she collected all the samples of lace and
silk which she had been accumulating for the
purpose of choosing an evening dress.
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" I knew that idea'd get me if I didn't watch
out ! " she told her roommate sadly. " I must
have a new coat, because I can't conscientiously
freeze to death, but this little vanity of the spirit
I can forego, I suppose."
" Not having your amount of spending money
I don't see what I can forego at present unless it's
fudge." Erma's tone was also gloomy.
Errna was apt, however, to be somber the day
following too great a consumption of her favorite
sweets. She named this disagreeable state " a fit
of the blues," but her roommate laconically sub-
stituted a less romantic color in the one word,
" biliousness I '
" I presume," said Clara, holding up a bit of
filmy lace, and looking at it longingly, " that the
Bees don't have fudge twice a year. They must
be awfully poor." She dropped the lace slowly
into the waste basket. " Inez Bedell told me that
for breakfast each girl measures out two table-
spoonfuls of cream either on her oatmeal or in
her coffee but that's all she may have -just two.
Isn't that awful ? "
Erma shut her writing desk with a bang.
" They ought to be thankful for the two spoonfuls.
Inez weighs one hundred and thirty if she does a
pound she'd probably get to a hundred and fifty
if she had all the cream she could eat 1 '
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" My ! " observed Clara consolingly as she picked
up the basket and started toward the door. " You
have it worse than usual to-day. I shall expect to
see you a pale yellow by night.' 3
Picking her way carefully down the steep dark
back stairs, she opened the door into the roomy
sunny kitchen and fell over Pete, who insisted on
lying directly in front of the door. Like his mis-
tress the girls had found that Pete was " not one to
be stepped on " with impunity.
Sarah Mary greeted the intruder with a broad
smile. Sarah Mary liked the chapter house, and
all that pertained thereunto. She liked the trim
little maid who regarded her with an awe born of
the fact that she was the possessor of " houses and
lands " the ownership of which she daily repudiated
in song. She liked the students who came and sat
in the kitchen and told her the college gossip and
household news. She liked the white-haired
chaperon, who never interfered with the kitchen
management. She liked the blonde-haired and
sweet-faced stewardess who deferred to her capable
opinion on every point.
Therefore, when Clara fell over Pete she found
Mrs. Betts rolling out cookie dough and singing in
a wheezy tone, " I'm the Child of a King." She
always sang doleful hymns, not because she felt
doleful, but because the tune was always slow and
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gave her an opportunity to catch her breath be-
tween the words.
With great interest she removed a lid of the stove
and superintended Clara's sacrificial offering, her
knob of hair slipping about on the top of her head,
her waist comfortably open at the throat and her
skirt pinned up so high in front that a pair of
bright red stockings were visible half-way to her
" I've got to be generous whether I want to be
or not," Clara told her as the last sample turned
into smoke, " and I can tell you I don't want to be
one bit ! I awfully want a pale blue foulard piped
and trimmed with black. But mamma writes me
that if I'm going to give toward the Alpha Gamma
scholarship it must be out of my allowance hence
" And why," asked Mrs. Betts, returning to her
cookie dough, " should you give if you don't be-
lieve in giving ? '
Clara stepped over Pete carefully. " It's the so-
rority spirit," she answered proudly. " I wouldn't
have Alpha Gamma behind in any matter for any-
thing." She paused, however, her hand on the
stair door. " And, of course, scholarships are much
needed things. One morning in chapel Chancellor
Haight told us that he had been obliged to say
4 no ' to one hundred students who could have en-
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tered college this fall provided they could have re-
ceived tuition free. All those went elsewhere,
probably, where there are lots of free scholarships.
Of course, we want Huntingdon to have everything
that other colleges have."
Mrs. Betts nodded, her hair knob coming to a
rest above her left eye. Then she corrected her-
self. " You do be-lieve in giving, after all ? '
" Of course I do, when it comes right down to
the point." Clara drummed absently on the bot-
tom of the waste basket. " And when I see the Bees
giving and Gussie Barker taking such a load on
herself, I feel sort of little, I tell you ! '
M. Gussie had no inconsiderable share in
strengthening the students' loyalty to their alma
mater and their efforts to meet Huntingdon's
needs. She outdid herself in the matter of effect-
ive editorials, each issue of the Huntingdon Weekly
containing on its opening page an article of com-
ment and exhortation so able and earnest that they
occasioned more than a ripple of interest among
the ranks of the faculty. Moreover, the editorials
had additional weight when the announcement
was made that the management of the Weekly had
agreed to put its shoulder under one scholarship.
Then the fact gradually leaked out that the an-
nouncement was due solely to M. Gussie, who had
insisted on the step, but who also had made her-
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self responsible for the entire amount, because the
majority of the management, being members of
other organizations intent on the same purpose,
had their resources already mortgaged.
" I'll tax mother's friends out in Omaha," she
announced calmly. " I shall send a personal let-
ter to each, telling exactly the amount I wish, and
if that letter is ignored I shall follow it with another
and stronger one. They are able to give, and they
" She's showing what I call a good insurgent
spirit," Landon told Winifred the day M. Gussie's
intentions became known on the Hill. " And, I
say, Winifred, that girl has more go in her than
half the fellows here ! I prophesy that when we're
grubbing along trying to make good out in the
world, she'll be cutting a swath through life wider
than a dozen of the best of us."
Intense action was one of the requirements of
M. Gussie's nature.
" I have to be doing things everlastingly," she
said ruefully as she joined Winifred that same
morning on their way to trigonometry, " or else
my tongue runs away with me." There was a
wistful look in her eyes which no one except Win-
ifred ever saw, and a hesitancy in her manner.
" I guess I'm doing this year exactly as I did last
when when you didn't want me to." But the
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fact that she spoke in a voice so low that it reached
Winifred's ears only showed that Gussie was not
doing exactly " the same."
Winifred merely squeezed the hand held sug-
gestively near her.
" But you know," M. Gussie defended herself,
" I see so many things that need to be changed ;
and the only way to bring about a change is to
agitate history proves that. Reforms come only
by way of agitation, you know/ 5
" Yes, I know it, Gussie," confessed Winifred,
adding, " I believe I'll never try to shut you up
again, you do such good work such effective
work by agitation only only "
Gussie looked at her wistfully again. " Yes, I
know now what you mean. I didn't know last
year at this time. You think that if I must agitate
and I don't seem able to help myself the agita-
tion ought to be "
" Ladylike," supplied Winifred swiftly. " It's
more effective coming from a womanly girl with
M. Gussie sighed, but accepted the interpolation
meekly. " Subdued manners," she realized, were
not her birthright, but must be hers by acqui-
" I believe," she exclaimed at the class room
door, " that I'm more fitted for the pursuits of war
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than of peace ! ' ' and the two girls entered the room
laughing, M. Gussie's handsome face so bright that
more than one student followed her with his gaze,
his face relaxing sympathetically.
The atmosphere of Huntingdon was aiding in
Gussie's recovery, but her energy and her broad
sympathies, acting on a spirit too youthful for per-
fect balance, were prone to cause her to " break out
in a new spot " at any time. It was this proclivity
which was interfering with a plan dear to Wini-
fred's heart and endorsed also by Helen Joyce
Forest. This plan looked toward inviting M.
Gussie to become a member of Alpha Gamma in
place of Shirley Dean, who had left college in her
freshman year, thereby reducing the number in
the Alpha Gamma junior delegation to six. Seven
was the number allowed each class by the rules of
the sorority. Winifred felt sure that her plan
would be forwarded by the Westerner's election to
the important position of literary editor of the
Weekly. But despite the faithful and really
brilliant work she did on that periodical, Alpha
Adelaide Prell summed up the girls' attitude
toward M. Gussie when she said, " I like her awfully
well, and she is as bright as a pile of new dollars !
She'd make a loyal and useful sorority member,
but I'm afraid she'd mortify us to death sooner or
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later. Suppose, for instance, it had been in our
chapter house, at one of our receptions, that she had
told Professor Hershal that all advanced teachers
in the country were declaring for Socialism !
and there he is so steeped in Republicanism that
he acts as though the Keeper of the Golden Gate
himself founded the party ! '
The unfortunate speech recorded on Adelaide's
memory had been made in the hearing of several
students at the reception given the freshman class
shortly after college opened when M. Gussie was
fresh from Omaha.
But Winifred did not lose hope of receiving her
eventually into Alpha Gamma. " Perhaps now,"
she told Rebecca, " when she is attracting the
favorable attention of the faculty and even of
Mr. Perry in this matter of scholarships, the girls
will change their minds."
It was at the last sorority meeting in October
that the Alpha Gamma scholarship plans were
brought to a focus. Several carriages deposited
the " old girls ' at the chapter house door, and
these same devoted alumnse in Alpha Gamma did
a great deal of talking to the active members on
sacrifice and loyalty to the college and the sorority.
They told of the sacrifices which had marked their
own college days when Alpha Gamma was young,
and the chapter house was new and the furnishings
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scanty, and when the college was poorer than it
Finally, Lillian, who had been swallowing and
sniffing sympathetically for several moments,
leaned over and whispered to Belle Eaton in a
choked voice audible across the room, " My
sleeve's so tight that my handkerchief has stuck
where I can't reach it lend me yours, won't you?'
And the speaker wondered why several of her
hearers laughed in the midst of the story of early
privation which she was relating.
After the close of the meeting, when the alumnae
had departed, a dozen girls gravitated toward Wini-
fred's room to discuss the situation and act on the
plan suggested by their visitors. A dozen occu-
pants strained the seating capacity of the stew-
ardess' room to its utmost, even the floor room,
and just as they had got nicely packed in, with
Lillian at the side furthest from the door, Janet
appeared bearing the card tray.
" For Lillian, of course/' guessed Erma. " Is it
her ' gentleman friend ' on the faculty, or just one
of the plain every day students ? ?
The corners of Janet's mouth turned up in spite
of her efforts to keep them severe, as without re-
plying she passed the card over to Lillian. That
is, she dutifully started it, but the first girl into
whose hands it fell held it up and read, " Mr.
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Joseph Amherst Pierce/ 7 and handed it coolly to
Erma Cunningham to use in recording subscrip-
" Girls, how does my hair look ? " asked Lillian,
beginning to step over the sitters who barred her
way on the floor.
" As though you had combed it well yesterday
morning, and slept ever since," replied her chum
Lillian's hand went to her head in distress, and
Winifred hastened to add an unintentional bit of
Job's comfort by saying indignantly, " It looks as
well as usual I '
Then in the midst of the laugh which followed,
she arose so hastily that two freshmen who were
occupying the arms of her chair were nearly
knocked off, and hastened after Lillian. " I'll be
back in a moment, girls," she called over her
shoulder as she ran down the hall.
Lillian, her mouth full of hairpins, looked at
herself seriously in the glass while Winifred told
her something that she had been keeping to her-
self and thinking over for many days. " I believe
we'd better tell the girls first, and enlist their sym-
pathy, and then I am sure the alumnse will not
And Lillian, who had never before been obliged
to call on any one for sympathy in any important
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matter, gazed at Winifred with a forlorn expression
which endured at least two minutes while she as-
sented. " Tell 'em anything you think best, Wini-
fred. I'm glad I'll not be there to hear. You're
a darling and so wise and smart and Does my
hair look nice, dear ? I'm going to put on these
two puffs they are my own hair, so I needn't call
them false, need I ? I tell you, Winifred Lowe, I
shall work like a Trojan to help raise that money.
You may tell the girls that. Tell 'em I shall beg
from every one I know, and a few whom I don't.
Is my dress fastened behind ? There ! I think
I've kept Joseph Amherst waiting long enough to
remind him that he has not called before this
Then, her face wreathed in smiles, she sauntered
down the stairs slowly so that Joseph Amherst
should not be deluded for a moment into thinking
that she was glad to see him or had missed his
calls. Already she had become so accustomed to
her poverty-stricken state that it did not seem to
" dent her serenity," as Rebecca Bicknell put it.
For the girls, although ignorant of the late history
of the ring, had been informed of Mr. Antwerp's
fall among financial thieves.
" It's lots healthier to walk down-town than to
ride," Lillian now declared, and not content with
enjoying the health benefits herself, she imposed
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them on the unwilling Flossie. " Walking takes
off flesh/' she informed that distressed young lady
after a two-mile tramp that morning.
" It probably would," wailed Flossie, " if it
didn't give me such an outrageous appetite. I
just wish, Lillian, that your father would get
his money back again, so you could forget it's
healthy to walk I "
But her father had not his money back again,
and Winifred returned to her crowded room pre-
pared to propose the plan to which she had just
won Lillian's consent. At the door she met Mrs.
Betts, followed by Pete, and in Mrs. Betts' hands
was a large platter of fudge.
" I made it to-day be-tween times," she gasped
smilingly. " I know well enough that it ain't fit
to eat. Shouldn't won-der if you'd want to throw
it all away. I never was no hand to make candy.
Scat, Pete ! What-ever are you doing up here, I
want to know ! "
When Winifred held up the platter before the
open door, a chorus of thanks followed Sarah Mary
Betts down the back stairs. And from the foot her
characteristic reply was wafted back :
" See whether it's fit to eat be-fore you take on
so about it. I never could make good candy. "
The platter having been passed and Mrs. Betts'
deprecatory remarks proved as false as usual, Erma
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Cunningham in an absent-minded manner set the
platter on the floor beside her and, producing a
pencil, rapped on the round of Winifred's chair.
" Girls," she began, " I have decided on my
sacrifice. I can give the fifteen dollars that papa
always gives me to buy Christmas presents."
Adelaide Prell sitting on the edge of the bed
couch suddenly threw herself back with muffled
shrieks of laughter. " Erma's sacrifice ! ' she
gasped when Rebecca had struck her smartly
between the shoulders to prevent strangulation,
" Erma's sacrifice ! I should call it the sacrifice
of the ones who expect the presents ! '
The others, whose earnestness had blinded them
to the point discovered by Adelaide, joined in her
mirth, but Erma, undisturbed, even as to her ex-
pression, ate on until the uproar had subsided.
Then she remarked casually, " I omitted to men-
tion that the money is always given me to make
myself presents I ' ' and the laugh turned on Ade-
Here Rebecca raised her voice above the hub-
bub. " Begin this self-denial business, please, by
denying yourselves the luxury of so much talk.
Keep to the point before the house. M. Gussie
says that the majority of women are in the stone
age yet ; that is, the stone age of business meth-
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11 Humph," exclaimed Clara. " I should say we
are in the gold age. If we can't conduct ourselves
in a businesslike way we can sell the clothes off
v our backs to send some poor student to school.
That's my case at least. Of course, my party dress
never got so far as my back, but my metaphor
holds good just the same."
" Metaphor," scornfully from Punch. " I've
met-her-before as a hyperbole, if I understand
figures of speech.' 1
Erma pounded on the chair round. " See here I
I want more figures now than speeches. We've
got to report this to the alumnus to-morrow, and
I want to know what to report."
" I can give " Winifred was beginning,
when an arm encircled her neck and a hand came
over her mouth.
You shall pledge nothing," declared Flossie.
No," said Erma decidedly, " I shall not put
your name on this paper. You're putting one
student through college now," significantly, " and
that's all you shall be allowed to do."
" Keep your hand over her mouth, Punch, or
she'll contribute in spite of us," directed Rebecca,
and, for some time, Winifred was smothered into
The alumnae had suggested that each girl first
make some sacrifice in order to set the ball roll-
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ing, then that each ask for contributions from
every one on whom she felt she could call. But
when the record of the sacrifices was down in
black and white the resultant sum was pitifully
small when compared with the total which must
be raised if Alpha Gamma hoped to sustain her
place as leader on the Hill.
" It seems to me the alumnae will be obliged to
raise most of it," said Belle Eaton with a wise
" The poor alumnae ! ' commiserated Adelaide.
" It's my opinion they have nothing left to give.
It's something all the time for the college or the
" If only Mr. Lester Dansbury were not in
Europe on his wedding tour," sighed Rebecca
Bicknell. " A few scratches of his pen would
vastly relieve us."
" He signs his name so easily," added Belle re-
" And if only Mrs. Forest were not on her way
to Italy and had not given so much that I should
be ashamed to ask her for any more ! " exclaimed
" And if Lillian's father had not lost his
money " Clara was beginning, when Winifred
interrupted her. It was time for Winifred to give
such portions of the history of Lillian's beautiful
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investment ring as should enable the girls to
understand the request she intended to make. In
the midst of constant interruptions she told the
story, omitting those details which would enable
any one to trace the deed back to Sayles Cooper. .
" There was a poor student," she said, " never
mind whom, a student who would have been
obliged to leave college had she not offered her
ring without the student's knowing it to the
registrar to be redeemed by the payment of the
tuition. She expected to be able to redeem the
ring in a few months out of her monthly allow-
ance, but this failure has overtaken her father,
and now she has no way of paying the tuition.
Her father doesn't know it's not in her possession,
and you know the chancellor has started on his
Western tour, so I can't explain matters to him.
But when the money for our scholarship is raised
why not "
" Oh, yes," interrupted Belle Eaton, seizing the
idea in advance of Winifred's words. " We can
use it to redeem the ring only it will take all the
year, of course, to raise the money ! Lillian was a
dear to help some poor girl."
Winifred discreetly ignored the sex of the re-
cipient of Lillian's bounty, but nodded assent to
Belle's statement. " I don't know yet just how it
can all be arranged, but we can work hard to raise
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the money, and when it is raised there will be a
way to connect it with the ring, I know."
" This will give us an incentive to work,"
chimed in Rebecca Bicknell, " but first I shall
shake Lillian for not telling me about the ring ! "
Back and forth flew the comments, with scraps
of plans and promises, until the maid once more
appeared with the strange announcement, usual,
however, with Janet :
" Miss Lowe, there's some one to see you at the
Winifred went down to the library, and taking
up the receiver called, " Hello ! "
She was surprised when Mrs. Sweet's voice an-
swered her, as Mrs. Sweet had a fixed aversion to
talking into a " hole in the wall."
" Can you come out here to-night and see me ? "
Winifred hesitated. " Why no Mrs. Sweet,
unless it's absolutely necessary. What "
Mrs. Sweet broke in irately : " I can't stand it
another week with that Sayles Cooper a-doin' the
way he does, and I want that you should see about
it do you hear ? "
" Yes, I hear." Winifred's voice indicated bound-
less amazement. " But I don't understand and
what have I to do with Sayles Cooper and what
has he been doing that's so dreadful ? "
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Instead of replying at once Mrs. Sweet cleared
her throat, thumped on the transmitter and did
some indistinct muttering. Then she asked :
" How soon can you come over ? '
" Not until day after to-morrow."
" Humph ! ' came from the other end of the
line. " Well, if you can't, I suppose " and
Winifred was cut off from further communication.
" It's queer," she thought going back up-stairs
slowly ; " I have never mentioned Sayles Cooper's
name to her and what has he done to bring down
her wrath on his head ? Louise said she liked him.
I do hope," anxiously, " that Lillian has not put
the ring in pawn to benefit some one not worth it."
She told the owner of the ring the purport of the
message that evening while she was getting into
her kimono preparatory to studying.
" I know," replied Lillian with an air of quiet
certainty foreign to her, " that Army Blue is all
right, no matter what Mrs. Sweet says. He prob-
ably has forgotten to wipe his shoes, or he has let
the water overflow the bathroom floor, or has
fallen down-stairs in the middle of the night and
scared her stiff "
" I can't conjure up the picture of Mrs. Sweet
scared," smiled Winifred. " But I am inclined to
agree with you that he is true blue and I hope
she can't change my mind."
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THE following afternoon Winifred, hanging her
solitude sign on the outside of her door, seated her-
self in front of the desk and began work on her
junior thesis. Spread out before her were her
note-books filled with wisdom gleaned from her
library reading. Scattered about on the floor, her
lap and the arms of her chair, were piled books
and bound volumes of magazines, all containing
articles bearing on her theme, " Uncle Tom's Cabin
and the Rebellion."
So interested did she become that she forgot
Army Blue and Mrs. Sweet until a familiar voice
at the keyhole startled her.
"No entrance here,"
rhymed the voice,
" it doth appear.
A learned seer perhaps is near.
Must I depart,
Oh, dear of heart?'
No, you needn't ! 7 ' called Winifred struggling
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to extricate herself from the evidences of seerdom.
" I'll let you in in just a minute."
" Don't hurry/' returned Louise politely. "I
have plenty to amuse me out here two kinds of
pills, smelling salts and some cough drops. ' : She
was caught in the act of consuming one of the
latter when the door opened.
" Louise Wallace, you have a cold ! ' accused
" Oh, no ! ' Louise airily waved her hand as she
sauntered in and perched herself on the arm of the
big chair. " I am merely for a brief season revers-
ing the laws of nature by breathing through my
mouth and talking through my nose I '
" Where did you catch it ? "
" Which my nose or my mouth? 5 ' innocently.
" I believe that other people are supposed to be in
the habit of ' catching it ' from my mouth. At
least Cousin Anne tells me so. There's nothing
cheering about myself that I don't hear from my
relatives sooner or later.' 1
" Poor Louise ! " commiserated Winifred, " and
here you are about to add still other relatives unto
your present numerous supply."
Louise visibly brightened, and throwing off
her coat settled down comfortably into the chair
and applied the smelling salts to her nose.
" Winifred/' confidentially, " one reason why I am
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marrying Ashley is that he has so few blood connec-
tions. He professes to regret it, but I tell him not
to worry mine will make up all deficiencies 1 '
" You know/' protested Winifred, " that you
would marry Mr. Grey if his relatives were as thick
as as the trees in the forest.' 5
" Surely," assented Louise glibly ; " especially
if they were as stationary as trees, so I could run
away from them ! Cousin Anne says I'm not
marrying in the right spirit. She says that in her
day girls did not discuss the men they married
until after they married 'em. I added that last
phrase myself in order to tell the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth."
The mention of Mrs. Sweet's name recalled her
telephone message, and Winifred abruptly changed
the subject. " Please tell me, Louise, what Sayles
Cooper has been doing to offend your cousin ? "
" It's what he has not been doing. It is a sin of
omission this time, instead of commission."
Winifred left her chair and sat down on a low
stool in front of her caller. " Omission of what ? "
" Food ! "
" ' Food,' " repeated Winifred. " What do you
mean ? Hasn't he enough to eat ? "
Louise shook her head. " My worthy cousin
has investigated. She doesn't own it, but I know.
She has investigated through the keyhole and a
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crack in the door and in his larder itself your
old dry goods boxes which have endured as cup-
boards for that room even unto this day. Of
course she investigated the boxes when Cooper
was absent. But the thing which exasperates her,"
Louise dropped her bantering tone, " is the fact
that he won't let her feed him. I expect that the
emptier his stomach gets the prouder he becomes,
until by the time its walls are ready to whack to-
gether he won't even look at a cold bite if any one
throws it at him/ 3
Winifred rested her troubled face on her palms.
Her thoughts flew back to her own efforts at light
housekeeping. It was not easy work for her whom
nature had patterned for a housekeeper how
then could a young man
She looked up suddenly. " Just what has Mrs.
Sweet in mind ? Why should she have telephoned
to me ? "
Louise pursed out her lips. " My dear, Cousin
Anne sent me here to-day with instructions just
what to say to you. It amounts to the same as the
government instructing its ambassadors. But you
know that often said ambassadors exceed their in-
structions I came intending to exceed mine."
" How awfully mysterious you are," cried Wini-
fred in a tone of lively curiosity.
" It's meet that I should be," explained Louise
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gravely, " for a conspiracy has been made against
" And who are the conspirators? '
" My Cousin Anne and your own Sairy Mary
Betts. Therefore, I shall proceed to reveal the
conspiracy in full that you may be prepared when
Sairy Mary broaches the subject. But don't you
let on," with a sudden descent to slanginess, " that
I gave away the inner workings of the plan "
" Do stop talking, and tell me what it is," inter-
Louise stared at her severely and took another
cough drop. " You are asking the impossible.
But, never mind, I shall go on by going back. It
seems that the only thing about the chapter house
that ' Sairy ' doesn't adore is your coal and ashes
" Oh, yes I ' ' interrupted Winifred. " His duties
began two weeks ago."
" Exactly so, and according to your cook he is
a bloated aristocrat in the coal and ashes line. It
seems that she was on the eve of complaining of
him when her eye rested on Sayles Cooper, and
he appeared goodly in her sight."
" But she has not mentioned to me "
Louise waved her hand for silence. " It doth
appear that the present lord of your heating plant
is so surfeited with work in other places that he
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can't do justice to all. He jumps down your cellar
stairs, scatters coal and ashes all over your cellar
bottom without ' redding up,' does not sufficiently
replenish the fuel in your furnace, and tracks ashes
up the stairs and street dirt down. Mrs. Betts was
about to give notice when "
" Oh, Louise ! ' Winifred's tone overran with
dismay. " So soon ? '
" My dear," Louise leaned forward soothingly,
" she intended to give notice for the coal and ashes
boy, not herself ! '
" Oh ! All right ! "
" But the situation is to be saved," Louise con-
tinued, " and Sayles Cooper saved, also, by install-
ing him in your cellar. Cousin Anne vouches for
him that he will be grateful, polite to Sairy Mary
Betts, and will perform with promptness, despatch
and cleanliness the duties pertaining to his high
Winifred clapped her hands. " Mrs. Betts shall
have him if he will come."
" He'll come fast enough. He goes out work-
hunting every day, but you see he came so late
that the jobs have been snapped up. But "
raising her voice as she saw Winifred was about to
interrupt " that's not all the features of the con-
spiracy which those two have entered into against
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" Let me hear them all," urged Winifred.
" Well, now I'll go back and bring up the
arrears in my tale again. Mrs. Betts tells my
worthy relative that enough is wasted in this
house to feed two no, don't ruffle your plumage
like that. The waste is unavoidable. For in-
stance, you have a pudding for dinner. There is
some of it left over but not enough to go on the
table the next day. See ? And it's the same with
other things. Now, as ' Sairy ' and Anne have
arranged it, you will be requested to help the
shrinking lad out remember I am speaking in
terms of physique when I say ' shrinking ' -by
fixing his stipend at food instead of pence/ 1
Winifred wrinkled her forehead. A dubious
expression on her face caused Louise to laugh.
" You don't know yet what you have in the
person of Sarah Mary Betts, she that was a Davis.
Sarah Mary is a planner a twister a contriver.
She says to Cousin Anne, says she, ' If that little
Miss Lowe will let me do it I can provide for the
boy at the kitchen table, and it shan't cost that
) house half what it would to pay him in solid
" That sounds hopeful/' murmured Winifred
" Sairy Mary says, says she/ 5 Louise went on,
" ' I'll save the odds and ends and contrive for
that lad dishes that shall keep the breath of life
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in 'im and the flesh on his bones, I can have his
breakfast ready for 'im when he comes to empty
the ashes, his dinner when he comes to fill the
heater at midday, and his supper when he comes
to red up and fill up at night, always/ adds Sairy
Mary, ' if I'm allowed to.' And, Winifred, she
is as good as her word.' 3
" But, Louise, ought I to let her take on herself
the extra work "
" Law suz, child," wheezed the other in an
excellent imitation of Mrs. Betts, " she'll be de-
lighted to sit by and see him fill up. I never met
any one with such a mania for filling people up.
I believe she lives to cook."
Because of Louise's full revelation of the con-
spiracy, Mrs. Betts found in Winifred a very
attentive and docile listener that evening when
she complained of the present coal and ashes boy,
who was also a student. With many short and
labored breaths she set a lamp on her scrubbed
floor and pointed triumphantly to the shoe shapes
preserved in ashes between the cellar and the out-
side doors. Then she opened the cellar door to
reveal the dirt mixed with ashes littering the
"Those stairs I've not touched to-day just on
pur-pose to show you/' she explained. " They was
well washed yesterday, though, and in order to
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keep 'em re-spectable I could wash 'em three times
a day. Would you stand that ? '
" No, I wouldn't/' replied Winifred soberly.
" Why don't* you scold him ? '
Mrs. Betts threw up her hands and sank into
her rocker, leaving the lamp on the floor to cast
an accusing light on the ashes. Pulling up the
front of her skirt she crossed her feet on the low
stool which always stood against the wall and
laughed. While she was still a Davis, Sarah
Mary had been possessed of dimples and was con-
sidered the prettiest girl in Green Valley. The
dimples had disappeared, swallowed up in flesh.
But a certain engaging comeliness of face and
manner remained. When she smiled, which was
frequently, the girls, who had fallen into the habit
of invading the kitchen during their leisure mo-
ments, failed to notice the angle which her knob
of hair described with her nose. When she talked,
her pleasant good-natured voice caused her lis-
teners to forget her loss of waist line, while her
appreciation of humor was not the least among
the lodestones of her disposition.
Therefore she laughed at Winifred's question.
" Scold ! ' she ejaculated. " Law suz, child,
you don't know what you're talk-ing about.
Might as well talk about scolding a streak of
greased light-ning. Three times a day that door/'
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she pointed to the outer one, " busts open with a
snap that makes me lose my breath, and that boy
is a-jumpin' down the cel-lar stairs a-scattering
dirt all the way. Then there comes the awfullest
rattle-te-banging you ever heard and the eel-lar
doors busts open again and that streak comes up
a'most hid in the worst cloud of ashes you ever
see the whole cel-lar is filled with that same
cloud and he's gone be-fore I can up and say
Jack Robin-son ! Then I go down and finish up
his work, for I don't want no fro-zen girls on my
hands, Any-way, what's needed ain't scold-ings,
but a new boy.' 5
With this diplomatic twist, Mrs. Betts unfolded
the other part of her plan and received Winifred's
Shortly after this talk Mrs. Anne Sweet was
reconciled to being called to the obnoxious " hole
in the wall : b}^ hearing Winifred's voice. And
Winifred asked her if she would kindly invite
Sayles Cooper to stop at the chapter house in the
morning and interview Mrs. Betts.
" I guess for once," thought Mrs. Sweet, climb-
ing the stairs to the room of Army Blue, " that
Louisy done as she was told.' !
When Winifred, who had outlined to the girls
the course of events which were transpiring in re-
gard to the lord of the cellar, was getting ready for
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bed that night, Lillian came in merely to tell her
that she was a dear, and that it was not so bad to
be poor after all ! Lillian was attired in a beauti-
ful silk kirnono, and was finishing a box of expen-
sive chocolates which she had purchased that day
to celebrate the arrival of another fifteen dollar al-
As the purchaser heaped the candy in a bonbon
dish on the desk, Winifred, combing her long hair,
wondered how it would seem to be in the state of
poverty which admitted the possession of such a
monthly sum for pin money. Out of it she could
during the year have made both financial ends
meet as well as to redeem the ring. But she well
knew Lillian could not.
" Isn't it queer," her caller mused, " how we
seem fated to get all mixed up with Army Blue ?
I hope he doesn't go up and down the cellar stairs
like a streak and pay no attention to Mrs. Betts.
Isn't she a dear ? I wrote home that I loved to
talk with her and mother wrote back that she had
suspected for some time that I was getting very
strange ideas, and now she knew ! She doesn't
understand the situation here, you see, at all. Mrs.
Betts is such a far cry from our old mammy cook
at home. Isn't she lovelv, Winifred, to cook
separate meals for him and fuss over him ? '
Very thankfully Sayles Cooper consented to be
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fussed over. He wondered a little at the strange
ways of this chapter house, for no other, as he
found, boarded its chore boy. But Mrs. Betts had
put the proposition to him in a businesslike way as
coming from the stewardess, and the boy did not
quarrel with his pleasant fate. As the oldest
sorority on the Hill, Alpha Gamma had the right
to lead in any innovation it pleased, even to
paying for its cellar work in meals especially
such palatable meals as were served by Mrs.
One day, shortly after his installation, Winifred
and Rebecca were walking up to college, followed
by Beau Brown and Landon Stearns. In front of
the Hall of Languages they met Army Blue.
There was no shrinking in the boy's manner, nor
covert expression in his glance to indicate that he
thought the position he held in the chapter house
marked any difference socially between the resi-
dents thereof and himself. He had been introduced
to both girls in the cellar, which they were in-
specting and where he was shoveling ashes. That
the introduction had occurred in front of a coal
bin and not in the parlor apparently did not con-
cern him. He looked to them confidently for rec-
ognition and he was not disappointed.
" I wonder/' said Rebecca casually over her
shoulder to the boys, " why he has come out such
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a day as this without his overcoat." She spoke
with her muff against her cold ear.
" Probably he hasn't had time to take it out of
its moth-balls yet/' returned the Beau in gentle
sarcasm. Since associating with M. Gussie, the
Beau had affected to find the majority of the girls
on the Hill slightly frivolous.
Landon drew his cap further over his forehead
the better to meet the cutting north wind which
swept over the Hill with a promise of immediate
winter. " I know there are such things as students
starving and freezing for the sake of an education,
but I've never met it here unless " he jerked
his head backward to indicate the blue-clad figure
turning in at the Alpha Gamma Chapter House.
Rebecca looked appealingly at Winifred. " He's
just joking us, too, isn't he? '
" Of course he is," the Beau assured her before
Winifred could reply. " I don't doubt Cooper has
discarded overcoats because he is a dress reformer
or a sun worshiper and it's a part of his religion
not to put too much vile woolen and cotton be-
tween himself and the healing, uplifting rays of
" In that case," Landon rejoined, " a good old
Huntingdon wind like this would blow any queer-
ness in the way of principles out of him and blow
him into an overcoat if he has one," and both
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boys, raising their hats, rounded the corner of the
Hall of Languages and went on to the gymnasium.
A few moments later, Rebecca interrupted her
note- taking to write in her tablet, " Isn't the
Beau getting perfectly obnoxious and did they
really mean that Sayles Cooper has no overcoat ? '
It was a question which Winifred lay in wait
in the hall that afternoon to propound to Landon.
" Of course I don't know/ 5 Landon told her,
" but I've begun to suspect that he hasn't."
" I should think," began Winifred indignantly,
" that some of you men had old ones."
" The trouble with that chap is," interrupted
Landon, " you don't give him things easily. I
that is -we football fellows tried it a little in a
way with him several days ago. He won't ac-
cept favors nor run in debt nor play ball so
what are you going to do ? :
" Think of a way out," returned Winifred
Landon regarded her ruefully. " I wish I had
" Well, I don't ! " still more promptly. " I need
every dram of it myself. People who have means
don't need so much
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Brains thanks awfully," supplemented Lan-
don. " You're always throwing my dad's money
at my head which is more than he does ! " and
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the two walked down the hall laughing, Army
Blue not being referred to again.
That night after dinner the Alpha Gamma
juniors were, to a girl, smitten with a desire for
pop-corn, and Winifred was sent as a delegate to
the kitchen to " see how the land lay.' 3
" It's all right, girls," she reported, " provided
we wait until he which pronoun stands for Army
Blue has eaten his dinner and departed. Until
then no horde may invade Mrs. Betts' domain."
His dinner looked very appetizing as it lay on
the kitchen table. There was a white cloth which
Sarah Mary had brought from home, and in the
middle of the table was her own " Rochester
burner," which gave, according to its owner, the
best artificial light shed abroad in two counties.
The dishes were not of the thick kitchen variety,
but were culled from the dining-room cupboards.
" He'll eat like a Christian, so long as I pro-vide
for 'im," quoth Mrs. Betts to Janet.
And if the table looked like the table of a Chris-
tian, the food tasted even more Christian-like.
Army Blue, being keen of eye, saw the neatness
and brightness beforehim, and beingkeen of appetite
did such ample justice to the food, disguised left-
overs from the day before, that Mrs. Betts thought
it was worth while doing for " such as him/ 3
When he arose from the table arid turned
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toward the door he lingered a moment arranging
his books in the crook of his arm and turning up
his coat collar. Then with his hand on the door-
knob and a strangely affectionate expression on
his square face he asked respectfully, " Mrs. Betts,
have you any boys of your own ? '
" Law, no ! " she returned brusquely. " What 'ud
I want with a boy a-track-ing in the dirt?" but
she turned abruptly, nevertheless, and went into
the dining-room, stopping there a moment doing
nothing before announcing to the juniors in the
library that the coast was clear. For Mrs. Betts
had wanted boys and girls a houseful to cook
for and work for and spoil and love. It was the
emptiness of the house in Green Valley which had
driven her away with Pete and Druisy. Pete and
Druisy went as far as a cat and a bird could go
toward filling her heart but her heart was so large
that there were not cats nor birds enough in the
world to occupy it exclusively.
Her eyes were a trifle moist as she announced
to the juniors that the coast was clear.
" Mercy ! " responded Belle Eaton. " It ought
to be clear by this time, also every dish in the
house I How that boy must eat ! '
A moment later the popper was flying back and
forth over the red hot stove while Lillian shelled
corn beside the table. She had volunteered to
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perform this disagreeable service, saying that the
poverty stricken must learn to work.
Whereupon Rebecca giggled heartlessly and
pointed to Lillian's slim and tapering fingers.
" Enlarge 'em," suggested Rebecca, " by dusting
and sweeping our room, and don't leave it for me
to do. Remember it's your turn to-morrow."
Lillian frowned. " I believe, Reb Bicknell, you'd
be glad to see my fingers so big that I couldn't
wear my ring if I ever get it back again ! '
" Cheer up," advised Winifred from the broad win-
dow sill beneath Druisy's cage. " I met Mrs. Willow
this morning, and she said a friend of hers had sent
her twenty-five dollars. That makes let's see."
" You don't have to see I know." Clara Pike
arose on her tiptoes and rattled off the sum in
one breath. " Three hundred and twenty-five dol-
lars and seventy-five cents."
" We're getting along so slowly," complained
Erma, who sat on the floor stroking Pete. " I've
begged of every one that I know is worth two
cents or over, and I've collected exactly five dol-
lars. The last man I asked to contribute said the
college had squeezed him already until he felt
like a dry sponge, and another man said I evi-
dently didn't realize that the winter promised to
be one of unusual financial depression."
Lillian rolled her eyes upward and amended
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hollowly : " The promise is already fulfilled in
my case ! ' She managed to get a deal of amuse-
ment out of her " poverty-stricken : state, albeit,
under the fun, lay the first real anxiety she had
" The Psi U's are going to give an historical ball
in January, I heard to-day," from Winifred. " Old
costumes, you know, with tickets a dollar each.
Proceeds to go toward their scholarship."
" Three hundred and twenty-five dollars and
seventy-five cents/' repeated Belle. " How much
does that leave to be raised ? '
Clara again arose promptly on her toes. " Six-
teen hundred seventy-four dollars and twenty-five
cents I want some more pop-corn/ 3
" Wait until it's your turn, piggie-wiggie," re-
torted Belle Eaton, who was wielding the popper.
" I haven't had a mouthful yet myself."
Mrs. Betts, in her comfortable rocker, was shak-
ing like a glass of her own jelly. Mrs. Betts had
fallen in love with the girl of nowadays as she was
found at the Alpha Gamma Chapter House, gay,
democratic, and S3^mpathetic.
" Boo-hoo ! Boo-hoo ! " came a chorus of wails
from the top of the stairs. " We want some pop-
corn n-o-vv. 3
" Quick," whispered Winifred. " It's Flossie.
Lock the door."
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There was a general scramble both in the
kitchen and on the stairs which resulted in the
turning of three keys, barring the way into the
kitchen from back stairs, dining-room and out-of-
" There's more than one piggie-wiggie in there,"
came the declaration from the dining-room door
in Punch's voice. " And I know of several juniors
who won't sleep well to-night, so there ! '
" What will they do? " asked Mrs. Betts.
" Oh, fix up our beds in some outlandish way,"
replied Belle cheerfully. " Here, you Rebel," to
Rebecca, " take this popper and see how it goes to
fry your face. I'm going to eat corn."
She sat down on the footstool at Mrs. Betts' feet
and placed her panful of corn in the lap which
presented, however, so steep a slope that the pan
would have catapulted to the floor had Belle not
held it. " Now, eat ! " she commanded.
" Law, child, I haven't eaten pop-corn since I
got my teeth."
Belle looked up in unfeigned amazement.
" Mrs. Betts, do you mean to tell me that you ate
pop-corn before you had any teeth?'
Whereupon Sarah Mary shook so violently that
the pop-corn rattled over the edge of the pan and
was scattered on the floor while her knob of hair
rioted back and forth across the top of her head.
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" Law sakes, child, I mean false teeth, and not
teeth like your little white ones."
Just as the girls, having " red up' the muss
they had made, were departing, a belated cry of,
" News here, News fer two cents," traveled along
the walk and sent Winifred to unlock the door.
Winifred had lingered in obedience to sundry
signs from Mrs. Betts.
Newsy entered bringing with him his usual
assurance without his usual cheerfulness. He
walked in and, uninvited, climbed on Mrs. Betts'
''baking stool' whose height barely allowed her
feet to touch the floor, much less Newsy's. If the
boy's manner betokened less opulence than usual,
his dress indicated more.
" Why, Newsy," exclaimed Winifred, " have you
had a fortune befall you ? '
" Nope ! ' rejoined Newsy, drawing the back of
a grimy hand across his nose.
Since his mother's death, he had lived with an
aunt who exacted half of his earnings and turned
him in with her brood of six. He had, however,
in the place of Mr. Lester Dansbury, absentee,
constituted Landon Stearns as his guardian.
Since the latter had decked him out in such an
abundance of crepe, he had attached himself to
the young man, calling at the Psi Upsilon Chapter
House almost daily, invading Landon's room, and
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doing small services therein uninvited but not un-
thanked. The inhabitant of the room he admired
in all things and emulated in some. The " some,"
however, did not extend to perpetual cleanliness.
When he made his trip to the Hill late in the day
his face and hands bore the evidence of remote
ablutions only. But when Landon remonstrated
with him he exclaimed with conviction :
" Once a day's enough to wash. When I gits
ready fer school mornin's I scrubs good'n plenty
and then I quits. I have to earn me livin'," with
an important emphasis on the " I."
Mrs. Betts, having purchased a paper, disap-
peared into the pantry. Newsy's eyes lit up as
he watched this manceuver, which was evidently
not a new one. And when she reappeared bear-
ing a generous piece of pumpkin pie his spirits
"I bought these duds," he boasted. "They is
the first I ever had that didn't come off some
The duds consisted of a new overcoat, trousers
and under coat with a new cap of such generous
proportions that it nearly set on the tops of the
child's outstanding ears. Thick gloves completed
" Are they paid for ? " questioned Mrs. Betts.
Newsy's eyes fell, and he slid off the chair. " I
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must be goin'," he said, and, without answering
the question, departed rapidly.
" Now, what's that boy been up to? " demanded
Mrs. Betts in a concerned voice. " I never seen
him act like that.' 3
"Nor I," assented Winifred. " I'll ask Landon
to-morrow." Then she glanced up anxiously at
the clock, adding, " What was it, Mrs. Betts, that
you wanted to see me about ? "
Sarah Mary, her day's work done, unpinned the
front of her skirt and carefully smoothed out the
wrinkles as she sat down in her rocker, her feet
elevated to the stool. She was smiling so broadly
that the spots where dimples had once asserted
themselves sank below the surrounding surfaces.
" It come to me in mind," she began, leaning
back and folding her hands, " when you girls was
a-talkin' about raising money for that scholarship.
May-be it wouldn't do a bit of good to try, and then
ag-ain, mebby it would. And if you girls can't
do any-thing with him, it's pos-sible I could throw
in a little word that would help. Of course, it
may-be I don't know Mose Carter, and then ag-ain
mebby I do ! "
With this comprehensive preamble Sarah Mary
Betts proceeded to reveal what had come to her
" in mind."
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" WHEN I get hold of a piece of news it fairly
smokes out of my pores till I can find a chance to
tell it," Belle Eaton exclaimed one day, " but
Winifred Lowe can go about all day complacently
with a whole charge of dynamite curled up snugly
under her tongue 1 '
Whether the idea put forth by Sarah Mary Betts
would eventually prove dynamite or smoke Wini-
fred had no way of knowing. " But to me it looks
more like smoke," she told herself dubiously.
This was one reason she was in no hurry to tell it.
Another was that all the day following its unfold-
ing she was unusually busy.
Not until ten in the evening, therefore, did she
open her door, take in the solitude sign, and go
forth intent on gathering together a suitable audi-
ence. The hall was but dimly lighted, the gas
jet at the head of the stairs having been turned
Further down the hall, however, a door was open,
emitting not only light but strange sights and
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sounds. These sights and sounds came from the
room occupied by Punch and Flossie, and in the
doorway hung the latter young lady, kimono clad,
and with waving slippered feet.
11 Are you committing suicide ? ' demanded
All the reply Flossie made was to fall to the
floor, pant a moment, push a stool forward, mount
it, grasp the lintel of the door, kick the stool from
under, and to the accompaniment of " One, two,
three," droned out by her roommate, dangle as
long as her plump round arms could stand the
strain. Then she dropped panting on her feet and
continued her downward motion until she sat in a
heap on the rug, her face red from her strenuous
" Winifred Lowe," she gasped, " be thankful
every day of your life that you're right down lean,
and don't have to do such barbarous things to
yourself in order to wear one dress six months."
" As it is," retorted Winifred, " I wear one some-
thing less than six years. Where are all the girls ?
I have something to tell."
Three doors flew open simultaneously. " Have
you any news that won't keep? "asked Rebecca
Bicknell's sleepy voice from the bed where she lay
reading history. It was Lillian who opened the
door, and Lillian who added, " I ought to study
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some but come right in here, because this room
is the biggest. What have you heard ? '
Adelaide Prell appeared hugging a dictionary in
one arm and a novel in the other. Crossing the
hall in two long strides she fell into the easiest
chair the room afforded, saying coolly, " I came
early to get a front seat/ 5
Following Punch limped Flossie and, with many
groans over the soreness of her muscles, lay down
gingerly beside Rebecca. " I don't know which is
the most killing," she sighed, " to diet or to exer-
cise. I guess I was born to be fat, and sometimes
I feel I am flying right into the face of Providence
to try and get lean/ 1
" Try to get lean," corrected Clara Pike severely.
" Where did you study grammar ? I can't say
The Sin Twisters had come in together, their
heads a mass of curl papers and their faces obscured
by the clouds which were wont to linger there
whenever there was any studying to be done.
" There are more important things in life than
grammar," began Flossie, with a dignity which im-
mediately merged into a groan as Rebecca's elbow
hit her strained and aching arm.
" What's going on here ? " asked Belle Eaton,
appearing with a bathrobe over her night-dress,
and her eyes showing the effects of a first nap.
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" Winifred is about to go on. She is full of
something that we will never hear if you folks
don't hurry and get yourselves fixed ! " Lillian
punctuated her words by pushing Belle down
on the foot of the bed and jerking Marguerite
Southy, a senior, into the room so suddenly
that her glasses flew off. " Now, Winifred, what \
" It's Sairy Mary Betts and the scholarship fund,
and Moses Carter, who used to be one of Sarah
Mary's ' steadies/ according to Mrs. Sweet.' 3
The Sin Twisters, scenting romance, sat up so
alertly that all their curl papers were set in motion,
but romance was not Winifred's theme.
" To make a long story short " she began.
" Who wants it made short? " Erma interrupted.
" Tell all there is to tell."
" This Moses Carter, then, is a rich farmer who
lives some five miles out of the city on the Lake
Road. He has a big dairy farm of blooded stock,
and sells registered milk 3 ?!
" Is that a kind of patent milk ? " asked Flossie
" It is," recited Clara glibly. " It's warranted
under the Pure Food Law to reduce flesh at the
rate of five pounds per quart at a dollar per.' 3
When order was restored and Winifred had ex-
plained that registered milk means that milk and
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barns and animals are in the best sanitary condi-
tion possible, she continued :
" This Carter is a bachelor on account of Sarah
Mary's changing her name from Davis to Betts
instead of to Carter my authority being Mrs.
Sweet. But ' be that as it may be/ as Mrs. Sweet
says, Mr. Carter has lately announced that he in-
tends to give away five thousand dollars before he
Lillian sprang to her feet and made a wild rush
toward her wardrobe door. " Give me my hat
and coat," she cried. " I want to get to the Lake
Road before that five thousand is all gone."
Winifred raised her voice above the uproar
which followed. " Wait until to-rnorrow, Lillian,
and you can go and beg in dead earnest, for that
is what Mrs. Betts wants us to do she wants us
to ask him for the rest of the money for our
" Saying he'd give five thousand and giving it
ain't exactly like Moses Carter," Mrs. Betts had
told Winifred, " and yet ag-ain, it ain't unlike
him. He is always doing un-heard-of things, but
up to this time givin' away money hasn't been
am-ong 'em.' ;
Then she had laughed until her sides shook.
" He says the cap-tains of industry in this
country have begun to give a-way the money
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they leave before they're dead and as he is a cap-
tain of the farm indus-try he's goin' to go and do
like-wise. And he's put up a new schoolhouse out
near Cartersville, and give the Presbyterians on
the Green Valley Road a new bell, so I guess he's
going to do as he says, and I want that you should
go and try for the rest of that fifteen hundred."
Therefore, in a conclave which became earnest
before midnight when all the girls in the house
were gathered into Lillian's room, it was decided
that Adelaide, Lillian and Winifred should go
forth on the morrow and " try."
" You can't do more than fail, girls," said Mar-
guerite Southy adjusting her glasses. " It is at
least an opening, and it seems necessary for us
to take advantage of every possibility Alpha
Gamma is so far behind in this matter of the
" And so much depends on our success/' added
Lillian mournfully, looking down at the third
finger of her right hand. A worried frown ap-
peared between her eyes. The absence of that
ring gave her many an anxious hour, and she
never passed the door of the registrar's office
now without a guilty feeling that he might ap-
pear and demand the redemption of her property.
The day following, directly after dinner, the
three started forth to " beard the lion in his den,
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the Douglas in his hall," as Winifred chanted on
the way to the kitchen where they went to ask
Mrs. Betts for a parting word of advice.
Hitching up the front of her dress, Sarah Mary
shook her finger at them emphatically. " Take
Moses as he comes, and don't let him mad you I '
After the girls had reached the street, Winifred
ran back and put her head in at the kitchen door.
" Mrs. Betts," she asked, " shall we tell Mr. Carter
that you sent us ? '
Mrs. Betts, feeding Druisy, did not look around,
but her shoulders heaved. " Not un-less you have
to. Moses, he has been trying to find out by Anne
Sweet where I am. He knows I'm in a chapter
house, and that's all."
There was but little conversation among the
trio on the way through the city and out on the
Lake Road trolley. Occasionally Lillian would
break forth with the quotation, " ' Take Moses
as he comes, and don't let him mad you 1 '
This detached sentence would elicit a giggle from
the others, only to be followed by a rather de-
Thus they came to the end of the trolley line
five miles beyond the boundaries of the city.
Then, being directed by the motorman, they
walked along the country road, snow covered,
in the direction of a group of buildings which
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the motorman called " Cartersville." The group
stood at the end of the valley against the hills
which surrounded the lake. There were pictur-
esque red barns two stories high and square. There
were flaming yellow barns low and long and many
windowed ending in tall round towers silos, as
Adelaide explained to the mystified Lillian.
" They hold fodder for cattle," she explained ;
" corn and stuff all ground up and moist. The
yellow ones must be cow barns and the red ones
horse barns see ? The weather-vanes are horses,
and there is a long hen-house with all the south
side in windows. Its weather-vane is a rooster.
Why, girls, he certainly is a captain of the farming
industry, and that's no joke ! '
Cartersville lay in the midst of a farm of four
hundred acres of valley land, rich and well culti-
vated. Here and there among the barns, and
plainly second to them in the owner's estimation,
stood the tenement houses, neat and white.
But it was the owner's residence which pres-
ently threw the rest of Cartersville into deep
shadow. The girls turned in at a small gate set
in a picket fence which evidently surrounded a
large yard, although the enclosure was so full of
hemlocks growing, their branches untrimmed,;
close to the ground, that the eye could not pierce
the foliage. A narrow, raised board walk wound
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deviously from the gate, a necessary guide through
the labyrinth of evergreens that shut out the sight
of the cheerful barns, the beautiful hills, the fertile
valley and even the welcome blue of the sky.
As the trio advanced single file, their feet re-
sounding hollowly on the raised planks, Winifred
in the rear shivered and mumbled :
" I feel like saying with the poet, ' Good-bye,
vain world, good-bye.'
" It's creepy, that's what it is," whispered Ade-
laide, as a wind caused the trees enfolding them to
A sharp turn in the walk brought them in front
of double doors set in a great square stone house
painted white. The stones were jagged and irreg-
ular, firmly cemented together. The walls were
evidently of great thickness, as shown by the
casing of the double doors. The windows were
narrow and high, and the big brazenly white pile
was unrelieved even by a porch, while against the
sides scraped and moaned the hemlocks, stretch-
ing themselves across the windows as though jeal-
ous of the entrance of the sun.
" I'm looking for a drawbridge and a moat,"
whispered Lillian, nervously putting out her hand
toward the bell-knob as she glanced half fearfully
about the place.
They stood in the extension of the deep door-
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sill, huddled together and speaking in hushed
tones. " We ought to have brought Mrs. Munroe
with us," said the senior in a worried tone. " I
never thought of a chaperon. I'm afraid the other
seniors won't approve.' 1
" Too late to repent now/' muttered Lillian as
she gave the heavy bell-knob a great wrench.
The result was so appalling that the three backed
precipitately off the sill and stood staring and
gasping on the door-stone. For from beneath their
feet, seemingly, the jangle of the bell echoed and
reechoed and thundered as no door-bell ever thun-
dered before. Away from their immediate vicin-
ity rolled the sound, increasing in volume until
the whole interior of the house was filled with the
echoes and thunders.
" I'm going to run/' exclaimed Lillian, half
laughing and half crying. " Bluebeard must live
in here, or else Giant Despair," and she had
actually turned to flee when half of the door
swung back and a very prosaic and rather slat-
ternly girl presented herself.
" We we should like to see Mr. Carter/' stam-
The girl smiled. " Have you ever rung that
bell before? " she asked shrewdly.
" No," Lillian burst out, " and I never want to
again ! '
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At this the girl threw her head back and laughed
outright. " I don't blame you. It scared me out
of a year's growth when I first come. It's fixed
to ring under the floor down cellar, because Mr
Carter found it would echo better down there."
" Well, what does he want it to echo for ? "
asked Lillian, still indignant. She could not for-
give the bell the fright it had given her.
" Oh, that's Mr. Carter," replied the girl care-
lessly. " You set down here, and I'll try and get
'im for you."
She went out and closed the door behind her,
leaving the girls in an immense gloomy room
which was already steeped in twilight, although
it was scarcely two o'clock. It was low and yel-
low of ceiling, and its walls were covered with
paper aged and curiously patterned. Across the
paper's dingy background pranced a black horse
bearing a wonderful rider booted and spurred and
plainly bent on the destruction of a cluster of red
roses that, from an artistic standpoint, merited
" We are certainly in a prehistoric house," whis-
pered Lillian. She meant colonial, but no one
noticed the mistake, all being under the influence
of a curious spell.
" Look at the grandfather's clock," ejaculated
Winifred, who sat between Lillian and Adelaide
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on a high-backed, uncushioned mahogany settee
standing at right angles to the immense fireplace.
" It's a great-grandfather's clock," corrected
The mahogany piece in question stood, ceiling
high, between the narrow, uncurtained front win-
dows, ticking off time loudly as it had ticked since
its present owner's great-grandmother brought it
over from Switzerland. There was but little fur-
niture to relieve the wilderness of space which the
apartment presented ; a few ponderous armchairs,
a variety of guns on racks against the walls, a
closed desk beside the fireplace and an old-fash-
ioned big heavy round table littered with books,
magazines and papers.
" The floor is the only modern thing here,"
whispered Adelaide. " It's wood, and badly laid
at that, with no rugs. Mercy ! "
" But this fireplace ! ' murmured Winifred
She was gazing into the depths of a cavern such
as our forefathers used for great backlogs which
required a horse to draw into the house. In the
rear of the cavern a pile of logs crackled and
snapped, casting a weird half light into the gloom
of the great bare room.
Lillian stretched out her feet on the broad stone
hearth with an air of half-fearful ease. " Girls, it's
"THE FLOOR is THE ONLY MODERN THING HERE"
ASTOR, LttOX AND
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certainly a Bluebeard's den here I'm awfully
frightened. My heart's thumping like an anvil I '
" Trip-hammer," corrected Winifred. " Here he
comes ! '
The double doors, which gave into the room,
swung in noisily, and preceded by two hounds,
Moses Carter clattered in, so modern and bluff and
red and hearty that the spell which the gloom and
antiquity of the house had cast over the trio was
at once dispelled. Although not a fat man, Moses'
face was perfectly round and possessed a cherubic
appearance, which might or might not be in keep-
ing with his general disposition his acquaintances
differed widely on that subject.
"How d'ye do, girls? "he inquired, shaking
hands heartily, his greeting losing all trace of
familiarity in its cordiality. " No use telling me
your names. I couldn't recollect 'em the next min-
ute. I have dealings with too many folks to pay
much attention to names. Come here, you hounds ! '
He boxed the dogs' ears a process which caused
them to wag their tails drew a chair in front of
the fireplace, kicked the logs into a greater blaze
with his high-topped boots, and sat down, contin-
uing without a pause :
"Come to see the premises, have you? Wall,
they're something to see, if I do say it as ought
not. Nothing like 'em around this county. I'll
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warm and dry my feet some and then we'll start
out with a peek at the horses. I've just got a new
span of blacks that's the prettiest little fellars you
ever see. Nothing like 'em in this county, if I do
say it as oughtn't. And I know you all like
horses. Look as if you did. Now, if you'll just
excuse me I'll take off these wet boots and change
'em and dry my feet. Don't believe you ever saw
an old-fashioned bootjack like this, did you? I
made it. I can do a lot of things like that to pass
away the time. Of course you know that a man
with four hundred acres of land to run, and one
hundred blooded cows, and a poultry yard that's
the wonder of the country if I do say it as
shouldn't and a half-dozen hired men he ain't
got a blame thing to do but make bootjacks and
tinker around the house Slav, you double-jointed
ijut, let that girl's foot alone, can't you? Turk,
you're about as lawless as the country I named
you for. Git out ! '
It was Adelaide's business, she being a senior, to
state the object of their call, and during this mon-
ologue she had striven to do her duty. Twice she
had cleared her throat. Three times she had said,
" I we. 11 Now as Mr. Carter stuck his stockinged
feet out toward the fire she whispered, " I give it
up," and sank back shocked and dignified at the
sight of the blue yarn socks.
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" And I suppose, girls, after you've seen the barns
you'd like to see the house everybody does who
gets in here. It is a queer old house, I know.
Oldest in this county, that's sure. Part of it was
built before the Revolution, when the Five Na-
tions was on the war-path. Daughters of the
Revolution have tried to get it. Wall, let 'em try.
It keeps 'em busy, and don't hurt me. It belongs
to Mose Carter yet, and he has money enough to
keep it, if I do say it as shouldn't.' 3
Here Lillian spoke quickly, in a high strained
voice, her left hand grasping the third finger of
her right to give her courage. " Yes, Mr. Carter,
we heard you had money, and that you wanted to
give away five thousand dollars. That's why we
" Hey ? ' Carter wheeled around slowly in his
chair and looked his visitors carefully over. " You
said you wanted to see the premises."
" Oh, no." Lillian's voice sank to its usual be-
guiling cadence. " You said that, we didn't. We
are college students, and we heard that you were
giving away a lot of money."
" Did you ? ' Moses rearranged himself once
more so that he could look at his visitors as well as
toast his feet. " I guess every one in Huntingdon
has heard that same thing."
His tone was the essence of good-natured toler-
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ance, and Lillian's spirits arose with a bound. Her
heart ceased to " beat like an anvil," all her dim-
ples being once more in evidence. The other two,
seeing that the social favorite of the Hill was her-
self again, settled back to watch the reduction of
Moses Carter, and correct the little business details
which Lillian was sure to get twisted.
" I think/' continued Lillian in a confidential
burst, " it's lovely of you to give away your
money before you die. You'll enjoy doing it so
much more than as though you waited till after-
Adelaide strangled behind her handkerchief,
and Mr. Carter's eyes twinkled until the skin
around the corners was drawn into masses of fine
wrinkles. He looked like a gourmand settling
down to a dinner of terrapin and duck.
" Yes, I think myself I'd enjoy it more before/ 3
he observed, " and guess the other captains of in-
dustry think that way too.' 3
" Oh, yes," Lillian assured him, adding, " Now,
may I tell you all about the scholarship ? '
She bent toward her host in the assured yet
deferential and altogether winning way which
made her so irresistible to the " weaker sex/' as she
named it in the presence of women only.
Mr. Carter ruffled up his hair and turned his
feet to bring the other side of the socks against the
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heat. " Of course, I want to hear. Nothing I'd
like better. A man with four hundred acres of
land to run hain't got a thing to do but listen/ 3
Winifred moved uneasily, but her suspicions
were at once disarmed by Mr. Carter's open coun-
tenance and his eyes beaming in a most gratifying
way at the engaging Lillian, who, with various
addenda, foot-notes and low corrections from the
other girls told the story of the efforts on the Hill
to found scholarships.
" Our college needs a part of that five thousand
dollars," she began confidently.
" I never see the time it didn't/' said Mr. Carter
genially. He did not appear displeased at the an-
nouncement, however, and Lillian's confidence re-
ceived no check.
Unbuttoning her handsome fur coat, she talked
rapidly, surprised and delighted to find the gar-
rulous Moses changed in a twinkling to such an
" And when," she ended, " we heard that you
had given a bell to the schoolhouse here and
built a church on the Green Valley "
" Built a schoolhouse and given a bell to the
church," softly from Winifred.
" Why, we got ready and came right out here to
ask you to help us out with our scholarship give
the rest of the two thousand, I mean."
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" And how much is there left to give?" asked
Mr. Carter blandly, drawing in his feet.
"Only about sixteen 'hundred/' returned Lillian
Mr. Carter selected a pair of shoes from the col-
lection of footwear standing against the wall, and
drew them on, elevating his feet in the process
until his knees touched his nose. This process was
attended by sundry grunts and short groans.
" Sixteen hundred ain't much," he assured
Lillian presently, " to a captain of industry, even
of farming industry. Yes, I've made up my mind
to give away five thousand dollars before I die,
and I don't care who knows it, nor who asks for
Having one shoe laced up, Moses banged that
foot down hard on the hearthstone and raised the
other. Adelaide, at Winifred's right, was nearly
in convulsions of laughter behind her handker-
chief at Lillian's methods and statements, as well
as at the sight of their host's occupation. But
Winifred, watching him narrowly, recalled Mrs.
Betts' last adjuration, " i Take Mose as he comes,
and don't let him mad you ! '
" Then/ 3 Lillian broke in eagerly, " you will
help us, won't you ? "
" Why, surely/' responded Moses easily. " I
haven't turned a single one off empty-handed
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that's come to me since I said I was going to give
away that five thousand. Sure I'll help you out."
He slapped the other foot down and leaning over
regarded his shoes with pride. Mr. Carter was
somewhat vain of his small feet, and always wore
the best " foot-gear " obtainable.
" Sure I'll help you," he repeated turning his
face wreathed in its most cherubic smile on Lillian.
He arose and opened his desk while Lillian
looked on in arrogant pride, and Winifred and
Adelaide drew long and relieved breaths. Lillian
held up her right hand and touched the third
finger with an emphatic nod. Winifred smiled
and dismissed her apprehensions on the subject of
Moses Carter's " madding ' propensities. He was
surely a peculiar, but, withal, a most benevolent
" About sixteen hundred," murmured Lillian
again in an abstracted tone.
Moses took from one of the pigeonholes of the
desk a long narrow book and selected a pen. Then
he paused in an attitude of mild remonstrance to
consider Lillian's murmur.
" I don't believe I better give you all the rest of
that scholarship. What would you girls have to
keep you busy up there on the Hill all winter if I
Adelaide laughed. " We find enough to do to
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keep up with our studies and a few other things.
The girls would feel awfully grateful to you if you
did help us out like that."
Mr. Carter bit the end of his pen. " Gratitude,"
he smiled, " is all the pay a body wants in ex-
change for money."
"Isn't he lovely?' whispered Lillian ecstat-
Again Winifred moved uneasily and did not
reply. He had changed so since his entrance.
The man talking and the man listening she
could not quite reconcile them.
" Still,' 7 mused Mr. Carter, tearing out a check,
" I shouldn't want to take away any gratitude
that belonged to some one else. There may be
another man that's wanting to give away some
before he dies and so I'll leave him a little chance
what name shall I put on the check ? '
He looked up at Lillian, and Lillian answered,
visibly swelling with the pride of her achievement,
" Lillian Antwerp."
The pen scratched industriously for a moment,
while the fire crackled and the dogs snored and
barked in their sleep near their master's chair.
Then, with the slip in his hand, Moses arose and,
simultaneously, arose the three girls. With the
slip still in his hand, he lighted a tall, old-fashioned
swinging lamp over the table and resumed the
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garrulous strain which had marked the early mo-
ments of the call.
" Ever see a lamp like this? It's the oldest in
this county. One of the first oil lamps ever
made. I presume there ain't one like it within a
thousand miles, if I do say it as shouldn't. You
must come again, girls, and see over the house.
I've got some old looms and spinning-wheels that
would make you green with envy, if I do say it as
By this time he had pulled the great doors open,
and still disregarding the hungry look which
Lillian bent on the folded paper in his hand,
stepped out on the door-stone.
" And when you come again, I'll show you as
pretty horses as this county holds, too, and cattle,
and sheep, and poultry."
Smilingly he held out the slip, unfolded now,
his eyes glued on Lillian's face, his own wreathed
in anticipatory smiles.
" Thank you," she exclaimed heartily, and took
As she did, both Winifred and Adelaide saw the
figure named thereon, and Adelaide nearly fell off
the door-stone in her wrath.
The check was made out for five dollars.
Lillian's face was a mere scarlet flame as she
disappeared among the evergreens, the board walk
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fairly smoking in her wake. Adelaide followed
equally angry and speechless, and Winifred was
about to follow, when she had a sudden inspira-
tion. It was only by chance that she had seen
the denomination of the check, so far away had
she stood when Lillian took it. Therefore, assum-
ing ignorance, she stopped and looking back at
Mr. Carter with a smile as bland as his own, she
said as genially :
" Mrs. Betts will enjoy learning that she sent us
to the right man, after all. She was sure you
would give generously."
Mr. Carter's lower jaw sagged slightly. A look
of alarm overspread his cherubic countenance.
He leaned against the house in a comical attitude
" Mrs. Betts ? Sarah Mary Betts ? "
Winifred nodded. " She cooks at our chapter
house. She is the one who sent us to you.' 1
For a long moment Mr. Carter blinked in rapid
thought. Then, without a word, he jumped off
the door-stone and pounded stiffly down the walk
in pursuit of the check. When Winifred reached
the gate she found the girls bewildered, but with
good humor restored, examining a hundred dollar
bill, while Mr. Carter with a very red face was
tearing up the check with nervous fingers as he
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" This check was a joke. I have to have my
little jokes. I enjoy 'em, and they don't do any
one any harm." His voice grew more and more
mellow. " Now, that bill ain't all I aim to give
you, either not quite," cautiously " but, as I
haven't any more handy by me now, I'll have to
" Why not send it," asked Lillian once more
beaming, " and save yourself a lot of trouble ? '
" Why er I have business up on the Hill,"
rejoined Moses blandly. " I've got to go up there
anyway in a day or two, so I'll just step around to
your house and hand it in."
WINIFRED, on her way to class, emerged from
the vestibule of the chapter house just as Sayles
Cooper came around the corner from the kitchen
door. Raising his hat, he slackened his speed
courteously in order to allow her to walk up the
Hill alone if she wished. But Winifred did not
so desire. Therefore, she paused with a cordial
" Good-morning if you can call such a morning
as this 'good.' "
The boy, with a pleased expression on his
square face, joined her.
It was a bitterly cold day. Every other young
man on the Hill wore an overcoat, but Army Blue
swung along without any visible signs of being
chilled, although he was attired only in the old blue
coat too long in the skirt and too broad even for
his unusually broad shoulders. He wore gloves
that morning, however, thanks to Mrs. Sweet.
That lady had deliberately rummaged about in his
room until she found the pair which he was ac-
customed to wear on the way across the city and
remove when he came within sight of the Hill, so
ragged were the fingers. Making use of one of
" Louisy's ' kids which that young lady had not
yet discarded her cousin proceeded with a relish
to patch and mend Army Blue's hand-wear until
she was able to lay a presentable pair of gloves on
his table. Then, according to her custom, she
looked her grimmest and most forbidding when he
stopped at her door to offer her hearty thanks.
" Winter is almost on us," he remarked cheerily
to Winifred now as he fell into step and relieved
her of her books.
" Almost ! ' exclaimed Winifred with a merry
laugh. " If this is not quite winter I pity our-
selves when real winter comes.' 3 She glanced
about at the snow-covered ground, and bent her
head to receive a blast of stinging wind which
swept with a shriek over the hills and among the
college buildings. " Of course this is only Novem-
ber, but up here winter gets its full growth, usually,
by the last of this month."
While she was speaking she was listening to a
curious little rustle which came with every step
that her companion took and attended his every
motion. It was faint but unmistakable rustle,
rustle, rustle. " Mrs. Betts is right," she thought.
" I'm going to speak to Landon about it."
Two students passed them, one reading aloud
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from the Huntingdon Weekly, which was on sale
that morning. " Here's the scholarship report," he
told the other, " and whew ! the Weekly and
that means, of course, M. Gussie Barker is almost
out of sight, and here it's only six weeks since the
thing was started. She lacks only three hundred."
" Isn't that fine ? " exclaimed Winifred when the
men had passed. " She is so clever and bright that
I suspect the ones she writes to can't resist her
The boy's fine eyes glowed. " I just wish I
could do something myself for those scholarships,"
he burst out. " I tell you you don't know what it
means to a fellow not to be obliged to pay down for
" Oh, yes, I do," exclaimed Winifred quickly
and frankly, "for I have been fortunate enough
to have a scholarship given me for my whole
course. Otherwise, I'm sure I don't know what I
He turned toward her eagerly. " I am glad,"
he began, and then stammered, " I mean, I am
glad you told me. It makes me feel " He
paused uncertainly. " You see I couldn't be here
if it were not that the registrar finally discovered
there was one free tuition left "
" I am glad " Winifred's interruption was so
swift and frank that Army Blue never suspected
that she knew more about that same free tuition
than he did " so glad that the registrar made the
" Glad 1 " cried the boy ; " well, so was I, some ! '
And then as they walked slowly along the wind-
ing walk, he told her all about it, led on by her
sympathy and understanding, for, although she did
not know it, her struggles during her freshman
year at Mrs. Sweet's, as recounted by that lady, had
been a great comfort to this freshman.
" You see they told me at prep school," he went
on earnestly, " that no one need think of tuition in
a college that if there weren't enough scholar-
ships to go around, they'd take my note. That's
what I wanted, to give a note. And I tell you
when I went out of the office the first time I was
the bluest fellow in this city. I knew it was
' good-bye college ' for a while, and I haven't any
time to fool away. I walked as though there were
weights on my feet, a ton to each, but it was the
best way I could have walked because the registrar
didn't know my name and I should have lost the
chance if I'd got beyond call. I'd gone a good
piece down Third Avenue when I heard that little
newsboy you know Newsy ? '
" Don't I ! ' responded Winifred warmly.
" Well, the registrar had put Newsy on my
track and and," Army Blue turned his head
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away, " the best sound I ever heard was that kid's
voice yelling to me to come back and see the reg-
He stopped a moment. " I can understand,"
said Winifred softly.
" Somehow, I feel I owe Newsy a good turn for
being the go-between there," Army Blue continued.
" I'd like a chance to pay him back." The boy
seemed to long for chances to pay back all the debts
of kindness he had contracted.
" And then you went back to the office," Wini-
fred reminded him. She was interested to hear
what the registrar had told him.
" Yes, I went back, and the registrar told me he
had just found one free tuition available for the
year and I should have the use of it. Well, I gave
my note I should rather do that way payable
after I get through college, but you see it let me
" Yes, I see," said Winifred softly.
11 1 tell you nothing mattered after that a while ! '
exclaimed Army Blue abruptly as they reached
the steps of the Hall of Languages, and he opened
the vestibule door and stood aside for her to enter.
As she passed him that curious little rustle again
reached her ears and she quoted to herself, " l After
that nothing mattered.'"
In the dressing-room Lillian seized her and
asked the question which she had propounded a
dozen times a day for three days : " Winifred Lowe,
has that man Carter put in an appearance yet ? '
" Not unless he has arrived during the last
fifteen minutes/ 3
" Isn't he the meanest I And there he said he'd
drop in on us within two or three days and bring
another contribution/ 3
" ' Take Moses Carter as he comes and don't let
him mad you,' quoted Winifred. " Mrs. Betts
isn't worrying any, I notice, about his not coming.
She told me this morning not to fret, but keep
still and wait."
" That's very good advice," replied Lillian
crossly, " as long as waiting is the only thing we
can do. But if there was any way to make Mr.
Carter repent "
"You'd find it," interrupted Winifred. "Mr.
Carter, however, seems so abundantly able to take
care of himself that I'm afraid you'll not have the
pleasure of punishing him."
" He made sport of me, and I didn't know it
and he's a man I " Lillian spoke as though the
limit of human endurance had been reached.
Mr. Carter's treatment had been a novel sensation
to her. "But as long as he has said he'd give I
shall do something more than wait by and by, let
me tell you ! "
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" It's been only three days since our journey
down the Lake Road," Winifred reminded her.
" And you know that Mr. Carter has four hundred
acres of land and one hundred head of cattle "
But Lillian, her fingers stuffed into her ears, was
running out of the deserted room.
At the head of the first flight of stairs, Winifred
had secured her copy of the college Weekly, and
now, on her way to the third floor, turned, the
first thing, as did all its readers, to the reports of
the scholarships. This was one of M. Gussie's
most effective ideas "Sort of a porous plaster,"
Landon explained grimly, " because it draws
well." Every week the literary editor reported all
the contributions to each scholarship under its
proper heading. For instance, under the name
Psi Upsilon was the sum total of all previous
contributions plus any new donation with the
name of the donor. In this way the college public
kept accurate tab on the movement, and competi-
tion was strengthened.
As Winifred read, her face indexed various
emotions. Her shoulders shrugged as she saw :
" Total, $425.75.
"New contributions: One hundred dollars from
Moses Carter, Lake Valley Road."
Then she smiled as, turning the page, she read:
" Huntingdon Weekly News:
" Total, $1,700.
"New contributions: One hundred and fifty
dollars from A. L. Biddle, Pasadena, California.
One hundred and sixty dollars from Miss Mary
Gas ton, Savor, Oregon."
" By good rights," thought Winifred, " that re-
port ought to be headed ' The M. Gussie Barker
Scholarship/ And as long as Alpha Gamma
can't get in ahead, I'm glad it will be Gussie."
Here her eyes fell on:
"The Bee Hive:
" Total, $55.75.
"New contributions: Five dollars from Miss
Laura Smith, Rochester, New York."
" The Bee Hive is in line for the booby prize,"
one of the Bee Hive girls had told Punch good-
naturedly. "But we don't give up not we! We
have years in which to raise the money."
" But not money from which to make the raise,"
had been Punch's characteristic addition to the
As she ascended the stairs to the third floor,
Winifred, looking for Landon, saw M. Gussie
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standing with her hand on the knob of the door
leading to the trigonometry class room listening.
" We're late/' she whispered as Winifred ap-
proached. "He has just called your name.' 1
Winifred nodded. " Let's wait until there is a
stir I hate to go in during roll call my feet get
so mixed up with each other."
M. Gussie nearly giggled aloud. Only her muff,
thrust so hurriedly against her mouth that the
fur choked her, prevented. And before she re-
covered Winifred was murmuring in her ear:
" What a splendid record you're making with
the scholarship. We're all proud of you."
" The News is making it," corrected M. Gussie
Winifred pinched her arm. " That's fiction, as
we all know. It's you we're proud of."
M. Gussie flushed with pleasure. Her dark eyes
shone softly with affection as she turned them on
the shorter girl. One word of praise from Winifred
was worth many sentences from any one else.
" It's mother," she explained still brusque, but
her voice was low and gentle. " I've got her
interested, and when mother is interested things
move. See here."
Winifred opened the envelope thrust into her
hands and read : " ' Please find enclosed my check
for two hundred dollars to be applied on the
scholarship fund which your mother tells me you
are collecting for Huntingdon College.' The
name signed was so odd that Winifred remem-
bered it. " Asa Hotaling."
" Dear me," she whispered, returning the letter,
" we shall soon be saying about you and your
scholarship, ' One, two, three, out goes she ' but
listen ! "
The monotonous voice of the instructor within
the room gave place to a shuffling of feet.
"It's time to go in," Gussie turned the door-
knob, " and make our excuses to the powers that
After class, Winifred deliberately placed herself
in an angle of the hall on the first floor where she
could command a view of the ascent from the
basement laboratories in which, she knew, Landon
Stearns had been at work during the last period.
When he appeared, Army Blue was with him.
They came slowly up the stairs together talking
earnestly. On the younger man's face were the
lines of care and expression of determination left
there by a life of struggle, the marks of which were
absent from Landon's fine, good-natured face and
jolly dark eyes. The one who was younger in
years was older in experience.
" Landon has never had to lie awake nights
planning for his next week's room rent," thought
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Winifred. " That brings the crow's-feet ! ' She
judged from personal knowledge so far as the rent
was concerned. As for the " crow's-feet," there
were none as yet discernible around her soft blue
But Landon's money had not undermined a
staunch character, nor destroyed the democratic
spirit instilled in him by the senior Stearns.
There was in his treatment of Cooper none of the
patronage which wealth gives to poverty, only the
natural superiority of the upper classman over the
At the head of the stairs one of the freshmen
put his hand on Cooper's sleeve and led him
away, while Landon came to a standstill in front
of Winifred, stopped by the throng of students
pressing out of the main entrance bound for chapel
Winifred touched his arm, and, with a start, he
became aware of her near proximity. She shrank
back further into her corner and Landon willingly
" Going to chapel ? " he asked.
Paying no attention to the question, she began
hurriedly, " I want to tell you something. Prom-
ise you won't repeat it."
" If that isn't just like a girl," scoffed Landon.
" Of course I won't. Fire ahead. "
" I walked up this morning with Army Blue."
" Don't I know it ? Couldn't see any one else
on the campus, could you ? ' Landon's voice indi-
cated even parts of amusement and pique.
" Were you on the campus ? " asked Winifred
innocently. " No, I didn't see you Mr. Cooper
is very interesting," demurely.
" I suppose so," dryly. " He must be. I nearly
ran over you and said, ' I beg your pardon,' but
you didn't hear."
"Did you really speak to me? Well, perhaps
I was listening, not to what Army Blue was say-
ing, but to the queerest little rustling about him
Landon Stearns, Mrs. Betts says and after this
morning I believe her that that boy keeps
from freezing by wearing newspapers under his
coat. Do you believe it ? I do," all in one
Landon's affected displeasure disappeared. He
stood staring at Winifred, his lips parted and an
idea struggling visibly to the surface. " That
same rustling," he muttered. " I've heard it my-
self and idiot that I am I thought it was his
shirt front that it was too stiff. Might have
known better ! He has no stiff shirt front. His
coat he keeps buttoned to the chin of course it's
paper Winifred, he's got to have a coat if I have
to sit on him "
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" No," interrupted Winifred quickly. " We
mustn't hurt him, and I see he is awfully proud.
He can go without and suffer better than he
can " she paused.
" Accept what looks to him like charity the
idiot ! " Landon's tone showed helpless irrita-
" But I believe you can help him without his
suspecting where help comes from," insisted Wini-
" That would be bully I beg your pardon
fine. How ? "
" Isn't he about the same size as your father?'
Landon thought a moment. " He is that
pretty much the same size and build."
" Then/' concluded Winifred decidedly, " your
father can help us out in this way."
Three minutes later Landon squared his shoul-
ders and drew a long breath of relief. " Mother
will engineer it. I'll write to her." He looked
down at his own handsome top coat and added,
" Newspapers to keep warm and he's forging to
the top of the heap, too, in his class work, our
freshmen say " Then with an abrupt change
of subject, " Winifred, you are a dabster at plan-
ning a way out of the woods ! '
" You've heard the old saying," returned the
girl lightly, " ' Necessity it is the mother of in-
vention.' Well, the necessity has always been
with me, and it has led to the invention."
Before the last word was out of her mouth, a
whirlwind seemed to envelop the angle which
held the two plotters, and out of the whirlwind
Lillian's voice emerged :
" I don't care a picayune if I am interrupting !
I'm so excited I can hardly breathe ! Winifred
Lowe, don't you dare go to chapel. You come
right down to the house with me, because he is
there and I'm wild to see what he has brought.
I started down the walk and there are the grays
such splendid horses driving back and forth in
front of the house, and I know he is back with
Sairy Mary in the kitchen. Come on, quick 1 '
Winifred was only less agitated than Lillian
when she saw Mr. Carter's beautiful iron grays,
ahead of his fine rubber-tired carriage, being
driven slowly along College Road by one of the
" hands " from the Lake Road. To Fourth
Avenue the span pranced, champing their bits.
There they turned and trotted back past the
chapter house to Third Avenue, only to turn and
repeat their former trip.
" When I write to mamma/' Lillian ran on as
the two girls hurried down the walk, " that a
handsomer outfit is at the service of our cook
than ever waits for one of us, she'll think the
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world here is farther out of joint than ever, won't
she ? But oh, I am so excited ! ' Lillian rev-
eled in excitement.
Arrived at the house, the two betook themselves
to the room occupied by the Sin Twisters, over
the kitchen. The Twisters were present, and
being apprised of the situation, became at once
alert. Romance was evidently stalking in their
" We'll open the window," proposed Erma in a
stage whisper, " and see him when he comes out.
After what you girls have told, I'm dying to get
a glimpse of him."
Clara had the window raised before her room-
mate ceased to speak, and four girls knelt in front
of it ready to pop their heads out.
" It would serve us right," muttered Winifred,
" if we caught an earache apiece."
" I don't see why ! " rejoined Lillian indignantly.
" It's perfectly right to look it's not peeking
we just want to see him."
" Ex-actly," confirmed Clara in so excellent an
imitation of Mrs. Betts that the others giggled.
" B-o-o," shivered Erma. " Hand me my fur,
chum. It's on the bed Sh I Here he
Four heads were poked cautiously out of the
window and four pairs of eyes were rolled down-
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E NEW YORK
ward to command a view of the kitchen door, out
of which stamped Moses Carter clad in a fur coat
which covered him from neck to heels.
The man was followed by a fresh, pleasant voice
saying, " Yes, I'll hand it to her right away and
I hope she won't be disappointed in the a-mount."
" It's our check,' 1 whispered Lillian. " Oh,
dear I It must be dreadfully small ! ;
Erma's elbow in her ribs suppressed her as Mr.
Carter reasoned in an amazed voice, " Disappointed,
Sairy ? Why, I give 'er a hundred on the spot,
and it strikes me there ain't anything in that
check likely to disappoint 'er if she has any com-
mon sense I '
Mrs. Betts' reply soothed but puzzled all her
listeners. " It's all right for a starter, Moses just
a start-er. Now be sure and tell that hired girl of
yours that I'll send the re-ceipt for the cake to-
At the first clause of her reply Mr. Carter re-
moved his fur cap and scratched his head. At
the last clause he clapped his cap on again and
" I told you, Sairy, I was coming up here again
in a few days, and I'd just call around "
" A two cent stamp will carry that re-ceipt right ,
to your door," interrupted Mrs. Betts firmly. "A
man with so much to look after as you have can't
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go gal-loping over the country a-huntin' up re-
Lillian literally hugged herself. " I simply love
Mrs. Betts," she murmured, but Erma's elbow was
plied vigorously again.
" I've got to come up anyway/' protested Mr.
Carter, " and " he interrupted himself, visibly
brightening. " Oh, by the way, I've got a mess of
those gillyflowers that you like so well. I meant
to fetch you some to-day, but I forgot. Now, when
I come up around here I'll just '
" We got some gillyflowers long ago," interposed
Mrs. Betts amiably. " They came with a mess of
cooking apples/ 5
Moses backed down the steps, while Lillian
hugged herself again ecstatically. He was mutter-
ing something inaudible to the four in the window.
" Oh, yes," Mrs. Betts made answer cruelly, " I
know the red pop-corn is the best, and so I had
the girls lay in a stock of it. Guess they have
e-nough to last two years at the rate it ain't be-in'
popped. No, don't litter this house with any pop-
" What about hickory nuts?' Moses' hope seemed
to revive. " I've got some A No. 1 beauties."
" Some of the girls," Mrs. Betts' tones were fairly
dulcet now, " bought a bushel yester-day of the
boy who does our coal work. He went and pick-ed
'em up himself and when the snow was fly-ing,
too ! "
" Say, Sarah," exclaimed Moses desperately from
the lower step, " is there a blamed thing that those
pesky girls hain't laid in a stock of? '
Mrs. Betts' laugh again rang out as clear as a
bell. " Law, yes, Moses ; money for that precious
scholarship they're try-in' to raise," and the kitchen
door slammed shut.
Mr. Carter stared at the outside of the door.
Then he pulled his cap over his eyes and muttered,
" Wall, I'll be up around here in a few days, come
what may ! '
As he stamped along the walk toward his
prancing grays, Lillian scrambled to her feet and
flew down the back stairs. Erma lowered the
window softly, while Clara and Winifred sat back
on their heels and looked at each other in guilty
" It wasn't really listening," argued Winifred
responding to the look on Clara's face. " We
didn't set out to listen. "
" No, but we certainly ' set ' down and listened
just the same, and I'm glad we did 1 '
" Your consciences must be tender, if that is
troubling you," exclaimed Erma scornfully, add-
ing : " Isn't Mrs. Betts the richest thing in this
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Here Lillian burst in at the door, waving a long
narrow slip of paper and crying, " It's for two hun-
dred, girls, a check for two hundred, and I'm going
to report to M. Gussie before the sun goes down.
Doesn't Mrs. Betts manage that bear beautifully? "
Clara, still sitting on the floor, looked up with a
sage shake of her head. " She's had experience in
Lillian turned superior eyes on her. " Manage-
ment, Clara, in the case of men, doesn't always
come with experience.' 1
Even I can see that," retorted Clara heartlessly,
for witness your defeat at the hands of Moses
Carter, who is as meek as Moses in the hands of
Mrs. Betts 1 "
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IT was lunch time at the Alpha Gamma Chap-
ter House. At the two long tables in the large
dining-room were seated as many of the girls as
were not detained on the Hill by work. Mrs.
Betts' soul was always tried by the one o'clock ab-
" I'm thinking of send-in' a notice to those men
teachers up there," she threatened, " and tell 'em
they have no business to keep the scholars till after
one. Their wives ought to learn 'em bet-ter sense.
One o'clock belongs to the cooks. I don't like to
put cold vit-tles before my girls, nor yet warmed-
Mrs. Munroe, the chaperon, presided at the
head of one table, while the head of the other was
occupied by the seniors in turn. Marguerite
Southy now held the post of honor. Next to her
sat Winifred, who was already in her place, her
work on the Hill having ended at ten o'clock.
Janet had just brought on the soup, when the
outer door burst open, admitting Flossie, rosy-
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cheeked and bright-eyed. Throwing her coat over
the hall table, she dashed into the dining-room
without waiting to remove her hat.
" Oh, I'm so hungry ! " she cried. " I'm actually
at starvation's door."
" History repeats itself ! ' retorted Winifred.
" That's exactly what you've said every meal
" I should think," added Rebecca, "that as many
times as you have stood at starvation's door it
would open some time and swallow you up."
" Oh, yes ! ' exclaimed Flossie. " You people
who have nothing but a few rattling bones to
nourish can talk. The colder it gets the hungrier
" We'll raise on your board, then, in December,"
Flossie laughed good-naturedly. " I'm going to
practice chewing. Who is that man who says the
more you chew the less you eat ? "
" I choose fewer chews and more food," came a
voice from the hall. The voice was followed im-
mediately by Punch.
" It would be well for you to say nothing of
the rest of us if you chose fewer puns," remarked
Adelaide Prell sententiously.
" Shakespeare used 'em why not I ? "
" Simply because he didn't know better, and
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you do ! Please read what the rhetoric says of
that form of wit."
Punch rolled her eyes and answered the senior
with affected meekness : " ' A low form of wit/ it
says meaning ' lowly/ of course, a term which
well applies to your most humble truly."
" Girls," cried Lillian as a blast of cold air swept
through the hall, she having forgotten to close
the vestibule door, " girls, I met the wagon that
brings the Weekly, and the man threw me a
paper. And oh, girls, our addition to the schol-
arship this week goes way ahead of the others. It
looks good to me, I tell you." There was a marked
emphasis on the " me."
A dozen hands were outstretched for the paper,
but Lillian tossed it across the table to Winifred
with the command, " Read 'em."
" I should like to inquire," asked Clara Pike,
" if the addition doesn't look as well to the rest of
us as to you ? J
Lillian shook her head energetically. " No-
sir-ee. Every addition brings me nearer my ring,
and I must confess/' frankly, " that I'm not so
much interested in the welfare of the college these
days as in the recovery of my diamond."
Winifred, busy with her salad, did not at once
take up the paper which Lillian had thrown be-
side her plate, and Erma Cunningham, who had
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finished her lunch, reached across the table and,
securing it, began to read aloud, beginning with
Gussie's weekly editorial on the scholarship con-
test as it had really come to be.
" ' The report handed in by the Alpha Gammas
yesterday/ " she read, " ' of two hundred and sixty '
dollars raised, is the most encouraging received
yet. There is one check for two hundred dollars
from the owner of one of the best equipped and
most up-to-date dairy farms in the state, Mr. Moses
Carter, who lives on the Lake Road at the end of
the trolley line. The sons and daughters of our
alma mater certainly owe a debt of gratitude to
Mr. Carter.' "
" To Mrs. Betts," amended Marguerite, while
Lillian abruptly asked Clara for the loan of a
bottle of red ink.
" Red ink I ' repeated Clara in amazement.
" Now what's the connection between Mr. Carter
and red ink ? '
" Direct connection," retorted Lillian. " I'm
going to mark around that editorial and send my
paper to the ' up-to-date ' farmer this very p. M."
" Good idea," approved Clara. " You may use
up the whole bottleful ! '
" We're ahead of Gussie, then, this week, aren't
we ? " asked Adelaide.
Errna turned the paper. " Why-ee ! Gussie
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hasn't a single additional dollar to her credit.
Now, that hasn't happened before."
" It's a mistake," Winifred broke out suddenly.
" I know that's a mistake, because I saw a check
she received only let's see yes, four or five days
ago. It was for two hundred, too, making her
almost ready to report."
" See here ! " cried Erma, paying no attention to
Winifred's statement, " whom do you think stands
next to us this week ? Guess."
" The Psi U's. Landon Stearns is hustling, I
know," volunteered Adelaide.
" The Dekes," quoth Clara, whose sympathies
ran in that direction. " One of their men told me
to-day that Mr. Grey has gone out of town after
some men whom he thought would give." The
young trustee was ever watchful of the interests of
his alma mater.
" No one is hitting the truth," announced Erma.
" It's the Bee Hive with two hundred dollars.
Isn't that fine?"
" I wonder," remarked Flossie pensively, " if
they got it by leaving off butter Winifred says
it's forty cents a pound."
" No, they evidently didn't ' leave off 1 ' anything
for this," answered Erma. " It was given by oh,
such a funny name Asa Hotaling."
Winifred paused with her fork on its way to her
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mouth. " That name sounds so familiar to me."
Then her fork fell to her plate with a clatter. " It
is familiar ! What a perfectly lovely thing for
M. Gussie to do."
" What do you mean?" asked half a dozen voices.
" I mean," cried Winifred unconsciously dra-
matic, " that the Bee Hive's two hundred came from
Gussie. That check was sent to her. She showed
it to me the day it came. Gussie is as generous as
the day is long and here she is so near the two
thousand mark ! '
The Weekly was forgotten while Winifred told
about the letter which M. Gussie had received from
"The name is so peculiar that it made an im-
pression on me," she explained.
" It must be making an impression on the Bees,"
added Rebecca Bicknell. " The next time I see
Gussie I shall hug her unless," she added
prudently, " we both have our big hats on ! "
Winifred smiled happily at Rebecca, who had
hitherto been one of the least enthusiastic Alpha
Gammas on the subject of M. Gussie Barker.
" Now I wonder," began Lillian pensively, " if
M. Gussie wouldn't write to more of those mone}^ed
Westerners if she knew the scrape I'm in about the
ring, and "
" I tell you what I wish," interrupted Punch
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decidedly. " I wish I could have my postage
furnished me out of Moses Carter's hundreds. I've
spent a deal more sending out begging letters than
I have received in contributions. My acquaint-
ances are all suddenly poverty stricken."
The additional amount of sixty dollars to the
credit of Alpha Gamma that week was contributed
in small sums in response to the numerous " beg-
ging " letters which the girls were showering on
all their friends whom they deemed legitimate prey.
The spirit of the contest had taken such keen
possession of the students, and the rivalry had be-
come so strong, albeit friendly, that the original
purpose of the entire affair, that of being an aid to
the college, became a secondary matter. The ob-
ject seemed to be the first to report to the president
of the board of trustees although, of course, none
of the contestants except the Weekly management,
or, in other words, M. Gussie, was anywhere near
the point of reporting. Her nearness made her
late act of unselfishness more impressive.
" I think every one ought to know about that
two hundred," Erma broke out as the girls arose
from the table.
" Let the Bees alone for telling ! " exclaimed
Clara Pike. " We needn't worry. I wonder that
every one on the Hill doesn't know it now."
Janet appeared in the library doorway. " Miss
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Lowe, there's some one at the 'phone to see you,"
she announced, and the old announcement, ever
novel, brought a suppressed smile to the faces of
" Hello," Winifred greeted her unseen inter-
viewer at the telephone.
" Well ? " came the single word in response.
Winifred puckered her forehead. She did not
recognize the voice. " Who is this ? "
" One all forlorn, deserted and alone."
Winifred giggled. " Louise Wallace 1 What
have you done to your voice ? '
" It's rusted through lack of use. I told you I
am alone all, all alone."
"Where's Mrs. Sweet?"
" Visiting ' she that was Miny Bissel,' while he
that ' is to be ' you know is out of town ! '
" Glad he is," was the heartless rejoinder. " He's
gone to do a good work. Long may he prosper,
and devoted may he always be '
" To me thanks," cut in the distant voice.
" To the college," ended Winifred. " I heard
just now that he has gone to get money for the
Deke scholarship. And, Louise, Mr. Carter has
given us a check for two hundred."
To her surprise, Louise began to laugh im-
moderately, peal after peal of mirth coming over
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" Thereby hangs a tale, Winifred, which I want
to pour into your ears. Come down to-night,
can't you ? I want you to stay all night with
" Oh, my work/' began Winifred, but Louise in-
" I promise solemnly that you shall grind un-
hindered all the time you are here except while
eating supper and breakfast. During those respites
I shall give you something to think about beside
" I shall come," decided Winifred, " but I can't
get there before six o'clock, so do have supper all
ready," and she hung up the receiver.
In the front parlor several girls were around
Inez Bedell, the stewardess from the Bee Hive,
who had just called. When Winifred appeared in
the doorway, Inez was saying, her face beaming
" Why, girls, we didn't know it ourselves until
ten minutes ago. Then we saw it in the paper
exactly as you did, and thought it a mistake of
the printer. I flew to the 'phone and called her
up and she made out to mumble that it wasn't
a mistake, and rang off before I could get in
another word. Now, isn't that just like M.
" Isn't she a dear ? ' demanded Erma enthu-
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siastically. " She's odd, but she's the most gen-
erous girl in this college."
" I think/' said Inez decidedly, " that M. Gussie
ought to be called not odd but individual. She's
the most individual girl that I know."
The word touched a sympathetic chord in the
girls' hearts already mellowed by Gussie's gener-
" ' Individual/ " repeated Erma thoughtfully.
" ' Individual/ That exactly describes her. The
first edition of M. Gussie was certainly odd, but
the second is individual/' which remark quite
accurately distinguished between M. Gussie's first
and second years at Huntingdon.
" Dear me ! " exclaimed Lillian innocently. " I
didn't envy Gussie one bit so long as she was just
plain ' odd/ but now that she is individual I wish
I could earn individuality ! '
Under cover of the laugh which followed, Wini-
fred slipped up-stairs and hung out her " busy
sign" in preparation for her trip to Louise Wal-
lace's. " If I work hard now, perhaps I'll have
to take only my trigonometry with me," she
She was ready to start at five o'clock, just as
the street lamps were piercing the early dusk.
" The streets are so well lighted all the way
that I shall walk and save car-fare," she decided,
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hugging her trigonometry under her arm and
plunging her hands into her muff.
As she turned down Third Avenue, she saw
two familiar figures just ahead of her Army Blue
and Newsy, the latter carrying a depleted bundle
of newspapers. The Hill was a profitable beat
for Newsy. The students regarded him as a sort
of college protege and looked with disfavor on
any other boy who attempted to intrude on his
territory. He wore his new suit and overcoat
and added thereto were new gloves and cap, at
which Winifred looked questioningly.
" Perhaps Landon is back of all that newness/ 5
she told herself. " I mean to ask him. I don't
believe the boy earns enough to allow him to
blossom out this way, and I'm sure his aunt
His aunt bent over the wash-tub the greater
part of the day.
Army Blue was swinging along in the inde-
pendent way which Winifred admired. The boy
never cringed to the world on which he was so
dependent for a living. His blue coat was but-
toned up close about his neck, leaving only the
edge of a celluloid collar exposed to view. Mrs.
Betts insisted that he was in danger of wearing
that collar out by reason of excessive scrubbing.
" I be-lieve," she affirmed, " that he takes it off
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and washes it at the cellar faucet three times a
day after he gets through with the fur-nace."
Mrs. Sweet was authority for the statement that
he had but two handkerchiefs, washing out one
each morning and leaving it stretched so smoothly
on the window pane that it had every appearance
of being pasted there, this process taking the place
of the ironing it could not receive. She did not
add that after its owner was well on his way to
college she was accustomed to go up to his room
surreptitiously, get the deserted article in ques-
tion, and in the privacy of her kitchen, wash and
boil it, smoothing it out again on the exact spot
which had previously held it, thus deluding Army
Blue into the belief that the water at Mrs. Sweet's
had a peculiarly whitening effect on handkerchiefs.
But when Louise Wallace taxed Mrs. Sweet
with her good deeds she frowned darkly and
answered crossly, " Do ye suppose I'm goin' to
have my front up-stairs window disgraced by
handkerchiefs the color of a saffron bag ? '
Winifred drew near the pair who were walking
slowly, and slackened her own pace just behind
them. As they passed beneath an arc light her
keen eyes discovered the corner of a newspaper
protruding above the celluloid collar. Her shoul-
ders shrugged themselves in an involuntary protest
which dislodged the trigonometry from its resting
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place beneath her arm. It fell to the walk, and
Army Blue, turning quickly, discovered her.
When they started on together, the book in the
blue coat pocket and Newsy between them, Army
Blue looked down on the little fellow with pleasant
" Miss Lowe, what do you think this sub-fresh-
man has been telling me? That he may have
time to take one year in college, but not four."
" I gotta hustle," explained Newsy doggedly,
without looking up. "Four years is a nawful
time to spend just a-learnin' things off'n books
I gotta git out 'n' hustle."
11 But, Newsy," teased Winifred soberly, " Mr.
Dansbury expects his future partner to be a col-
lege-bred man. What about that partnership ? '
The boy's childish aim was to become, some
day, the partner of Huntingdon's most successful
business man, an ambition often gravely encouraged
by that gentleman himself as he stopped to buy a
paper " off'n " his favorite dispenser of the Even-
But Newsy, instead of responding joyfully as
usual to the mention of the partnership, only
hung his head, drew his sleeve across his nose and
" 'Tain't no ways likely he'll want me for a pard
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" Why ' now/ Newsy? " asked Winifred. " What
has happened now ? '
They had arrived at a cross street and the child
drew back abruptly. " I gotta to go down this
way," he announced without answering. " I gotta
hustle. It ain't often I take me time comin' down
from the Hill as I done to-night." This tribute to
Army Blue brought a smile to its recipient's face.
Then he looked thoughtfully after the child.
" I've come to the conclusion that that little shaver
is in trouble, but I can't find out just what. Per-
haps I'm mistaken, but he doesn't act as he did
when I first came."
" I've noticed the difference myself and heard
others speak of it, too. I wonder what the matter
is. One day I questioned him about " Winifred
paused abruptly and ended with " about some-
thing he brought into the kitchen up at the house,
and his evasions perplexed me."
She felt unable to speak of Newsy's new wear-
ing apparel in the face of the old blue coat, the
celluloid collar and that piece of protruding news-
paper. " I don't want to say anything which will
lead Army Blue to think that I ever notice clothes,"
Because she was older, and an upper classman,
but more especially because she was sweet spirited
and sympathetic, Winifred's friendly attitude
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toward Army Blue had in it a touch of motherli-
ness, unconscious on her part, which brought a
response in the way of frequent confidences, one of
which was forthcoming now.
" Miss Lowe," he began presently, " I have a
prospect of work up at college with the janitor.
Isn't that great luck ? One of the fellows is going
to leave one of the fellows who help, you know,
and I may be taken on in his place. I hope so,"
fervently, " then I can begin to work off my tuition
right away I told you, you remember, that the
registrar took my note, finally ? '
" If I am taken on," Army Blue continued, " it
will be in place of Howells, the chap who takes
care of the offices. Tell you what, Miss Lowe ! '
The boy turned his straight earnest gaze on her.
" You'll think it foolish, but but I should rather
have the offices to keep than any other part of the
building because the registrar took my note."
" I see," responded Winifred gently. " You
mean the registrar's office would be kept so clean
and neat that he would not recognize it."
Army Blue smiled. " I want to pay him back
for taking my note, and that's the only way, at
present, that I have of paying."
The boy never forgot a kindness, a fact which
particularly exasperated Anne Sweet. " If he
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thinks I've done a thing extry for him," she had
told Winifred, " down he must needs come a-kitin'
and empty my ashes or do some other crazy work
" Don't you think," Winifred asked now, " that
you may take on too much work, and so break
down ? That doesn't pay. I made that mistake
in my freshman year, and nearly gave out. I
shouldn't like to see you doing the same thing."
" Yes, but I am very strong," Army Blue assured
her eagerly. " I don't need the same amount of
sleep and and full that lots of other fellows
have to have, and I have learned to manage in
such a way that I don't have to spend as many
hours in study that is, study with my books be-
fore me, I mean."
" How do you manage ? '
" Well, I pay attention, in the first place, in
class. When I write notes, I know I shall not have
time to go over 'em again, so I'm obliged to re-
member 'em from the writing, and, then, while I'm
doing your cellar work, for instance, I think 'em
over. Just before I start from home mornings I
read my history and then make myself study it
from memory all the way up to the Hill." There
was a dogged emphasis on that word " make."
" You can do a lot of things, you know," he
ended apologetically as they approached Mrs.
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Sweet's, " if you are obliged to, and want 'em
done very badly."
" Indeed I do know/' responded Winifred fer-
vently, looking up at the old wood-colored house
where she had learned the meaning of so many
" have to's " in her freshman year.
Louise Wallace was watching from the living-
room window, and hastened to open the door cere-
moniously for her guest.
" Here you be
Come to tea,
With apologies to the immortal Bill-ee.
Walk in." This she rattled off in one breath.
Then spying the trigonometry which Army Blue
was carrying she sighed in mock relief. " Only
one? Why, I was led to think that you would
come accompanied by a circulating library."
Half an hour later, the two girls faced each other
across a small tea table set with Mrs. Sweet's grand-
mother's dishes which the latter's mother in turn
had brought over from Holland.
"Now tell me about Mr. Carter," Winifred de-
manded as soon as they were seated.
" Not until you have praised every blessed thing
on this table."
Winifred cast her eyes over the substantial array
of food. " All right," she returned promptly,
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"I'll do the praising before I do the eating it
may be the safer way ! '
Louise raised her hands dramatically. " Not
so I You behold in these viands the finished
product of a course in domestic science plus a
few side-tracks laid out by Cousin Anne ! My
worthy relative informs me that I shall be obliged
to forget all the nonsense which I spent four years
in learning if I expect to become a good house-
keeper. She doesn't believe in higher education
for girls. She says trigonometry isn't as useful as
tarts, and playin' the planner will never make
good riz bread. Hence, domestic science. I in-
tend to attend cooking school up to the hour of
the ceremony, and I hope my knowledge will prove
so useful that Ashley won't be sorry that he didn't
postpone that hour indefinitely.' 3
" This bread has ' riz ' light as a feather," com-
mented Winifred, at last, " and your creamed
potatoes are above reproach. Now, proceed with
Mr. Moses Carter." 4 ' * '" '
" Poor Moses ! ' laughed Louise. " He is torn
by doubts and beset with hopes, Mrs. Betts being
the source of both. He tells Cousin Anne that he
can't sleep o' nights, and ain't runnin' his four
hundred acres as they ought to be run."
Winifred choked on a piece of lemon tart.
" He came the other day to counsel with Cousin
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Anne," Louise continued. " He thought that per-
haps she knows Sairy Mary's mind. He doesn't
seem able to discover its contents for himself, and,
I suppose, he thinks if he can find a good mind
reader he'll employ her regardless of expense."
" Poor Moses," echoed Winifred. " What does
he feed his hopes on ? "
" Oh, very scanty encouragement, I take it !
Mrs. Betts admits him semi-amiably to your
kitchen, where formerly she wouldn't have him
around, to quote from her own concise language.
But Moses doesn't know whether she is tolerating
him for himself or his bank account. That's
what he is trying to find out."
" His bank account," repeated Winifred. " I
don't believe Mrs. Betts has a mercenary hair
Not for herself," Louise interrupted, " but for
the Alpha Gamma sorority. He says he thinks
them pesky girls are holding him up for a scholar-
ship through Mrs. Betts. He says she has never
been so pleasant to him before in her life, but she
won't talk about a blamed thing except that
scholarship and how hard you girls are trying to
raise it and how she wishes she had the money to
help, and that she should think any one who had
money would give it to them sooner than to any
one else.' :
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11 Now I know," chuckled Winifred, " how the
check came. Bless Mrs. Belts 1 "
" Mr. Carter wouldn't agree with you on the
cause of that blessing. He can't, it seems, get in a
word edgewise on the vitally important subject of
her future residence at Cartersville. And he thinks
that now there is a remote possibility that Sairy
Mary would harken to sense which, in this case,
means residence in Cartersville if only he could
find an opportunity to talk sense.' 3
" I believe," cried Winifred, " that she will
finally marry him."
" Alas ! " sighed Louise. "In that case Sairy
Mary will never adorn my own hearthstone but,
by the way, I have not told you quite all. Speak-
ing of hearthstones reminds me that Sairy Mary's
objection to Cartersville is Moses' numerous hearth-
stones. Cousin Anne thinks Sairy would have
married him instead of the deceased Mr. Betts if
Moses had consented to move out of that stone
wilderness that he misnames a home. Sairy Mary
loves sunlight and coziness and good cheer better,
Cousin Anne thinks, than she ever loved a man.
On the other hand Moses Carter is wedded to the
home of his forefathers. He is absurdly proud of
that curious old house. It has been more the
apple of his eye than his four hundred acres and
his blooded stock. No," with conviction, " when
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I think of that house, I still believe I shall wel-
come Sairy Mary to my kitchen."
" How much the girls will enjoy all this, when
I tell 'em." Winifred sighed in pure enjoyment,
as she finished a very palatable chocolate cake.
" But," cried Louise unexpectedly, " you have
been recommended as one able to hold her tongue
under all circumstances."
" Yes, Moses asked Cousin Anne mysteriously
if she knew any of those pesky girls, or supposed
there was one amongst 'em, who could keep her
mouth shut. Cousin Anne named you with
promptness and dispatch. What lay back of the
question only Moses Carter knows. He may ap-
peal to you to do the mind reading act I "
MRS. Bois and Mrs. Willow, two of the younger
alumnae living in the city, sat on chairs in Ade-
laide Prell's room. All the girls who chanced to
be in the house at the time occupied the floor.
" Then you have made no plans for entertaining
during the winter?' This from Mrs. Willow was
an assertion rather than a question, and her tone
was weighted with disapproval. "You ought to
begin with a small party before the end of
" Just as a starter? " asked Lillian sweetly.
" How can we afford it? " questioned Clara Pike
energetically. " I have given my party dress to
the scholarship fund, and should have nothing to
" And," quoth the other Twister plaintively, " I
have also given to the aforementioned cause all I
can spare for months."
" And I," echoed half a dozen voices.
" But it has been customary," insisted Mrs. Bois
and with Mrs. Bois custom was law " for Alpha
Gamma to give a party of some sort on Thanks-
giving evening, and here you have not even
thought of one. We came up to-day for the pur-
pose of making you think."
" But how can we make plans about so many
things and do our work our college work?'' in-
Mrs. Bois brought her lips together firmly.
" We did, and when we were in college we had not
the alumnse back of us that you have. We had to
do without the help that you receive."
Clara promptly and modestly retired from the
field of argument.
" Besides/ 7 added Mrs. Willow, " Mr. Carter's
donations have put us to the front with the schol-
arship, excepting, of course, Miss Barker, saving
you and all of us from immediate worry."
"Who is this Mr. Carter?" Mrs. Bois digressed
from the subject in hand to ask. "I have never
heard of him."
Lillian answered promptly : " He's the owner
of four hundred acres, and seven hired men and a
perfectly dear house that I'd rather die than live in,
and some trotters and hens and a terrible thunder-
ous door-bell and " here she was obliged to raise
her voice " and a bootjack and a check-book."
After the restoration of order followed by more
lucid explanations, Mrs. Willow exclaimed :
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" Of course I know who he is when I gather my
wits together. Our milk bottles are stamped
' Moses Carter.' "
" He has a hundred of the best cows in the coun-
try," added Adelaide, " if he ' does say it as
At this point Mrs. Bois brought her auditors
back to the subject of parties.
" You girls must see to it that Alpha Gamma
keeps to the front socially. It always has led, and
the alumnae look to the active chapter to sustain
" What would you suggest that we do? " asked
Before Mrs. Willow could reply ; there was a tap
at the door, and Janet's voice telling Winifred
some one was at the 'phone.
The lower rooms were deserted when Winifred
picked up the receiver. An unnatural silence
reigned, allowing a voice but faintly familiar to
sound clearly in her ear.
" Hello ! Is this Miss Lowe ? " The words came
with much hesitation and clearing of a masculine
" It is. And to whom am I speaking, please? "
" To er now, Miss Lowe, see here ! Are you
" Yes," answered Winifred in surprise.
" Nobody in gunshot of that end of the tele-
phone ? "
11 Ain't no parties from the kitchen likely to
overhear you, eh ? '
" No.' 1 Then in a burst of enlightenment she
cried : " Mr. Carter ! '
" Sh-h, not s' loud. I ain't a bit deef, and maybe
your 'phone is next the kitchen. Is it? If 'tis,
answer blind. "
" But there's no need of any secrecy. The
kitchen is not within speaking distance, and the
rooms down here are entirely empty. That's some-
thing which doesn't happen often."
" Clear sailin', is it? Well, that's the first streak
of good luck I've had in a dog's age." Mr. Car-
ter's voice gained in strength as his fears were al-
layed. " Now, another thing. Will you promise
that no parties in your house shall know that
you've talked with me? '
" I promise," returned Winifred solemnly, bear-
ing in mind her conversation with Louise.
" All right. Now, see here, I've got to talk with
11 Very well. Go on, I have plenty of time '
" I don't mean over the 'phone," interrupted
Mr. Carter hastily. " I mean face t' face are you
alone yet ? '
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Winifred stifled her laughter. " All alone."
" Well, say ! I want you to come out here. I
want t' see you."
" Out to your home, do you mean ? '
" Yes, out here you. Don't bring along that
girl that don't know a blame thing about business,
nor that other one that has her backbone tied to a
Here Winifred succumbed to her emotions, and
her merry laugh rang over the wire unrestrain-
edly, at once arousing her interlocutor's suspicions.
" Other parties with you now, eh ? Did they
" No, I'm alone still. I was laughing at your
description of my friends. But why not say what
you have to say now ? '
" Can't. I must say it face t' face. When can
you come out ? '
" It's a long way out to Cartersville " Wini-
fred began decidedly when she was interrupted
" S-s-s. Don't say that word or any other that'd
give me away. Parties might be listenin' and
you not know it."
She accepted the correction and choked down
her laughter with difficulty. " Very well, I'll re-
member. But it's impossible for me to go out
there. I prefer to have you come here."
" Not much ! ' Mr. Carter's voice expressed his
consternation. "Not much; I don't see you there!
Parties would know it and wonder what I was
there for and worm it out of you. Oh, I know
her ! "
His sudden change to the pronoun nearly mas-
tered Winifred's outward gravity again. She stood
looking out of the window a moment, the receiver
at her ear, and thought, while Mr. Carter cleared
his throat impatiently.
" Then I'll meet you at Mrs. Sweet's."
" No, you won't ! " came back swiftly. " Wouldn't
go there for a farm. Anne'd get it out of you. I
know her ! '
Winifred thought again. " I have it now,
" S-s-s, no names. Alone yet, are ye? "
" Oh, yes, yes ! "
"Then let's have it."
" I will talk with you at Mrs. Barker's, on
"Another woman," suspiciously. " She'll try to
get it out of you, won't she ? '
" Mrs. Barker is so deaf she can hear nothing
without the use of an ear-trumpet, and "
" The very place ! ' interrupted Mr. Carter joy-
fully. " What do you say to to-morrow after-
noon ? "
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Winifred considered. " Yes, to-morrow at three
" Hold on a minute/ 3 Moses' nervousness was
returning, " Any connection with parties at your
house has this Mrs. Mrs. Parker "
" Mrs. Barker," corrected Winifred. " Not the
least connection.' 1
"Three o'clock to-morrow then it is, and
There ain't no one listenin' now?" anxiously.
" No one," returned Winifred in a gale of amuse-
" Good-bye, then," came in a final burst of re-
lief, and Winifred found herself released from a
conversation which filled her not only with amuse-
ment but curiosity.
What could it be that Mr. Carter was so anxious
that no one should " get out of her " ? Perhaps
he was going to ask her, as Louise had suggested^
that she read Mrs. Belts' mind for him.
" Isn't this rich ! " she exclaimed aloud, feeling,
however, that half the " richness " was spoiled
because she could not share it with the others.
"The thing to do now," she decided, pinning
on her hat, " is to find Gussie and ask her if I
may meet a ' gentleman friend ' clandestinely at
her aunt's what a lark ! "
According to the class schedule M. Gussie was
at that hour sunning herself in the light of liter-
ary knowledge which emanated three times a week
from the well-filled storehouse of Professor Her-
shal's brain. The study of literature was to M.
Gussie a "joy forever.' 3
When Winifred reached the door of Professor
Hershal's class room, the hour was not yet ended,
and she tucked herself into a corner on the broad
sill of a hall window to wait. She had not been
there many minutes before the janitor came slowly
up the stairs talking to a young man in a long
gray overcoat and gray cap.
11 In about two weeks, probably, he'll leave,"
the janitor was saying, " and then we'll want
" I'll be right on the job," returned a familiar
voice heartily, as its owner, turning away from the
janitor, faced Winifred.
And Winifred was so surprised at the gray-
coated figure that she blurted out without a trace
of her usual tact, " I really didn't know you ! '
Army Blue flushed, but, squaring his broad
shoulders, threw back his square head, and replied
quietly, " I don't wonder, Miss Lowe. I hardly
recognize myself in this coat."
Winifred glanced at it in confusion. " I that
is I didn't mean to notice it's very becoming."
At the sight of her embarrassment the boy's
lessened. " I want to tell you about it, Miss Lowe,
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for you will understand." There was an emphasis
on the " you."
Winifred gave a gesture of dissent. " Please
don't unless you wish to/' she said gently. " I
didn't intend to appear impertinent."
" It was not you, but myself," Army Blue ex-
plained quickly. " I I am self-conscious in these
things." He indicated the cap and coat with one
gesture, repeating, " I want to tell you."
He came nearer, but Winifred detected no rustle
of enveloping newspapers.
" Bless the Stearnses ! " she thought fervently.
" I think you will understand," began Sayles
Cooper haltingly. " Although I want an over-
coat and need one," doggedly, " I feel that after
all I've no right to be wearing this."
" ' No right ' ? " repeated Winifred inquiringly.
" No, because I didn't pay for it," and again the
boy's head came up proudly.
" Neither did I pay for this hat," was the swift
retort, " but I was glad to get it, and I wear it
The unexpectedness of the reply, and the girl's
matter-of-fact manner, robbed Army Blue of half
his sensitiveness. His tense face relaxed as his
glance focussed on the pretty head-covering in
Winifred, noticing the effect of her speech, added
energetically, " I couldn't have afforded a new hat
this winter, and every girl down at the house knows
it. They know that this was a gift and/' she gave
a little chuckle, " they mourn periodically because
no one gives hats to them/ 3
The boy's face relaxed to the extent of a smile.
" That's a different matter, of course ; but it does
a fellow a lot of good to know it, just the same ! "
Then he looked away an instant, silently. " Tell
you what, Miss Lowe," he confessed in a low tone,
"I want to persuade myself to to accept this coat
and wear it if I can feel feel independent
I'll tell you how it came," he ended brusquely.
Winifred settled herself more comfortably on the
" It came last night. When I got home I found
a big express package in the hall, and in it were a
lot of things this coat and cap, a full suit of
" That's good news ! ' interjected Winifred
Again a flush mounted the boy's cheeks. " Yes,
a suit and and some other things."
Her glance at once rested on his collar. It was
" The package came from Pittsburg," he con-
tinued. " It was prepaid, and not a sign of a
name anywhere on it."
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Winifred laughed suddenly, a delighted little
gurgle. She clapped her hands softly. " Goody I "
she murmured. " You've got to keep the things,
for the simple reason that you can't return 'em ! "
Army Blue smiled again, but his voice was still
freighted with uncertainty as he said slowly :
" But I think I can find who the sender was by
looking " He hesitated and did not finish the
sentence. " It seems to me some one here must
have caused that package to be sent. So if I
conclude to return it "
Winifred's heart gave a thump of alarm over
the first clause in this speech, but the last she
interrupted with simulated indignation.
" Send it back, indeed ! What awfully bad
manners that would be, and how you would
mortify and hurt the giver ! '
Army Blue stared at her in surprise. He had
not looked at the matter in that light.
" Now, see here ! " Winifred slipped off the
window seat and stood upright assuming her "Aunt
Winnie air," as Landon rebelliously named it. "If
I refused to receive favors I couldn't stay in col-
lege. This dress, for instance, was given me.
Some one wore it a whole year and then passed it
on to me, and I made it over and shall wear it a
year longer. I didn't send it back ; and I know
where it came from, too ! "
She omitted to mention that the donor was
her only sister, Isobel. She felt that too many
explanations might spoil the impression she was
Army Blue glanced from the hat to the dress
and drew a long sigh of relief. " Maybe I have a
lot of useless false pride Mrs. Betts says I have
for I I need the overcoat."
"And the suit, too," added Winifred quickly.
" You put your false pride in one of its pockets
and wear that suit ! '
This command brought a brief chuckle as the
boy turned away, leaving Winifred so anxious to
see Landon Stearns that she felt she must hunt
him up, if he did not appear, in order to put a
question to him.
At the head of the stairs Army Blue met
Lillian, her sweet face aglow beneath her fur cap,
and her big muff held coquettishly against one
pink ear. Lillian's coquetry was as natural to
her as red cheeks.
She smiled up gayly at Cooper with apparent
blindness for his change of costume, and the boy
responded with a pleasure which made his square
face handsome and his eyes magnetic, a response
which only Lillian had power to draw. A mo-
ment they talked together, Lillian all laughter
and animation, Army Blue hanging on her least
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word. But the moment the gong rang, calling
the boy to class, she hastened to Winifred with
more speed than dignity, and seizing her arm,
whispered breathlessly :
"Winifred Lowe, do you see his new coat?
Doesn't he look distinguished in it? And the
very idea of its being gray, just as we had him all
named Army Blue ! I don't like that one bit, do
you? Still, there are his blue clothes, just the
same, under the overcoat, so that makes why,
Winifred Lowe, do you realize what it means ? '
Lillian actually paused for a reply.
Winifred laughed and shook her head
" Why, the union of the North and South.
He's either Army Blue or Army Gray There
goes Polly Dickerrnan, and I want to see her the
worst way ! '
In a flash Lillian was off, nearly colliding with
M. Gussie Barker at the head of the stairs.
Winifred saw M. Gussie, but deliberately neg-
lected to accost her. She waited in her window
corner until Landon Stearns appeared, note-book
" Landon/' she greeted him unceremoniously,
" do you appear anywhere on the college records
as coming from Pittsburg ? '
" From Pittsburg?' he echoed, thrusting his
free hand into his pocket. " No/' promptly. " I
always sign South Berns," naming a small resi-
dential suburb of Pittsburg. The elder Stearns,
an " iron man/ 3 had his office in the city and
" commuted.' 1
Winifred drew a breath of relief. " You are
"Why safe ?" questioned Landon. "Is this a
case of coffee and pistols for two ? '
" I was afraid," Winifred explained, " that you
had given your address at your father's office, and
Army Blue would find it out and suspect you/'
She explained her meaning briefly.
" Oh, shucks ! ' fumed Landon uncomfortably.
" What does he want to go nosing around like
that for? Why can't he take the duds and wear
'em and keep cool ? '
"Keep warm, I should say !" amended Wini-
Landon laughed. " Either way you please.
Your term refers to the outer, and mine to the
inner man. I do wish he'd stand up under that gar-
ment calamity like a hero and keep still about it."
Winifred laughed mischievously. She knew
that Landon was in a " blue funk " of fear that
Army Blue would find him out. " I don't think
he'll talk about it," she said. " That isn't his way.
He tells me things some "
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11 1 notice he does," muttered Landon, kicking
at an apple core dropped by a careless student.
" but he's not at all confidential," Winifred
Ten minutes later she was on her way to the
chapter house, armed with permission from M.
Gussie to receive Mr. Moses Carter in the home
of Mrs. Hannah Barker on Fourth Avenue. She
had won permission without being obliged to give
" I'll explain to auntie," M. Gussie told her
good-naturedly, " and tell her to keep out of sight
needless to add ' hearing ' to auntie, I am sorry
As a result of M. Gussie's instructions, the
following afternoon, ten minutes before the ap-
pointed time, Mrs. Barker's maid admitted Wini-
fred and left her alone in the spacious library look-
ing out on Fourth Avenue.
Winifred sat down in front of the window and
watched eagerly for the appearance of Mr. Carter.
She had not long to wait. As the clock was
striking three, he came dashing along the street,
the horses' hoofs pounding the pavement in a
frantic haste, the driver sitting braced forward in
his shining vehicle, his arms outstretched and the
reins taut as though his high-spirited steeds were
on the point of running away. The whip was
suspended above their glossy backs ready for a
dextrous descent should the trotters fail to exhibit
the proper mettle. In front of the house, with a
final flourish of the whip which caused the animals
to stand on their hind feet and paw the air, Moses
handed the reins over to the man beside him, got
himself and his huge fur coat out of the buggy
and up to the door.
" Is Miss Lowe here?" he asked the maid in a
voice which filled the hall. " She's one of the
college girls that I've got to talk with here, be-
cause I don't want "
Here Winifred prudently presented herself at
the library door, not knowing how full an explana-
tion he might feel called upon to make.
" Why, here she is now," he boomed. " Glad to
see ye. How's yourself, and how's all the other
parties up to your house ? '
While Winifred was answering, Mr. Carter, to
assure her and himself that he was thoroughly
at ease and unafraid of the subject he had come to
talk over, threw his coat on the piano, cast his fur
cap on the davenport, and thrust the hands of his
fur gloves into his pockets, one on either side, leav-
ing the big wrist pieces protruding.
This accomplished, he paused at the old daven-
port and looked it over with a speculative eye.
" This Mrs. Barker has a proper eye in her
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head," he approved. " I wish to goodness all
wimmen had, but they hain't! '
He looked the davenport over more carefully,
shaking the arms to see if they were solid, and
pressing the springs down to appraise their strength.
" Not quite as old or good as the one I have in
my other room " He broke off to blow a
mighty blast on a red silk handkerchief and to
ask : " Was you girls over in my other room? '
Winifred merely shook her head, and drew down
the corners of her mouth firmly. She had come
prepared to exercise self-control, foreseeing that the
exercise would not be an easy task.
"It opens right out of the room you was in,"
explained Moses, finally settling himself down in
an armchair. " It's the best room. Was mother's
best, and grandmother's before her. I wouldn't
have the room changed for a farm no-sir-ee, not
for a farm I "
To emphasize his declaration, Mr. Carter smote
the arm of his chair a mighty blow, and the velour
covering emitted a small cloud of dust, at which he
looked in amazement.
" Guess Mrs. Barker better change hired girls,"
was his conclusion, " if a little tap like that can
raise a sand-storm out of her furniture."
Winifred laughed until the tears came, and while
she was wiping her eyes, her caller leaned over and
flicked the dust from his patent leather shoes with
the red handkerchief, at the same time directing
her attention adroitly to his prancing horses being
speeded up and down the street. Each time they
passed the window his cherubic face glowed with
" Ever see the equal of them critters ? ' he asked.
" It ain't often you see trotters of their build and
blood on the streets of this little old town, al-
though I do say it as shouldn't ! And you ought
t' see another pair o' colts Fmbreakin' and that's
trying to break me/' he added with twinkling eyes.
" Don't know which of us is coming out ahead."
Finally, in his own time and after his own
method, Mr. Carter moved away from the subject
of horses, and felt his way toward the subject which
evidently flowed through his mind continually as
" How you gettin' along with that scholarship? '
he asked but the query was only distantly con-
nected with the undercurrent.
" Very nicely indeed," rejoined Winifred cor-
dially, " so long as Mr. Carter's check-book is at
our disposal otherwise, the money comes slowly
" Huh-huh." Mr. Carter leaned over and ad-
mired his small, well-shod feet a moment. " Huh-
huh," he repeated, sticking out one foot and looking
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with comical anxiety at a spot where the shining
surface of the leather had been slightly scraped.
Suddenly he raised his head, tucked his feet
under the chair, and from the garrulous, likeable
admirer of his own possessions, he became the
keen winner of those possessions. Above a tie of
red speckled with green, his round red face seemed
to contract and sharpen.
" How much is left to raise ? "
" About thirteen hundred dollars," Winifred
made answer. " And we are all hoping that you
will come to our rescue again soon. Won't you ? '
" It depends." Moses' loud bluff voice underwent
the same sharpening process which seemed to affect
his face. He paused a moment looking hard at
Winifred and then added : " It depends on whether
you'll pay me back/'
She sat up dismayed. " Pay you back ? Why,
Mr. Carter, we can't pay you back. We don't
want to borrow the money. Surely you under-
" Don't blow your hat off," advised Mr. Carter
kindly. " I don't mean a money payin'-back. I
mean something else."
He bade fair to lapse from his business manner
as he opened the way for the undercurrent of his
thoughts to overflow and become visible.
" What do you mean ? " asked Winifred directly.
Mr. Carter did not choose to answer directly.
" 'Twouldn't come amiss to you girls t' have the
hull thirteen hundred turned loose on ye at once,
would it ? ' ' he asked craftily.
Winifred nearly oversat the edge of her chair.
" Amiss ! " excitedly. " Will you give "
" That depends on you," cut in Mr. Carter, tuck-
ing his feet still further under his chair.
" Tell me how it does.' 3
" I believe/' Moses began ruefully, but in
sudden candor, " that it'll be drawed out of me
finally by littles, but if you'll do me a favor, I'll
give you the hull thing at once, and have it done
" Name your price/' exclaimed Winifred with
an excited laugh. " What favor can we do you ? '
Moses scowled. " I didn't say ' we ' but you/'
he corrected her. " I don't want them girls that
come with you over t' Cartersville mixed up in it."
" Oh ! ' Winifred's enthusiasm cooled a bit.
She looked at him dubiously a moment, and then,
again recalling her conversation with Louise, she
smiled broadly, asking with assurance, " What is
it that you want ? '
Mr. Carter drew a long breath. He had " beat
around the bush " as long as he was able, but the
final plunge looked icy to him.
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" I- -that is- -well He stopped, gathered
himself together, and began again. " You see
there's a certain party that I want should come
over to Cartersville a certain party." Again
he looked at his hostess fixedly.
" For life," asked Winifred guilelessly, " or on
Moses' mouth fell ajar, and his rubicund face
became a deep purple. " How d' you know ? '
he gasped in a guilty voice. " Party been
a-talkin' ? "
" Not at all/ 3 Winifred hastened to assure him.
Then, deliberately, " Mrs. Betts never mentions
such private affairs to any of us, but I have sus-
Mr. Carter's countenance retained its congested
hue, but his mouth closed automatically on,
" How d' you come to suspect? '
Winifred laughed gayly. " Oh, Mr. Carter, I
suspected because I have eyes and an under-
standing, and and well, I suspected, and now
" The dickens ! ' murmured Mr. Carter mop-
ping his brow with that portion of handkerchief
which, earlier in the call, he had applied to his
shoe. " Wimmin are always findin' out things
without bein' told."
He leaned back and ran the handkerchief around
inside his collar. Then he glanced at Winifred,
and shook his head resignedly. " * Murder will
out/ he confessed, " and she's the party I'd
like t' see livin' in Cartersville for life. But I
supposed folks thought I went t' see her for the
sake of old times when we was boys together."
Winifred stifled a laugh in her glove out of
deference to the confusion under which her caller
was laboring, but from which, now that " murder
was out," he was recovering so rapidly that she
was soon in possession of such facts as Moses was
willing to part with.
He had a great surprise in store for Mrs. Betts
over "to" Cartersville, but he could not persuade
her, any way he could fix it, to come over and
view the surprise. If he could only get her there
once, he felt persuaded that the chances of her
permanent residence would be so increased that
he was willing to pay as high a price as thirteen
hundred dollars to any one who would fetch her
that was to be Winifred's task.
"I've tried every way myself," Moses said
gloomily " I've asked her every time I seen
her and got the mitten for my pains ! I've had
one of my hired girls send for her because she
was sick and what did that woman do but send
a nurse I I can't get ? er over by hook nor by
crook ; but I guess you can. She likes you, and
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she wouldn't smell no rat if you should fix up
some excuse. Get 'er there and I'll give you my
check for thirteen hundred. 1*11 give you your
head in the business. Just get Sairy Mary over
there, and there won't be no questions asked as to
how you done it I "
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WINIFRED was guilty of lying awake half the
night after her interview with Mr. Carter. In
vain she devised ways and means of getting Mrs.
Betts to Cartersville, and the surprise awaiting
At every turn her ideas were met and defeated
by Moses' caution, oft repeated, " Don't let Sairy
Mary smell a rat, or you can't budge 'er with all
the king's oxen ! '
This, being interpreted, meant that if Sairy
Mary suspected that Mr. Carter was connected
with Winifred's plans she would not " budge " a
step in the direction of the surprise.
The reason for her going, according to Mr.
Carter, must be not only plausible, but urgent
also, and daylight found Winifred without the
As yet she had said nothing about the matter
to any one, although she had told Mr. Carter that
it would probably be necessary to take others into
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her confidence. To this declaration he had given
a reluctant assent :
" G'on and get 'er there any way you can, and
I won't bother you with no questions. It's easier
to run four hundred acres and seven hired men
than one woman that's sot in her ways, and I
never seen any yet that wa'n't sot ! "
Then he added ruminatingly, " If she comes
she'll see something that I bet will make a dif-
ference with 'er." But he entered on no explana-
tion as to the nature of that difference.
" Winifred Lowe/ 3 demanded Lillian at the
breakfast table, " what ails your eyes ? Haven't
you slept? '
" I certainly have."
Lillian was satisfied, but Erma Cunningham
nodded sagely, observing :
" You notice, Lillian, that she doesn't say
when nor how long. An hour some time last
week would satisfy the conditions of your ques-
" I didn't notice/' sighed the heedless Lillian,
adding, " Sometimes I wish I were brighter, and
then, again, I'm sorry that I'm as bright as I
am ! "
" Describe one of the latter occasions," sug-
gested Rebecca Bicknell.
Lillian's reply was prompt and unexpected.
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" Times when you eat the bottom layer of
chocolate in my box and fill up the space with
Fortunately for Winifred it was Saturday and
she had no recitations. Otherwise the faculty
would not have found her mood receptive to the
higher education. Her mind was open to but one
idea and that was not forthcoming.
She lingered in the kitchen after breakfast
talking over with Mrs. Betts the supplies for the
ensuing week. She petted Pete and teased Druisy,
trying in vain to find a clue to the idea in Mrs.
Betts' conversation. But as that lady was absorbed
by the subject of mince pies, her conversation held
Finally, Winifred shut herself in her room and
sat down with idle hands beside the window over-
looking Fourth Avenue. At the head of the
avenue students were collecting awaiting a car.
They were going with the football team to Ithaca
and a hoped-for victory over Cornell. Bubbling
over with life and enthusiasm, full of anticipation,
they streamed up the avenue and down College
Road, and across the campus from the boarding-
houses on the other side.
Finally, around the corner, half a mile away,
appeared the cars, four in number, specials ordered
by the Athletic Association. And as they came
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sliding down the grade, the sons of Huntingdon,
massed on the tracks, sang lustily :
" Hip-hip-hooray, boys,
Cheer for the team !
The line's a dream
With ends supreme,
Full, quarters and halves
Will fight to redeem.
Keep clean the flag of Huntingdon,
They tip the scales at just a ton.
Oh, can't they run !
Each mother's son !
Fighting for fame
Of alma mater's name,
Victory and honor for aye."
With the last word there ensued a wild scramble
for the waiting cars that, with brakes set, were
soon shrieking and rumbling down the avenue
toward the railway station.
Then, and not till then, did Winifred become
aware that her door was open a crack, and Louise
Wallace's voice was asking softly :
" Here, dear, or elsewhere, fair ? '
She sprang to her feet in a burst of relief. Who
was more competent than Louise to give advice ?
" Come in this minute ! " she cried enthusiastically.
" I want you to be a source of inspiration.''
" Do you ? ' Louise came inside, closed the door,
and backing up against it fanned herself with her
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muff. " My, but I am hot. I ran two blocks to
catch a car ! '
She threw off her coat and sank into the big
chair. " I have observed, my friend,' 7 she began
gravely, " that a woman running for a car is not a
sight to charm the onlookers. There is a striking
lack of repose and dignity in her manner which
she cannot conceal. Cousin Anne says that, when
she was young, girls never ran for cars, but I took
pains to point out to my respected relative that,
in her girlhood, there were no cars here to run
for ! "
Winifred laughed. " Poor Mrs. Sweet ! She
comforts herself with the fact that you don't
1 take after ' her side of the house."
" She says that at times when I'm around she
needs more comfort than Job and receives less !
But " Louise broke off abruptly " what about
that desired inspiration ? '
Leaving her seat beside the window, Winifred
turned the key in the door, closed the transom,
and drawing a low stool to her guest's side,
snuggled against her comfortably and related,
amid much suppressed laughter, her interview
with Mr. Carter.
" Alas for the havoc which she that was a Davis
has power to work with hearts ! ' murmured
Louise at the end of the recital. "What can that
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surprise be ? Perhaps Moses has given up his
colonial home and moved into one of his farm-
Winifred shook her head. " I think not, by all
that he said about the stone house. It seems to
be the apple of his eye."
" One of the apples/' corrected Louise. " The
other is Sairy Mary and no man knoweth which
he holdeth a ' little dearer than his horse ' how
does that run? I'm forgetting all I ever acquired
in the halls of learning to Cousin Anne's satisfac-
tion ! "
Winifred grasped her caller's arm firmly.
" Please stick to the subject of how to get Sairy
Mary over to Cartersville. Remember I look to
you for inspiration. I have become a bankrupt
" Appoint me receiver, won't you ? " asked
Louise mockingly. " You have enough left over
to make that position worth while."
" No flattery allowed only facts," dictated
Louise looked out of the window smiling. " If
you notice/ 9 she began presently, " Moses does not
allow love to usurp business altogether. He real-
izes that he is fated to be pried loose from that
thirteen hundred during the year, anyway, and
he's bound to get his money's worth from Alpha
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Gamma. Good old Moses ! No wonder he's the
rural captain of industry in this county/'
" It doesn't look now," mourned Winifred, " as
though he could get his money's worth. Can't
you think, Louise ? '
" Can't stop except when I sleep," she retorted.
" I learned that in psychology and haven't for-
gotten it. If I hadn't seen it down in black and
white, however, I should doubt it, at times, in my
" Louise Wallace " Winifred gave the arm she
held a little shake " stop your nonsense "
" Can't. It's bred in the bone, Cousin Anne says."
" and help me out."
" The way out," Louise replied carelessly, " is
to get up a party to go through Moses' barns, and
make it necessary for Sairy Mary to chaperon
Winifred uttered a strangled cry, and sprang to
" Louise Wallace ! The very thing only "
Words failed her. She stood thinking so rap-
idly that Louise declared she could hear the
mental wheels squeak as they went " round."
" You have given me the clue I've been chasing
for twenty-four hours," cried Winifred excitedly.
" But I must work it out a little further before I
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Louise arose and drew her coat on slowly. " That
means that ' I must be goiriV She quoted Mrs.
Sweet in a prim voice. Then, in her natural tones,
she added, " I want to get out of the vicinity of
those revolving wheels. I'm glad, however, that
my receivership lasted long enough to prove you
still solvent. When your plan is matured send an
outline of it by special messenger, please but be
sure to prepay the messenger, as my funds are at
a lower ebb than your ideas ! Good-bye."
For half an hour after Louise left Winifred sat
in her room planning. " I have never attempted
anything so diplomatic as this/' she finally mut-
tered aloud, " but I'm going to try. Aside from
Mr. Carter's part I think it would be a lark for
Whereupon she stepped into the hall and called,
" Girls, oh, girls ! ' to two rows of closed doors.
One after another the doors flew open with
" Who are you ? "
" Is it anything important ? '
Winifred answered the last. " Very important.
Come down here, all of you, just a moment.' 5
The conference was brief. Winifred stood in the
middle of the floor and talked convincingly for
two minutes. She did not allude to Mrs. Betts
nor her conversations with Mr. Carter and Louise
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Wallace. When she had finished every girl in
her audience was applauding.
" No one in college except us three has ever
been inside that old curiosity house," cried Lillian,
" but I've told hundreds of the students about it,
and they're wild to go ! ' Numbers meant noth-
ing to Lillian.
" What fun it will be ! " chimed in a chorus.
" If," added Rebecca, prudently, " Mr. Carter
will let us corne."
"Of course," cautioned Winifred, "it's all 'if
and ' if ' yet. Now I shall go and call up Mrs.
Bois and Mrs. Willow and find out if such an
unheard-of thing meets their approval."
After due consideration Mrs. Bois and Mrs.
Willow approved, in consideration of the fact that
the party was to be very informal, anyway, and
the girls would go well chaperoned, and Mr. Carter
was a highly respected citizen. Mrs. Willow added,
furthermore, with suggestive emphasis, that the
alumnse could always depend on the girls of the
active chapter to maintain the dignity of the
Winifred's next move took her to the kitchen
and Mrs. Betts.
Sairy Mary was engaged in the not altogether
agreeable task of giving Pete a bath in a foot-tub.
In payment for services rendered, Pete had marked
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the back of his mistress's hands with long red
scratches, and was decorating her apron and the
clean floor with quantities of his bath water.
" I won't have a dirty cat a-round me," gasped
Mrs. Betts, " and Pete is bound I shan't have a
clean one ! '
She was endeavoring to hold the struggling ani-
mal under water with one hand while she scrubbed
him with the other.
" You hold him and I'll wash him," suggested
She took possession of the bar of soap, and, pres-
ently, an enraged and insulted Pete was soothed
into damp slumber on a piece of carpet beside the
stove, the floor was wiped up, and Mrs. Betts' wet
apron laid aside.
" You are a han-dy sort of girl to have a-round
on cat washing day," she commended, sinking ex-
hausted into her rocker. " I al-ways wash Pete in
the full of the moon so his hair won't come out.
It's only once a month, but he acts as all-possessed
as if I put 'im under water every day." She looked
disapprovingly at her wet and forlorn pet beside
the stove. " That's the way with some folks. Do
some-thing to 'em that's for their own good and
they'll scratch hard-er than's though you was bene-
Picking up a broad palm leaf fan which lay on
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the table through all kinds of weather, Mrs. Betts
began to fan herself vigorously, asking, " Now,
what is it you come to say ? '
" I came to ask your advice/' began Winifred
with an assumption of confidence she was far from
feeling, " because you are so much better acquainted
with Mr. Carter than I am."
Mrs. Betts nodded. She continued to fan her-
self calmly, but her eyes wandered from Winifred
" You gave me such excellent advice about the
scholarship," continued the girl adroitly, " that I
have come after more. Do you think we dare ask
him to let us give a Thanksgiving party in that
quaint old house of his ? Would he think we were
asking too much ? '
Mrs. Betts' gaze flew back to her questioner in
amazement. " What possesses ye to think of such
a thing as leavin' this pretty warm house and
tak-ing a party into that old stone barn? "she
cried, sitting upright with such vigor that her knob
of hair slid over the crest of her head and hung
dejectedly above her right eye.
" It would interest our guests just as it interested
us," explained Winifred. " They have all seen
this house, and they all want to see that."
" What any one can see in that un-civilized
place to like is be-yond me!" scolded Mrs. Betts.
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" As for me, you couldn't hire me to stay there a
day. I never see a place I de-spise as I do that,
and Moses he thinks it's the most mar-velous house
that was ev-er built/ 3 She spoke as belligerently
as though Mr. Carter were there to note her disap-
" But you see, Mrs. Betts, it's because the place
is so curious so ' un-civilized ' that it would be
fun to have a party in those great rooms, with
their immense fireplaces "
" And a heath-enish lack of furni-ture," cut in
Mrs. Betts, in a disgusted tone.
" And wouldn't it be fun," pursued Winifred
undaunted, " to wait until the company had all
arrived and then, when no one expected it, ring
that awful door-bell "
Mrs. Betts 7 face relaxed, although her tone was
indignant. " I'd be asham-ed to have such a bell
as that on a hen-coop, to say noth-ing of the place
where I lived."
" But do you think," asked Winifred anxiously,
" that Mr. Carter would take kindly to our idea? '
" Land, yes ! " ejaculated Mrs. Betts, fanning
herself vigorously. " If you praise up his place a
little he'd let you go and tear it down over his
head and be tickled to death to have ye ! '
" ' So far so good/ " Winifred told herself as she
left the kitchen. " I have interested Sairy Mary
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in the scheme, and let her see that this is no pre-
arranged movement between Mr. Carter and me.
Now for interviewing that captain of industry."
She chose to telephone him from Mrs. Barker's
lest the " party ' ' in the kitchen not to mention
the girls should overhear.
When, at last, central had secured his ear, the
conversation between the owner of the old stone
house and the diplomat at the other end of the line
was a lengthy one.
" How you goin' to get certain parties out here
that way ? ' was Mr. Carter's first demand.
His second, delivered after a lengthy explana-
tion from Winifred, was : " Ain't she goin' to smell
" The reason I'm working in such a rounda-
bout manner is to prevent her from suspecting the
existence of a rat."
" Go ahead, then," commanded Mr. Carter.
" And now about that cater fellow "
" Caterer," murmured Winifred.
" You can have 'im fetch out a mess of stuff if
you want 'im to, but my hired girls can get up as
good a supper as I want t' set my teeth into ! "
" No," returned Winifred firmly. " If we have
the party at your house we'll not put your hired
girls to any trouble nor yourself to any expense
we shall have a caterer."
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11 All right," resignedly. " Do as ye please-
you would anyhow, bein' a woman ! '
An hour later Mrs. Betts met Winifred in the
" What about that party ? " she asked keenly in-
terested. " Have you 'phoned Moses? "
" Indeed I have, Mrs. Betts." Winifred forced
her enthusiasm. " He gave his consent as soon as
I told him how wild the girls all are to get inside
of his house."
" Huh ! " retorted Mrs. Betts. " By the time
they've froze their backs and roasted their faces in
front of them out-rageously big fireplaces they'll
be glad to get home. Fireplaces make up in blaze
what they lack in heat. A stove no bigger than a
mo-lasses jug can heat a room much bet-ter."
Winifred assented cheerfully, whereupon Mrs.
" But so long as you girls are bent on go-ing I'm
glad you can go. They've most all been out in the
kitchen a-talkin' about it."
Winifred smiled all the way up to Mrs. Munroe's
room. " The girls couldn't have done a better
thing," she thought, " but if I had told them the
real object of the entire plan, it would be as diffi-
cult for them as for me to talk the matter over
with her naturally. "
There was one feature in the case, however,
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which Winifred hugged comfortably to her heart.
If her plan in regard to Mrs. Betts failed, but few
people would be the wiser. The girls need not
know how much hung in the balance. They
would have their party, and, so far as they were
concerned, everything would go as planned. Thus
consoled, she rapped on the chaperon's door.
An hour later she descended the back stairs to
the kitchen with a face the lugubriousness of
which was not assumed as she was approaching
the crucial point in her scheme.
She found Mrs. Betts making preparations for
dinner. Two kettles were steaming on the back of
the stove, the cook peeling potatoes in the sink
close by where she could look into the kettles
without taking an unnecessary step.
Winifred leaned against the end of the sink and
regarded the potatoes mournfully.
" What's the matter? " asked Mrs. Betts kindly.
" You look as if you had lost your last friend.
You don't look that way for com-mon."
Winifred sighed. " I don't feel so ' for common '
either, Mrs. Betts, but that party business has had
a setback, and I do hate to tell the girls because
they have set their hearts on going."
Mrs. Betts held a large potato and a paring knife
suspended in the air. " Has that man sent you
word that you couldn't come ? ' Her tone was
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threatening. "If he has you just leave him to
me ! "
" Oh, no, it's not Mr. Carter." Winifred shook
her head disconsolately. " It's Mrs. Munroe."
" Mrs. Munroe ? What's she got to do with it ? "
The potato and knife made a gradual descent to
Winifred's guilt would not allow her to look
Mrs. Betts in the face when she replied. Wini-
fred was not an adept at deception.
" It's the chaperonage part, Mrs. Betts. Mrs.
Munroe is so delicate, and she has a cold now
she catches 7 eni so easily and those fireplaces, as
you say, don't half warm the rooms we can't ask
her to chaperon us."
Here Winifred stopped in sheer confusion, re-
membering the length of time it had taken to per-
suade Mrs. Munroe to refuse her chaperonage.
But Mrs. Betts did not notice the confusion.
She lifted the cover of the kettle nearest her and
stirred its contents thoughtfully.
" She does look sort of pindling, I know.
May-be one of your ' old girls,' as you call 'em,
will go with you."
Winifred nodded. " They will be there in the
evening, of course, several of them, but, you see,
some of us must go to Cartersville in the afternoon
to direct the caterer and oh, do dozens of things !
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And we shall be obliged to take some of the boys
with us to help, and that will mean that a chaperon
will be necessary or, at least, usual. Now, we
can't ask any of the alumnae to spend the day as
well as the evening with us they do too much for
us as it is."
She waited a moment with her heart in her
mouth, and then burst out with a " Mrs. Betts,
please go with us in the afternoon, won't you ?
The girls will be broken-hearted if anything comes
between us and a part}?- in that queer old house.
Oh, Mrs. Betts, please say you'll go.' 5
Not for a moment did Sairy Mary " smell a rat."
She glanced sympathetically at Winifred's misery-
stricken face and thoughtfully peeled potatoes.
" Sort of a box you've got into," she com-
" But you can pull us out of it so easily,"
Mrs. Betts chuckled until her knot of hair had
traveled all over the top of her head. " 'Twould
look queer, wouldn't it, for your cook to be chapy-
roon ? "
Winifred tried to breathe naturally.
Mrs. Betts cut a large potato into halves, and
dropping them into the pan said briskly, " Go on
with your plans. I guess I can make out to stand
half a day of chapy-roonin'."
THE Thanksgiving frolic was only ten days
distant, and the Alpha Gamma Chapter House
was the scene of much bustle. There were com-
mittees galore, and consultations galore, with
everything, according to Punch, going as " merry
as a wedding-knell. "
The girls voted Mrs. Betts a " dear ' to consent
to chaperon the committee that was to have charge
of Mr. Carter's abode Thanksgiving afternoon.
They were entirely unsuspicious of Mrs. Munroe's
real reason for withholding her chaperonage,
Winifred not having yet taken any of them into
The invitations, as became the informality of
the occasion, were to be issued only a week before
Thanksgiving. Every girl knew, or believed she
knew, in advance who would be invited, so that
when the active chapter met in the library to make
out the list of guests they were not looking for any
It was the custom, general among the sororities,
to give, during the year, one or more social affairs
to which only as many of the college men were
invited as there were girls in the sorority, and the
manner of choosing the guests was an open secret.
Each girl gave the name of some student to whom
she was particularly indebted, or, if there was no
one she cared to favor, a man was chosen whose
friendship the sorority particularly wished. The
invitations were then issued by the chapter as a
Erma Cunningham was provided with paper and
pencil for the list because it was possible to read
Sitting down beside the table she began to scrib-
" What's the use of going the rounds?' she
asked as she wrote. " I can make out this list
with my eyes shut and my hands tied behind me.
There's Landon Stearns " She paused and
held up her pen. " Any objections? If so, speak
now, or forever after hold your peace."
Winifred, sitting beside the hot-air register warm-
ing her hands, merely smiled and " held her peace."
Landon's name went on the list.
" Instructor Howard Rex Wright, Ph. D.," wrote
Erma with a flourish, reading aloud as she wrote.
The color flushed Lillian's cheeks. " Who told
you to put him down ? '
" Nobody. I put him down to save you the
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trouble of a selection/' returned Erma carelessly.
" Of course you'll invite him," she added looking
up. " He's a faculty member, and he has taken
you out more "
Lillian tossed her head. " That makes no differ-
ence," she returned. " He has invited me to places
presumably because he wanted me to go, not that
he might get a return invitation and he won't
get one from me this time."
Erma dropped her pen in sheer amazement,
and every one sat up and looked at the flushed
and resolute Lillian.
"Why -why " stammered Winifred. "This
is sort of a pay-back affair who, Lillian '
" I intend " began Lillian, and when Lillian
spoke in that tone every one understood that she
was not to be turned from her purpose " I intend
to have Army Blue invited,"
There was a long and dismayed pause. No one
present had the least objection to Army Blue as an
individual nor a guest. Huntingdon was a demo-
cratic place, and many a boy who worked for a
living was a social favorite. But there was In-
structor Johnson, who had stooped from the faculty
heights to bestow his friendship on Alpha Gamma.
Mr. Johnson must not be ignored.
"Lillian Antwerp, you've just got to invite
him ! ' ' declared her roommate.
" Army Blue/' repeated Lillian serenely, but her
serenity deceived no one,
" You owe him the invitation/' emphatically
from Adelaide Prell.
" Army Blue." Lillian's eyes were fixed steadily
on the list.
" What shall we do with the instructor? " asked
Lillian made no reply.
Suddenly Erma, biting the end of her pen, wrote
" Sayles Cooper ' across the page with a flourish,
read the name, and then looked up.
" Girls, let's invite the instructor, and then, to
keep the number even, let's invite M. Gussie
Barker." This from the girl who had most per-
sistently opposed M. Gussie.
Winifred glanced up with sparkling eyes.
" That would be a most significant act," objected
Marguerite Sou thy, " It would give every one
the impression that we are rushing her/*
" Rushing ' was the term applied to all those
attentions which were showered on a student by a
'Greek letter society attentions which looked to a
better acquaintance with the student in view of a
possible invitation to join the society.
Erma punched holes with her pen in the list.
" Gussie is doing such splendid work and serv-
ing the college in such an unselfish way," she said
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jerkily, " that some sorority ought to be rushing
her in spite of her individuality."
" I suppose you all know," interposed Clara
Pike, " what she has gone and done this week."
" No what ? ' chorused a dozen voices.
" Sent a big donation which was, of course, in-
tended for herself, over to the little Thetas, and
insists on their entering the race."
" Theta " was a Greek letter sorority which had
planted a weak nursling in Huntingdon, a two-
months-old chapter consisting as yet of only a
dozen members. Theta had not felt equal to the
attempt of establishing a scholarship.
" While M. Gussie is helping others all I'm
thinking about is getting my ring back. She
makes me ashamed of myself almost," added
Lillian, ever truthful concerning herself.
" I believe," said Winifred quietly, " that
Gussie's common sense would prevent her from
misunderstanding an invitation to our party if
the reasons were partly explained to her."
To Winifred, then, was presently entrusted the
task of tendering the invitation, and the list was
completed without further ado.
As Winifred, who was the last to leave the
library, was going slowly up the stairs, she heard
the telephone bell ring, and with a laugh, ran
back to the library.
" I almost know it is Mr. Carter," she told her-
self as she took down the receiver.
It was, and Mr. Carter was intent on asking a
question which he had already asked three times
within two days. It was not asked directly, that
being contrary to his social policy.
" Who's within hearin' of this machine?' he
" No one except myself."
" Everything going well, is it ? '
" Ahem-a-ah-ahem I " Mr. Carter cleared his
throat with a noise which made the wire hum.
" Now, about that corn huskin' for a prize. We
can get the harness room het all right, and you
say you're goin' to fetch along a boy or two to fix
up the shocks and things "
Winifred smothered a laugh. This was pre-
paratory ground which Mr. Carter had trod three
times before. She assured him that everything
would be " fixed " correctly.
" Yes ahem-m-m. No change up there in any
one's mind, is they ? '
" No change whatever."
" You ain't lookin' to have any parties back out
of coming at the last minute, are ye ? ' This, at
last, was the pivotal question.
Winifred chuckled. " No, I'm sure she won't
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back out. She's planning her work already so
that Janet can get dinner easily that night."
" Is she ? ' The voice of the captain of industry
was boyishly jubilant. " She always was fore-
handed. That's one reason " here his voice
trailed away into an indistinct mutter, broken by
another series of " ahems ' and then a hasty
" Good-bye, then/'
Smilingly Winifred climbed the stairs intending
to go at once to Gussie's. But, as she ascended,
Rebecca Bicknell was preparing to descend, fol-
lowed by Lillian's voice, and the voice was
" I guess, Reb, you'd be blue as indigo too, if
your diamond was in pawn '
" Haven't any," Rebecca threw over her shoul-
der. " Blessed be nothing ! '
Lillian raised her voice. " -and if you had
promised to pay monthly on it and hadn't paid a
cent ! Here six weeks have passed and I've got so
I run past the registrar's door and dodge him in
" I'm glad," retorted Rebecca, " that there's one
man of whom you stand in awe," and the outer
door closed behind her.
Winifred continued down the hall and into
Lillian's room. Dropping on the window seat
she faced the " indigo blue' maiden sitting at her
desk, the end of a pen held firmly in a wrinkle
between her eyes.
" I'm going to tell you something," said Wini-
fred, "which I shall tell all the girls just before
The pen dropped from Lillian's fingers. The
wrinkle disappeared from her brow. " Is it some-
thing exciting?" she asked in a tone of the
" You'll think so when you know that there is
every prospect of your getting your ring back im-
mediately after Thanksgiving, and '
But no words followed the " and." With a cry
Lillian sprang to her feet. The pen flew under
the couch-bed. Her writing paper was scattered
as by a hurricane. The chair was overturned
with a bang as she projected herself on her in-
formant with a force and velocity which would
have sent that informant throught the window
pane had she not been prepared for the onslaught.
" For pity sakes ! ' exclaimed a voice at the
door, and Clara Pike's head appeared. " Is the
earth quaking ? '
" No/' came in smothered tones from Winifred's
arms, " I'm just reaching the point where I'm
ceasing to quake ! '
" Well, please reach it without moving the
foundations of the house," invited Clara cordially,
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slamming the door. To an inquiring voice in the
hall she answered, " Oh, Lillian has just made one
of her record touch-downs I '
Lillian giggled softly. " Now tell me," she
commanded, snuggling close to Winifred. " Make
it a lovely story, and put in all the stage settings."
As Winifred told the " lovely story " Lillian
punctuated it with exclamations both amused and
" The dear old bear ! " she cried one moment,
and " Isn't he horrid ! " the next. " Mrs. Betts !
I could hug ! And the ring and Why,
Winifred, Alpha Gamma will have the first
scholarship to report, miles and miles ahead of
any one else "
" Except Gussie," interposed Winifred.
Lillian sat back on her heels. " M-m yes, ex-
cept except Gussie," she repeated. Then her
thoughts reverted to the ring. " I wish," she
said slowly, " that you'd go up and tell the
registrar that "
Winifred interrupted decidedly. " No, Lillian,
we won't say anything to the registrar yet. When
we get the money and have turned it all over to
Mr. Willow" Mr. Willow had been selected to
invest the scholarship money " I shall go and
have a talk with him and find out just how we
can use it to redeem your ring this year before
you go home at Christmas. Then it will be time
to take the result to the registrar."
Lillian hugged her knees, and lifted adoring
eyes to Winifred. " You are such a comfortable
person to have around, Freddie. You do real
thinking, while all I do is to shed a few scatter-
brained ideas about/ 3
Winifred arose, smiling ruefully. " It's a great
trainer, Lillian, this having to think to make both
ends in life meet."
Lillian smoothed the folds of a silk dressing
gown thoughtfully. " I shall have to do that now
myself," she sighed. " Will you teach me how ? !
Then scrambling hastily to her feet she held
out a box of chocolates. " Mamma sent 'em from
Philadelphia. She's on her way to Florida, She
usually goes to Palm Beach, but we're so poor this
year that she's got to stop in some little place
north of there, I can't remember where. It's
dreadful to be so poor, isn't it, dear ? '
Winifred accepted the candy, and left the room
laughing at Lillian's ideas of dire poverty.
Just as she was finishing putting on her gloves,
her door opened a crack and the nose of the
poverty-stricken one appeared and a very shapely
nose it was too !
" Winifred, I've been thinking how awfully
selfish it would be to report the scholarship first
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when there Gussie has been able to report it twice,
and instead, has turned the contribution over to
the Bees and to the Thetas. She should have the
honor. We're not honestly entitled to it."
" Truth to tell, Lillian/' confessed Winifred,
" I had not thought of that. My mind has been
chiefly on the redemption of your ring. Please
don't tell me again that you don't think."
" I've just gone into training ! " retorted Lillian
with a smile like a burst of sunshine.
She went down the hall singing gayly :
i Oh, Huntingdon, through our college days,
Even to thee will we sing of thy praise. '
A few moments later, when Winifred, in M.
Gussie's study, had satisfactorily disposed of the
subject of the Thanksgiving. party, she introduced
the matter of the scholarship, whereupon her
hostess became obstinate.
" The Weekly management all act so about that
scholarship that I'm right down provoked ! "
Winifred opened her eyes widely. She had not
heard of any unseemly actions on the part of the
managers of the college Weekly. Landon was
" They all say," M. Gussie's voice was positively
grumpy, " that the scholarship shall not be re-
ported as having been raised by the Weekly they
say I shall take the credit of it myself, and that
spoils all the fun. I shan't report any scholarship
on those terms.' 1
" You will ! ' contradicted Winifred. " And
right away, too ! '
M. Gussie set her full red lips obstinately to-
gether. Her long dark lashes fringed a pair of
handsome dark eyes also emitting obstinacy.
" It's exactly like a lot of boys to go spoil a
game in this way" M. Gussie was the only girl
on the Weekly " it's not fair play "
" It's the fairest of plays," contradicted Wini-
fred again, "and I admire their spunk. A nice
lot of boys they'd be to let a girl do all the work,
and then divide the credit "
" Shucks ! " exclaimed Gussie brusquely, worry-
ing a paper pad with the point of her fountain pen
" I can't take any credit for raising all that money.
It's mother. The people who give don't know me
from Adam or Eve, rather ! ' with a laugh.
" The only credit I can take is being wise enough
to sign myself as my mother's daughter that
brings the cash."
" I don't know how you get it," said Winifred
firmly, " but it comes, and I want you to finish up
the Weekly scholarship before Thanksgiving and
report it because, Gussie, there is every prospect
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that the rest of the money for ours will come to us
next week, and and please hurry up and finish
Gussie leaned forward, her face lighting with a
pleased smile. " Really, Winifred ? " she de-
manded. " I am so glad. You shall have the '
credit of the first report yes, listen to me. I'm
only one to enjoy the distinction, while there's
twenty-seven of you, beside all your alumnse. I'm
so unattached " -Gussie's tone was humorous,
but Winifred detected an undertone which lacked
humor "that I'd have no one to rejoice with me,
and so all the fun would be taken away. Why,
even the rest of the Weekly board have deserted
me, and I hate to stand alone that is," with guilty
haste, " in a matter of this kind, where there's no
principle involved. No-sir-ee ! ' She ended her
glib reasoning with a wave of her hand. " I shall
not finish my scholarship and I shall write up
Alpha Gamma in an editorial which will put you
on top of the auditorium dome ! I shall rejoice
with those who do rejoice, and I'm awfully glad
that you are among the rejoicers ! '
Winifred had not interrupted the flow of Gus-
sie's logic. She had sat with lips which tightened
resolutely at first and then gradually relaxed into
a smile. At the last word she arose, hugged Gus-
sie impulsively, and still smiling, but wordless,
ran down-stairs. At the foot she turned and faced
" All right, Gussie," she assented ambiguously,
adding, " I am glad, however, you are not ob-
stinate about coming to our party. Be sure you
come early, too."
For two days after the invitations to that party
had been issued, Lillian fairly hung over the little
table beside the outer door where the postman
placed the mail. Eagerly she opened all the
replies which arrived, and, although they were all
acceptances, her face unaccountably fell at the
sight of each signature.
" Army Blue has not sent us a word/' she
whispered to Winifred, at the close of the second
day, when the girls arose from the dinner table.
Her voice held a hesitancy foreign to Lillian. " I
I'm afraid that he doesn't know he should send
a reply, or else when he does reply it won't be
properly put, and the girls will but I shall not
care, because there are better things in the world
to know than the proper form to use in replying
to an invitation," with a defiant nod.
" That's true," returned Winifred emphatically,
" and Army Blue knows a lot of those things."
" But I thought," continued Lillian wisely,
" that I should look out for it, and if his reply
came and it were not not in good form, that I
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would just take possession of it and not let a soul
read it. Of course the girls would laugh at me,
but I'd rather they laughed at me than at at
Army Blue.' 3
Before Winifred could reply Janet appeared.
" You're wanted in the kitchen, Miss Lowe," she
announced, beginning to pick up the dishes.
As Winifred swung open the door leading into
the butler's pantry she came on Sayles Cooper
waiting for her. He had finished his dinner and
had come to meet her in the pantry, the kitchen
being occupied by Mrs. Betts and Newsy engaged
in earnest conversation.
" Miss Lowe, I want to ask you something."
The boy stood squarely in his worn shoes, and
raised his eyes to hers with a look which had in it
an element of bravery, but no flinching. " I ought
to have asked yesterday, but well, I had a time
to make myself ask at all ! ' His color rose, but
his eyes never wavered.
From his pocket he drew out an envelope, which
Winifred at once recognized. " I have never re-
ceived a written invitation to a party before," he
confessed quietly, " and well the long and short
of it is, I don't know how it ought to be treated."
Winifred laughed sympathetically, but answered
lightly : " With an acceptance, of course ! '
Army Blue smiled. " Yes, I shall come. I
SHE PROBED FOR A SPLINTER
THE NEW YORK
ASTOR, LENOX AND
have had DO other thought, but how shall I let
you know that I am coining ? You see I I don't
know how an acceptance ought to be worded and
there is none of the fellows that I care to ask. I
it seems more natural to ask you, even though
you are one of the girls who have been' 1 he
drew a long breath and glanced down at the
envelope, " been so kind to "
" Ourselves," interrupted Winifred swiftly. " We
are decidedly selfish in our invitations ! " and the
emphasis on that word selfish was very welcome to
Then, in a businesslike way, without more ado,
she took the invitation and wrote the proper form
of an acceptance on the back of it, and the recipient
departed with a relieved expression on his square
" I'll not say anything, even to Lillian, about
this," Winifred decided, as she paused to examine
a leaking faucet. " Lillian will be pleased, despite
her good resolutions, to have his acceptance appear
in good form."
At this point the colloquy in the kitchen at-
tracted her attention. Mrs. Betts sat in her rocker
with Newsy's small grimy palm pinched tightly in
her left hand while with the right she probed for
" It's as big as a telegraph pole," sniffed Newsy.
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" Say ! Guess I've got a cold in my head "
more sniffles as the needle broke through the cal-
louses and penetrated the soft flesh " my nose's
been actin' like this all day." He drew a coat
sleeve across the offending member. " I ouch !
It don't hurt none, only '
Here the " telegraph pole '' yielded to Mrs. Belts'
deft pull, and before Newsy understood what was
going on, he had lapsed again into the childhood
which he had believed lay far in the past of his
nine years of experience with life.
His arms were hugged tightly about Mrs. Belts'
neck, his injured hand bleeding unheeded over her
clean calico dress, his dirty little face held closely
against hers while he sobbed out of a heart full of
loneliness and neglect :
" You pick out splinters jest like like my
mother uster.' 3
And Winifred, standing in the pantry door,
smiled even while the tears ran down her own
cheeks, and Mrs. Belts said in a tender mother tone
which no child had ever cultivated, " Bless you,
dearie," the while straining the little fellow to a
heart full of mother love unclaimed.
But Newsy's tears were short lived, and pres-
ently he was wiping his eyes on Mrs. Belts' hand-
kerchief while he showed her the crepe bands on
his sleeves and boasted of their width, not forget-
ting, however, to lean against the arm which still
" They ain't many fellers that can show s' much
black fer their folks," he bragged, measuring the
crepe with his fingers, " nor such good black
neither. But that Mr. Stearns up there to the Psi
Upsilon House, he's all right, he is ! He give it
The mention of the Psi Upsilon Chapter House
seemed to recall Newsy to a sense of his duties, and
caused him to draw away from the comforting arm
and become a man again.
" Aw how I'm wastin' my time ! ' he cried,
briskly gathering up his load of papers. " I gotta
hustle ! " and away he sped beginning his familiar
cry of " Pa-piers " just outside the door.
" If I had a home that I in-tended to live in,"
said Mrs. Betts to Winifred without turning her
head, " I'd take that Newsy boy. But my place
up on the Green Valley Road is too far away from
neighbors for me to live e-ven with a boy."
Winifred, thinking of Moses Carter's great stone
house, went up-stairs to her books.
She did not tell the girls about the prospective
completion of the scholarship until the night be-
fore Thanksgiving, when every preparation for the
following day had been completed. Then she gath-
ered them into her room, closed the transom lest
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Janet might hear, and told them the story with, as
Lillian had put it, all the stage settings.
Furthermore, when the commotion over the tale
had somewhat subsided, she added an account of
her interview with M. Gussie and the latter's gen-
erous logic as to the advantages of having a joy
twenty-seven times intensified.
" I wish," exclaimed Punch emphatically, " that
we were twenty-eight, as we might be, and that the
twenty-eighth were M. Gussie Barker."
" There isn't another such a brilliant all-around
girl in college," mused Adelaide Prell.
" And she is going to amount to something after
she leaves college," chimed in Lillian, " which can-
not be said of all of us. I think we'd better look out
for that the making of a l glorious alumnae ' such
as our old girls are always talking about ! I, for
one, never can be glorious, but M. Gussie will
" And her individuality is being softened day by
day," added Marguerite Southy.
The girls were speaking out of hearts mellowed
by Gussie's unselfishness, and so evenly balanced
had been the scales whereon hung the liking for
and the prejudice against her, that her act destroyed
the balance, and, presently, acting on the sugges-
tion of Rebecca Bicknell, a solemn procession of
Alpha Gammas filed up to the third floor, and in
special sorority meeting, formally talked M. Gus-
sie over and gravely " voted her in."
And Winifred was duly appointed to extend to
her the following day the chapter's invitation to
become its twenty-eighth active member.
THE car, scheduled to arrive in Cartersville at
two o'clock Thanksgiving afternoon, bore the
Alpha Gamma working committee, chaperoned
by Mrs. Betts, who had carefully instilled into
Mr. Carter's mind the fact that only the needs of
her dear girls induced her to spend an afternoon in
his " heathenish " and insufficiently heated abode.
"Oh, dear! " sighed Lillian as they started for
the car. " It's a dreadful hardship not to see our
team beat Fayette to smithereens ! '
At the risk of stumbling she kept her eyes fixed
on the flag which crowned the great stadium and
announced the last game of the season. The roads
and paths leading to the stadium were choked
with people bearing the pennant of Huntingdon.
Groups of students swarmed over the campus
working themselves into a fine frenzy by their
enthusiastic yells and songs. Just as the last
member of the Cartersville party mounted the
platform of the car, a group of men from the
Alpha Delta Chapter House passed singing lustily :
"Get into the game to win, boys,
Every mother's son of you ;
Stand firm along the line, boys,
Watch the ball this time it's going through."
" Don't you wish you were going to watch it
go through ? ' asked Lillian of Joseph Amherst
Pierce, who sat beside her.
And Joseph Amherst answered gallantly but
not very truthfully : " Who would want to attend
a ball game when he could be of some assistance
to you ? "
" You'll be almost repaid/' returned Lillian
sweetly, " by the sight of that prehistoric
house I '
Five minutes of two found Mr. Carter standing
near his " prehistoric abode ' watching the ap-
proaching car eagerly. He had met every car
since ten that morning, although Winifred had
informed him half a dozen times that they would
not reach his home before two o'clock.
His fur coat was unbuttoned, and his feet planted
far apart as though to brace him against a sudden
shock. His cherubic countenance was very red,
and although the thermometer registered only ten
above zero, his brow was covered with a fine mist
as though he had been exposed to a summer day
shower. He held his hat in one hand, while with
the other he clutched a yellow-bordered hand-
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kerchief and mopped away the perspiration with
The stopping of the car, however, seemed to blot
out all outward signs of agitation. It deprived
him of the power of motion, leaving him a
statue erected to Great Expectations. He stood
bareheaded, his hair in wild confusion, attendant
on the vigorous use of the handkerchief. The
descent of that useful article had been arrested on
a level with his chin, while he held his hat poised
above his head. Between, his unwinking eyes
devoured the dismounting passengers.
First came the gallant Joseph Amherst Pierce,
his crown adorned by the latest shape in derbys,
his feet by the latest shape in tan leather ; next
appeared Rebecca, followed by Winifred, Lillian,
and Adelaide Prell. Beside Adelaide was a senior,
Robert Hine, dubbed Adelaide's " Shadow " by the
girls, because, for a year, she had worn a diminu-
tive pearl on the third finger of her left hand,
and, furthermore, the term applied was consistent
with the young man's appearance. After the
" Shadow " scrambled Newsy, whom the girls had
picked up on the way to run errands.
As each passenger appeared, Mr. Carter's face
became longer and longer, redder and redder.
Finally, when it had been reduced to an apoplectic
hue, and the dew on his forehead had gathered
into raindrops, Mrs. Betts dawned on his vision in
a leisurely fashion, her motions somewhat impeded
by her roomy " arctics." But the moment Mr.
Carter's bulging eyes fell on her, he was galva-
nized into action. Clapping his hat on his head
he dashed forward with his hand outstretched, an
expansive smile wreathing his erstwhile anxious
face. The sun once more illuminated his world,
and all nature beamed.
" Your first trip to Cartersville ? " he boomed to
the correct Joseph Amherst, wringing that young
man's hand until its owner was sure it was loose
at the wrist. " It's your first, but it won't be your
last when I've showed you my cattle can't be
beat, they can't, in this county, if I do say it as
shouldn't ! And then there's my horses." His
hand gripped the Shadow's, and Robert Hine
openly writhed. " Wait till you've seen my colts
and poultry raised from eggs at thirty-six dol-
lars per dozen. Hey, you little rascal ! Who're
This to Newsy, who, holding out a manly hand,
began, " I'm " when the words were jerked out
of his mouth by an unexpected journey aloft, the
Wilmot ' bursting out in an irrepressible giggle
above the head of the captain of industry.
" What's you called fer short?' demanded
Moses as the boy bumped the ground again.
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11 ' Newsy 1 ' " laughed the child. " Jest 'Newsy/
'n' I've corne along over to help fer the party, and
I'm goin' to make a dime off'n it ! '
" Shoo-fly, now I ' cried Mr. Carter as joyfully
as the boy. " A dime ? I'll make it two if ye
skip around good '11' lively ! "
Then and not till then did Mr. Carter recognize
the feminine portion of the party, including Mrs.
Betts, in his loud salutation of " Hello, girls !
Ain't this a nice warm day ? '
" Lovely ! " responded Winifred, who was shiver-
ing in the keen air until her teeth chattered.
"Why, it's colder'n ' Greenland's icy moun-
tains ! ' ' contradicted the astonished Newsy, who
was a regular attendant at church and familiar
with many hymns.
But Moses paid no attention to the correction.
Out of the tail of his eye he regarded Mrs. Betts,
who was wordlessly but calmly shaking out her
Then the march on Cartersville began. Mr.
Carter led with Joseph Amherst, who was sur-
reptitiously nursing his right hand, while Mrs.
Betts and Newsy, who gravitated naturally in her
direction, brought up the rear of the procession.
The anxieties which had evidently, of late, beset
him were forgotten, as his small hand found its
way into Mrs. Betts' and his glance was drawn up-
ward by the motherly sympathy and understand-
ing in her face.
Thus they approached the grove of hemlocks
and the surprise which the girls were agog with
curiosity to see.
" Everything looks exactly the same as it did,"
whispered Lillian in Winifred's ear. " There are
those awful funeral trees that you can't see through
until you get up to the tops of the chimneys, and,
why ! We didn't go this way before ! '
The stone house, within its sheltering grove,
stood in the V made by two converging public
highways. On their previous visit, the girls had
approached the house through the gate opening
on the right fork of the road. Moses now led the
party up the left fork to a similar gate forming an
entrance through hemlocks as dense.
With a flourish he flung open the gate and
stood aside beaming on his guests as they clattered
through on the board walk. This movement
brought him behind Sairy Mary Betts whom he
regarded with an interest which was fairly vocal in
its intensity. As she passed through the gate the
low, untrimmed branches caught her hat, jerking
it over one ear and causing her to mutter wrath-
" These un-trimmed trees are heath-enish. I
wouldn't stand 'era for "
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Here her mutter was lost in a scream from the
impulsive Lillian. " Where is the dear ugly old
stone house ? Why-ee, see ! It has disappeared ! "
Mrs. Betts stopped short. She nearly fell off
the walk as the " surprise " loomed up before
them. " Oh, my goodness me ! " she ejaculated.
The seemingly dense hemlock grove proved to
be only a screen inside of which the trees had
been cut down and their roots grubbed out, leav-
ing a wide, pleasantly sloping lawn. Here and
there, under the light snow, appeared the forms of
flower beds Mrs. Betts had a mania for flowers
massed in " beds/' There was one shaped like a
heart and bordered with large shells. Another was
rectangular flanked by round stones painted white.
" In the summer/' announced Moses, " when I
get 'round to it and have got rid of some of the
work on my four hundred acres I'm goin' to cut
out all them trees 'twixt us and the road, and take
the fence away and grade it down." He looked
at Mrs. Betts. " I left 'em there so'st everybody
wouldn't know that I was a-buildin' a new house
and be offerin' me advice. But with them trees
all down you'll see a view that can't be beat in
this county, if I do say so. You can see clean up
to town in that direction," pointing, " and 'way
up among the hills that way. Nothing like it, I
tell ye. But what're we all standing here gawpin'
for ? " hospitably. " Come on in and see the place.
It's as good as I could make it/' with another
glance at Mrs. Betts, " but if it can be fixed any
better, why, say so, for I'm gettin' it up regard-
" But the old stone house ! " mourned Winifred.
" What have you done with the old stone house? '
" Put it in my vest pocket, of course ! " roared
Mr. Carter, slapping his leg.
He piloted the group across the lawn at the foot
of which the board walk yielded to one of stone
leading to the porch of a new white house with
green blinds and trimmings green was Mrs.
Betts' favorite color. The porch was wide. It
emerged from the dense hemlocks which stood
back of the lawn on one side of the house, ran
around three sides of the surprise and disappeared
among the hemlocks on the other side. Beneath
it were the French windows, on which Mrs. Betts
doted, and in each window hung a bird cage.
As Sairy Mary followed in Moses' wake her
face was a study in emotions. Her calm was
pierced and her defense of seeming indifference
broken down. Her lips quivered slightly as she
mounted the steps leading to the porch.
Beside the door, Moses, with a grin more ex-
pansive than any preceding it, punched a button.
Within sounded the delicate tinkle of a bell.
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" Nice sound that/' he announced. " I sent
clean to Buffalo for that bell."
He opened the door, but paused on the thresh-
old to point to a glass bulb swinging from the
roof of the porch. " Electricity. Made a bargain
with the trolley company for lights for the hull
business/' waving his hand inside the door.
" They charge, they do, but that don't make no
difference to me. I got this up regardless, if I do
say it as shouldn't.' 3
Adelaide peered through the open door. The
smell of warm varnish and new paint greeted her
nostrils. " Then you've torn down the stone
house ! 5 she accused in a tone which contained
more than a suggestion of personal injury.
Before Mr. Carter would reply Lillian darted
swiftly around the corner of the house crying in
bewildering sequence, " I know ! I understand !
Come on. He hasn't, either ! '
She disappeared among the hemlocks, drawing
after her on slower feet the younger members of
the party, Newsy bringing up the rear. In an
instant her joyful shriek, " It's here ! It's here 1 "
brought the others in undignified haste. Even
Joseph Amherst Pierce ran.
She was dancing about like an excited child.
" Don't you see what he has done ? " she demanded,
parting the tangle of branches. " Here is this
darling ugly old house and this mysterious sigh-
ing, moaning yard just as it has been for ages and
ages ! The houses stand back to back. See ?
Each faces a road, and from the white house
you'd never suspect the existence of this, and
from here you'd never know there was a new
house near, all on account of these trees. Don't
you see, girls ? The white house must have been
almost finished the day we were here, but we
didn't see it. Ugh ! How these trees talk and
cry and moan and whisper. Let's go in."
Lillian stuffed her fingers into her ears as the
wind stirred the hemlocks, and, clattering over the
board walk rapidly, followed by the others, pulled
the clamorous door-bell.
" Golly ! ' shouted Newsy, springing back, his
eyes as big as saucers. " What's that ? '
11 Home-made thunder," answered Joseph Am-
herst who had, to the delight of his listeners, side-
stepped more quickly than comported with his
In a moment a smiling girl admitted them, and
they were swarming over the quaint old rooms,
all talking at once. They examined the clock in
the first room, turned the spinning-wheel in the
" other room," as its owner named it, a room open-
ing out of the one with which the girls were al-
ready familiar. They ran up the stone stairs
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leading from the "other room" and investigated
the great four-poster beds with their wilderness
of feather beds. They examined the flapping
bellows and the andirons which accompanied the
fireplace in every room ; they sat on the bench in
front of the great loom which stood as Mr. Carter's
grandmother had left it with a piece of linen
" drawn in," the yarn beam covered thickly by
threads discolored with age.
Finally Newsy recalled the party to a sense of
its duties by exclaiming, " See here, you ! I gotta
hustle if I make twenty cents and git back to the
Hill with the papers in time. I can't hang around
here all day doin' nothin' ! '
" Neither can we, Newsy," cried Lillian drop-
ping a pair of bellows.
Winifred hastily deserted the loom. " Where's
the chairman of this committee? As Newsy
poetically puts it, we've ' gotta hustle ' I "
Adelaide, the chairman, appeared with a linen
towel in her hand. " Oh, girls, look at this cloth.
Woven on that loom and bound to last forever."
" Really, girls," chimed in Rebecca, " it's folly
for us to go 011 and plan a lot of silly games.
Why, this house will furnish an evening's enter-
" But my twenty cents " began Newsy in
Winifred laughed, and squeezed the child's
shoulders between her palms. " You shall earn
your twenty cents, dear," she replied and Newsy,
in his relief, forgave her the adjective applied to
him in the presence of other men !
Down-stairs filed the workers, intent now on
finding Mr. Carter.
At the back of the " other room," Winifred
opened a door and found herself looking down a
narrow passage and through an open doorway.
" Come on," she called to the others. " This is
not the ' missing link/ but the connecting link
between the eighteenth century and the twen-
In single file the party marched down the pas-
sage and entered the living-room of the " civilized
house" and the presence of Mrs. Betts who had
spent the hour in a tour of investigation, person-
She sat tired and panting in an enormous leather
armchair which with squeaks and groans pro-
claimed its newness. Mr. Carter, in his exuberance
of spirits, had insisted on her occupying that par-
ticular chair, although her shoes, still cased in their
arctics, dangled helplessly a foot from the floor,
and she could scarcely catch her breath, so far back
did she sink.
The surprise had made Mrs. Betts unexpectedly
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tractable, but had not dulled her sense of humor.
The dimples of long ago were struggling unsuc-
cessfully to reappear. Her eyes twinkled and her
lips twitched. Long and contentedly she gazed on
the grass-green Brussels rug and the highly gilded
steam radiators, which Mr. Carter was at present
putting through their paces for her benefit.
" They're the best I could get," he demonstrated
joyfully. "Sent t' New York for 'em. See?
They're hitched onto the wall instead of set on the
floor so ye can put the carpets right down without
cuttin' and folding back. Then you unscrew
this Want to get busy, do you ? '
The last was addressed to Winifred, who had
ventured to interrupt his monologue. " All right.
See here, now ! I've made a little change. I had
the girls clear out the north room for your corn
huskin', because ye might all catch your death of
cold goin' back and forth between the house and
the barn to-night girls dress so queer evenin's.
But come on out now and see what corn shocks
you want carried up t' the room."
He started toward the outer door, but paused in
front of Mrs. Betts. " I'll be back in a minute,
Sairy. But pull up to the stove radiator, I mean,
and get your feet warm. It's powerful cold to-
Joseph Amherst smothered a laugh in his hand-
kerchief and beat a hasty retreat to the door. The
imported radiators had done their duty by the
temperature of the room until the canaries hung
their beaks open and held their wings away from
their warm little bodies.
" Say, Mr. Carter/' exclaimed Newsy, lingering,
" I never seen a house like this, never ! It knocks
spots offn everything.' 1
And because Mr. Carter's opinion exactly coin-
cided with Newsy's, and because Newsy was con-
sumed with honest admiration and wonder over
everything in sight not forgetting, however, to
hustle for his twenty cents Mr. Carter folded the
waif, figuratively speaking, to his breast.
They left Sairy Mary gazing appreciatively at
the ornate crystal chandelier from which hung
dozens of dangling tinkling pendants procured
" I'm afraid/' Rebecca whispered with a back-
ward glance as she and Winifred passed one of the
French windows, " that the days of our cook in the
chapter house are numbered."
Winifred nodded. " I think the surprise has
made it a case of ' Barkis is willinV Isn't Mr.
Carter a bright one to think of this? He can keep
up the old stone house and the new house at the
same time and live in both places. I don't wonder
he is a captain of industry."
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" I hope that in his excitement he won't forget
to pass over our scholarship check," murmured
In the barn, while Joseph Amherst and the
Shadow were selecting the shocks of corn, red and
yellow, Mr. Carter drew Winifred aside.
" I want t' show ye over the house and tell ye
something. Don't want none of these others
around neither/ 1
What he had to tell her it was not difficult for
Winifred to surmise, and when, presently, she
found herself at liberty to view the new home, her
surmise proved correct.
Mr. Carter journeyed from room to room in a
gay and genial mood, throwing wide the doors with
the air of a prince exhibiting his domain.
" I know how t' get things done," he declared
in a burst of self-congratulation. " I just went up
t' town to Gretchel's furniture store and I called
for the head fellow. ' Now,' I says t' him, ' I've
got a new house that ye don't find in every day's
journey, and I want it furnished from head t' hoof
with the best this store can turn out/ says I. ' I
want ye t' come along back with me and do
your own measuring and fussin', says I. 1 1
want ye t' fix it up t' suit a woman that likes
things nice and homelike and cozy with lots of
style and color and fixin's. Everything up t'
date/ says I, ' and a little bit beyond, if ye have t'
send t' New York t' find it,' says I. ' I want this
house a record breaker for your store. You'll never
have a chance to fix up a better place.' Wall, he
done it. Of course all he had t' do was t' follow
my directions, and he done that finally. He come
up here a dozen times and fooled around and asked
me how much I wanted to pay for this and that
until I succeeded in gettin' it through his noddle
that I wanted the rooms furnished regardless.
Then he went ahead. No parties ought to find
fault with this house, ought they ? '
" Did a party find any fault?" asked Winifred
Mr. Carter's rubicund face took on additional
color. He blew a resounding blast on his yellow
bordered handkerchief and then gave his entire
attention to turning the electricity on and off in
the bulb which lighted a little bedroom at the end
of the hall.
" No fault this trip," he murmured in a cautious
tone, " with the house or with yours truly. She
ahem-m she thinks that after Christmas, mebby,
when you have had a chance to look around and
git a good cook she'll "
Here Mr. Carter broke off and gazed abstractedly
about the little room with its narrow white iron
bedstead and white walls.
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" She sorter takes to that little Newsy, don't
" She certainly does," replied Winifred emphat-
" She said somethin' here standin' in this very
door well, I don't have no objections. She can
adopt a dozen if she wants 'em," recklessly ; " I
guess I can feed 'em off'n four hundred acres and
seven hired men and a hundred head See
here ! ' With an effort Mr. Carter came back
from his dream of the future, and plunged into
present realities. " You hain't seen the kitchen
yet. I tell you there ain't such another kitchen
in this county, if I do say it ! '
At six o'clock the committee on preparations
departed to rest and eat and dress for the evening,
despite Mr. Carter's protest that the hired girls
could feed the " whole push " in the new house.
In vain, also, he urged Mrs. Betts to return in
" Not I," said Sairy Mary firmly. " Somebody
else can do the chapy-rooning to-night. I'm goin'
home and get into comfortable togs and wash the
dishes so that Jan-et can go out with her steady.
Jan-et won't be young but once, and she ain't goin'
to miss noth-ing if I can help it."
THE evening's fun was at its height in the un-
used room of the old stone house. The pine board
floor was bare. The thick walls, covered with
faded, dingy paper, were pierced with high, nar-
row bare windows protected by the same clumsy,
solid wooden shutters which had protected the
Revolutionary Carters from more than one attack
by the Indians. In the immense fireplace the
flames, crackling and snapping, curled themselves
around the heaped-up logs, and then roared up
the wide chimney, filling the room with a glim-
mering, dancing light which was strengthened by
lanterns suspended from the walls and ceiling.
Mr. Carter had been determined to call in an
electrician and have a wire run into the north
room from the new house, thereby enabling the
guests to " see by a light that was a light/' He
likened the room with its lanterns to a ten-acre
lot on a summer night with a mess o' fireflies scat-
tered around ! When the girls protested and told
him that electricity was out of keeping with the
" prehistoric house," he gave up and called in all
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the lanterns which his premises afforded, saying,
" Bein' wimmin, you'll have }^our own way whether
or no ! "
On the floor under these stationary "fireflies/'
with their backs against the wall, sat the mascu-
line portion of the company, and in front of each
man lay a shock of unhusked corn, at which some
of them looked ruefully.
Landon Stearns, who had, that afternoon, made
a touch-down that would be recorded in the annals
of football, hugged his knees awkwardly and felt
of an ear. " The thing to do, I suppose, is to tear
this thing out of the husks, but how do you do
The man who sat next to him husked an ear
deftly while Landon watched.
" Seems easy/' he muttered, " but " and he
rolled his eyes toward the center of the table
where, beneath the lantern, lay the prizes securely
" It would be my luck," mourned Landon, " to
win the rear prize."
" Which is which ? " asked the other.
Landon leaned forward and looked critically at
the two packages, both temptingly bulky, lying
side by side on the table.
" To the unassisted eye," he decided, " they look
very much alike. But one must represent quantity
and the other quality, and it's me for the quantity
every time ! I never fail when there's a booby
prize in sight."
Gingerly he stretched out his long legs under
his shock of corn and then peered over the shock
in comical dismay.
" I say there I ' he called, pointing ; " those
shoes away out there belong to me. Please don't
fall over 'em any oftener than it's necessary, for I
foresee I'll be too much engaged for about ten
minutes to look after 'em myself ! '
Ten minutes marked the duration of the contest.
" Mr. Carter, isn't it time? '' implored Lillian in
a voice which would lead a listener who could not
look into the north room to think some one's life
hung in the balance. " Can't they begin now? '
" Shoo-fly, now," shouted Mr. Carter; " keep cool
there! No, it ain't. Don't git excited. Give 'em
a chance to git all ready to begin."
Mr. Carter, in a state of high excitement him-
self, stood watch in hand near the prizes. He
was in his element dispensing hospitality, showing
off his new home, reciting its superiorities and in-
viting every one to come out to Cartersville by
daylight, view his barns and stock and stay to sup-
He had arrayed himself gorgeously in his best,
which consisted of a dark blue checked suit with
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patent leather shoes, green stockings and a red tie.
The watch, by the aid of which he expected to
time the husking, was solid and as large as he was
able to obtain.
Punch created much merriment by administer-
ing an oath to the hostesses who had an important
duty to perform. " Will you promise to count
corn, whole corn and nothing but corn ? " she
asked, " and count it to the best of your knowl-
edge of numbers ? !
Every one except Lillian answered laughingly,
" I will." She cried quite solemnly, " I do," and
took her place in front of Army Blue.
" You must win first prize," she whispered,
stooping to pick up a dried tassel from the corn
shock before him.
The boy looked up at the vision in soft fluffy
pink that swam before his unsteady sight.
" I shall try," he replied, " not so much for the
prize as because " He did not finish, but bent
over his allotment of corn.
" Time ! " shouted Mr. Carter. " Begin ! Husk
corn ! "
Immediately there ensued a desperate rustling of
the dried leaves, mingled with thump, thump,
thump, as the ears were tossed out on the floor in
front of each worker and in front of his guarding
hostess whose duty it was to " count corn," but
who was in each case so convulsed over the antics
of the huskers that she could scarcely attend to
" I haven't laughed so much since I was in col-
lege," called Mrs. Willow to Mrs. Bois in a low tone.
" I wish we were girls again ! '
There were present several of the " old girls '
with their husbands who had forgotten that they
Mrs. Bois lowered her voice till it was lost in
the general confusion. " One doesn't have to be a
girl again to enjoy our host, at any rate. Listen
to him ! "
It was not difficult to hear him, as his voice
soared aloft perpetually, directed first at one worker
then at another in a riot of high spirits.
" Hello there, Willow ! I never seen you sweat
at that rate in the court room. You're used to
making the other feller sweat there, eh ? Well,
keep cool, but make the husks fly faster."
" The husks didn't stick so tight to the ears
when I was a boy," retorted the perspiring lawyer.
" Ha ! Ha ! ' roared Mr. Carter, his eyes rov-
ing to the other side of the room. " Go it, Bois !
Sellin' stock ain't in it with huskin' corn for
stock t' eat, is it? Your kind's dead, and my
kind's alive, and the one that takes care of the
live stock has t' hustle. Guess you'd find that out
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if you run four hundred acres and one hundred
head of cattle."
" They'd be run into the ground if I had 'em/'
cried Mr. Bois, hunting frantically under his shock
for another ear while two stared him in the face
from the top.
" Say, Stirrup/* as Mr. Carter was looking at
Landon Stearns he straightway appropriated the
remark Mr. Carter's memory for names being
weak " which you rather do, make a touch-up or
husk corn ? : Mr. Carter was not versed in terms
of football, but far be it from him to acknowledge
Landon groaned. " Football is child's play
compared with this." He was breaking the ears
and scratching his fingers awkwardly.
Finally, Mr. Carter's glance alighted on Army
Blue, and Mr. Carter was moved to instant ad-
" Hey, young man ! You've been there before !
You know how. Say, that's letter A work."
If Army Blue heard he gave no sign. He did
not speak. He never even lifted his eyes to Lil-
lian, who balanced her dainty self on the tips of
her slender toes in joyful anticipation, counting
the ears aloud as they fell before her faster and
Army Blue did nothing but husk corn.
He wore that evening for the first time the
black suit which fitted him well and delighted
Lillian's eyes. She looked once at the freshly
polished shoes with a rent in one and a patched
sole on the other, and loyally refused to look again.
" Professor," shouted Moses to Instructor Wright,
" better git a gait on, or the booby prize will come
handy to you. Guess you know more about dead
and gone languages than about farmin'."
" i Every man to his own calling/ ' quoted M.
Gussie Barker quickly, and the flush of irritation
which had arisen to the instructor's forehead died
away. M. Gussie was counting his ears, and she
had much unoccupied time at her command.
Winifred, who stood beside her, took occasion to
speak under cover of the commotion. " After the
prizes have been awarded, Gussie, w r e can slip
away unnoticed for a few minutes. I have some-
thing to ask you."
" Very well," returned Gussie. Then with
laughing eyes in which lay a wistful expression
she put the question, " I'm on my best behavior
to-night is it all that can be desired ? "
" Indeed it is 1 ' murmured Winifred. " I've
been listening to you. You've said such nice tact-
ful things to Mr. Wright."
M. Gussie giggled faintly, and stooped over the
little heap of corn at her feet. "I've lost my
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count," she smiled. "How many ears have you
husked since I have been talking with Miss
The faculty member grinned uneheerfully. " I
average three for every five minutes. I think
after this you girls better play a game of baseball,
and let me laugh at you."
" Oh, that wouldn't be fair," retorted Gussie.
" You can laugh at us any day in the class room,
while we never have an opportunity to laugh at
Winifred glanced at the mollified countenance
of the faculty member and turned away to conceal
her smiles. M. Gussie could certainly be tactful
if she chose.
" Tactfulness is a trade that I've never over-
worked," M. Gussie was wont to remark with a
sigh. " It takes so long to learn it and it gets un-
learned so quickly in my case."
But in view of the question she had to ask her,
Winifred was pleased to observe that Gussie was
working at the " trade ' that evening. The " old
girls ' present were regarding her with lively
interest, being apprized of the invitation she was
about to receive.
" A remarkably fine-looking girl," Mrs. Willow,
on the other side of Winifred, commented. " We
shall be proud of her appearance."
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" But her appearance is not the best part of
Gussie," responded Winifred quickly. " She's so
capable and very unselfish. She will not only
ornament Alpha Gamma she will work for her."
Into the midst of this remark boomed Mr. Car-
ter's voice, and the chatter and confusion which
reigned in the north room was suddenly stilled.
" One, two, three," yelled Mr. Carter. " Time's
up. Quit ! " and the rustle of the corn-stalks
ceased as though by magic.
Landon drew in his feet and arose holding out
his bruised hands, causing them to dangle help-
lessly from the wrists. " Give me the booby prize,"
he called, " and then bring on some ointment and
bind up my wounds."
" Yes," growled a senior across the room.
"Stearns can afford to hang himself all over with
booby prizes after the touch-down he made to-day."
" Touch-down," muttered Moses Carter thought-
fully, " down."
Then he bestowed his attention on Lillian.
Lillian was excited. Her dark eyes danced and
glowed, and her feet would scarcely remain on the
floor as she pointed to the heap of red corn which
she was jealously guarding, shrilling in her deep
" We've won ! We've won ! Look at our pile.
None of you has half so many ears."
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" Just like a woman," muttered Mr. Carter
musingly. " Stand by and look at a man work
like blazes and then come in on half of the
The matter reached the ears of Army Blue. He
made no reply, but a swift upward glance at the
girl who was appropriating the fruits of his labor
so naively ought to have been a satisfactory answer
to the host.
There ensued a rush to the victor's corner, for
the boy had so far outdistanced the rest that there
remained no doubt in any one's mind even before
the results of the count were reported.
Mrs. Willow, one of the judges, tossing an ear
of corn at her husband to attract his attention,
called laughingly, " Mr. Willow, I'm ashamed that
you, an old farm-hand, should allow yourself to
be outstripped by a beardless youth."
" Why, that's exactly what General Braddock
said of Abraham Lincoln," cried Lillian enthusi-
astically, and so sure was she that, for once, she
had her historical facts straight, that she did not
pause to inquire into the laugh which followed, but
ran to the table and seized one of the packages.
" Here it is, and we have earned it," she in-
sisted breathlessly, her cheeks as red as blush
Army Blue stood very straight, with squared
shoulders, while Mrs. Willow unwrapped and
exposed the first prize, a wooden candlestick
carved to represent an ear of corn emerging from
its husks. This he received with dignity. Life
was a serious business to Army Blue, who had
never had enough of its frolics to learn how to
" This," laughed Mrs. Willow, " is to light you
along the path of knowledge."
" He doesn't need it, Mrs. Willow," called a
freshman from the rear of the room. "If he has
any more light shed on his pathway, the rest of us
can't keep him in sight."
Then, amid cries of " Good boy, Stearns ! '
" The ball is over with you all right ! ' " This is
the touch-down of your career ! ' Landon came
forward and received the " rear prize," the pro-
duction of their host, a corn-stalk fiddle and bow
such as he had fashioned often in his boyhood.
Landon received the prize with an air of resigna-
tion and immediately drew the bow screamingly
across the resined strings stretched across the
hollowed corn-stalk. Delighted with the impres-
sion which the sound made on the feminine
portion of his audience, he turned to Army Blue.
" Come, Cooper, light up, won't you ? We'll
go around serenading. It's meet, anyway, that
the two successes of the evening travel together ! '
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Another member of Psi Upsilon came up on the
other side of the candlestick bearer and Lillian,
making her way to Winifred's side, pushed that
young lady almost into the fireplace in order to
get her out of hearing of the rest while she de-
manded: "Do you see how the Psi U's swarm
around Army Blue to-night? And do you see
how the Alpha Delts are trying to get near him ?
Now do you suppose it can mean oh, I'm on tip-
toe to find out if it really means he's going to be
rushed ! And I really don't know which frat I
should advise him to join. And, Winifred, do you
suppose he'll feel too poor to join either if he is
asked? Doesn't he look perfectly splendid in that
black suit ? I don't care if his shoes are old.
There's just that much more chance for him to
become famous, because all famous men wore
patched shoes when they were young, and not
of 'em at that, and - "
But some one called just then for Miss Antwerp,
and Lillian, leaving her sentence uncompleted,
hurried away to answer the call.
For an instant Winifred stood alone beside the
fireplace laughing at this excited flood of observa-
tions, and as she stood there, Landon and Army
Blue worked themselves to the outskirts of the
crowd, and stood in front of her without noticing
who was behind them.
" I want a pencil. Who has a pencil ? " asked
Marguerite Southy, who had the next game in
A dozen men began to search their pockets, and
among them Army Blue, but to Winifred's ob-
servant eye, he did not seem very familiar with
those useful receptacles. With diligence, however,
he went through them, arriving at the inner
pockets of the coat just as Landon stepped forward
with the desired article, saying to Marguerite :
" I'll exchange a pencil for your promise that
there's no booby prize connected with the next
number on the program.' 3
Army Blue, drawing back still nearer Winifred,
had discovered on the inside of his coat a pocket
too deep and narrow to admit his whole hand. It
was evidently intended for a bill-book or a check-
book, and as evidently its wearer had not found it
before. He proceeded to investigate it by pushing
the bottom up to meet the fingers of the other
hand. Suddenly, Winifred saw the expression on
his face change. A look of astonishment was fol-
lowed by one of dismay as he drew something
from the pocket and glancing down at it thrust it
hurriedly back again.
His hands fell to his sides and his chin dropped
until his eyes looked straight down to the floor, at
which he gazed unseeing, all the lines about them
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indicating perplexity. A moment he stood mo-
tionless, then as his name was spoken from the
end of the room, he aroused himself, buttoned up
his coat and responded.
At the same time Gussie's voice sounded in
Winifred's ears. " Here I am, ready to answer
that question you wished to ask me."
Winifred slipped her hand beneath Gussie's arm,
led her down the old stone stairs and into the de-
serted and overheated living-room of the " civilized
house," but all the time she was asking herself
what Army Blue had found which had made such
a profound impression on him.
" I'm afraid it is a paper or old envelope which
will give away the giver," she thought, adding
fervently, " I hope not, for then he would put the
clothes on his list of indebtedness and that list is
too long already."
Under the wonderful chandelier the girls stopped
in the flood of light flashing and scintillating
through the twinkling glass pendants. Gussie,
throwing her weight carelessly on one foot, stood
easily, her red lips curved into an inquiring smile.
Her pose was one of extreme independence, but
her humorous affectionate dark eyes belied her
pose, inviting companionship and all the joys of
With the solemnity and gentle dignity which
her mission invoked, Winifred told the other of
the enthusiastic discussion and unanimous ballot
on her name the previous day, and extended the
invitation for her to become the twenty-eighth
Alpha Gamma. But the instant the formality of
the invitation was ended, the inviter ran impul-
sively forward and throwing her arms about Gus-
sie cried :
" Oh, Gussie, I'm so glad it's done at last, and
that I was chosen to do it."
Gussie drew a long breath and smoothed the fair
head against her shoulder. " I'm glad also," she
said simply. " The invitation is the greatest honor
that has come to me in Huntingdon or, as I feel
about it now, could come. To be chosen by
twenty-seven lovely girls to be one of them
thank you, Winifred."
Suddenly Winifred drew back, and placing her
hands on Gussie's shoulder looked at her in sud-
den alarm. There was a queer note in her voice.
It was low and did not speak of triumph, and her
eyes were moist. Her lips no longer smiled, but
were fixed in a determined red line.
" Gussie Barker ! ' cried Winifred in a sup-
pressed voice. " Why, Gussie Barker ! '
" No/' Gussie answered Winifred's tone, " I
can't." She took the hands from her shoulders
and held them in a warm clasp. " It's this way,
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Winifred. All last year I pretended to scorn the
sororities because none of them wished me, and I
was determined not to show how it hurt for it
did hurt ! ' She paused, catching her lower lip
between her teeth for an instant. " I wanted to
' belong ' somewhere, and after I learned to to
care for you, I wanted to be an Alpha Gamma. I
came to want it more than honors or any thing else
that college could give me. Not that I think
Alpha Gamma is so far ahead of the other sororities
as its members think " in her earnestness Gus-
sie did not forget her appalling honesty--" but be-
cause I had come to love so many of its members/'
" I am glad you do," cried Winifred obstinately,
refusing to acknowledge Gussie's unbelievable re-
fusal, " because you are to be one of us indeed
you are I We have invited you, and Alpha Gamma
has never yet lost an invitation."
" No," responded Gussie gently, " I can't accept.
No, listen. When I went back home last summer,
I felt pretty bad, I tell you, because I wore no
sorority pin and could tell of of that sorority's
exclusiveness," frankly, " and of the good times
the members had together. Then I got to think-
ing. And when I came back, I thought more along
the same line. I began to look around me and,
Winifred, I found that the spirit that actuates the
girls in joining sororities and it's the same with
the men is always, ' I'll try to join the one where
I can get the most benefit/ And the thought
which would not let me alone was that perhaps
this is not the best spirit."
Here Gussie dropped Winifred's hands and
turned away, wearing the embarrassed air which
always covered her when she tried to tell or to
avoid telling anything which might reflect credit
"Well, Gussie?' Winifred's voice was a trifle
constrained, for was not her beloved sorority suf-
fering its first loss in invitations ?
" It seems to me the better spirit is, Winifred,
and please don't think me prudish or sermonizing,
or anything like that," Gussie turned back im-
ploringly, " for all this is just for me, remember,
not for any one else but the thought would come
I didn't want it but I couldn't get rid of it
and the thought is, ' I ought to join a sorority
with the idea of giving rather than receiving/
And so when the Thetas "
" Oh, Gussie, that little new Theta ? " Winifred
dropped back in dismay.
" Yes, ' little new Theta/ where there is a load of
work to do and where money and and brains are
needed there's so much there that ought to be
given. They invited me the first of the year, but I
was fighting this thought then, Winifred I told
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you I didn't want to hold it but it wouldn't be
downed. And "
" You have accepted the Theta invitation? " in-
" No, not yet. It's open to me "
" Then," insisted Winifred, " there is nothing to
prevent you from corning to us."
Gussie raised her head and looked at Winifred
steadily. " I shall give them their answer to-
morrow," she spoke quietly, " and it will be
' yes.' "
" Gussie ! "
" You are a strong sorority with a strong alumnae
back of you and a record for scholarship and
achievement in college. The Thetas have noth-
ing back of them, no alumna3 nor achievements
of any kind. All they have is a future and,
Winifred, I shall help make that future to the
best of my ability."
As the girl stood tall and handsome, the
humility of renunciation mingled with the pride
of her strong resolution, there flashed through
Winifred's mind Lillian's impulsive, nonsensical,
" I can never be a glorious alumna, but Gussie
Then Winifred's sense of fairness, her admira-
tion and liking for the other, overcame her
sorority pride and resentment, and she held out
both hands with the warm exclamation, " Gussie,
you are glorious already ! '
Gussie's eyes filled as she clasped Winifred's
hands closely. Her voice broke. " No one but
you must know, Winifred, how how badly I
want to be an Alpha Gamma."
" Winifred, Winifred I ' called a voice in the
passage. " Where's Winifred ? "
" Here," she answered and going out closed the
door softly behind her, leaving Gussie to master
her tears alone.
In the " other room " stood Army Blue, watch-
ing the narrow hall alertly, and as soon as Wini-
fred appeared he went to meet her.
" Miss Lowe," he began hastily, " I have made
a discovery, and I want to tell you about it and
ask your advice. There may not be any oppor-
tunity to-night, but if there is " he broke off
" If there is, I'll come to you, 7 ' she answered
hastily, and hurried away determined not to allow
the opportunity to come.
" If he ran on the Stearns' name in that pocket,"
she thought, " and should question me why, I
can't lie about it, but," here her little chin came
up at an obstinate angle, " I can avoid hearing
about it Landon hates so to be thanked or paid
back or fussed over ! '
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Therefore, during the remainder of the evening,
she avoided Army Blue, and the departure of
guests and hostesses occurred without his having
found a chance to unburden his mind concerning
Winifred, dreading the arrival at the chapter
house, where she would be overwhelmed with
questions about M. Gussie Barker, walked to the
car between Landon and Mr. Carter, who still
overflowed with joyful spirits.
" Right here and now," he made proclamation
at the top of his voice, " I invite the Alphy
Alphy " he stumbled a moment over the name
and then brought out with a whoop the appro-
priate term " the Alphy gals to come every year
for a Thanksgivin' party as long as I'm alive ! '
The men answered in an appropriate style which
left Mr. Carter nothing to desire in the way of
noise, under cover of which he addressed Wini-
fred in a stage whisper :
" I'm goin' up t' your place in the mornin', and
I'll hand over that check t' a certain party. Of
course, she'll be surprised, not knowin' how it
happened and," anxiously, " she mustn't know
because, at the best, wimmin are so uncertain
there's no knowin' what might happen and leave
me with that new house empty on my hands ! '
FRIDAY morning, Winifred, taking Lillian with
her, went down-town arid called on Mr. Willow in
She was glad to leave the chapter house for a
few hours until the breeze of resentment against
M. Gussie had died away and the girls had come
to recognize as recognize they would the nobility
and self-sacrifice which had prompted the refusal
of their invitation.
" They will finally like her all the better for her
attitude and action," Winifred thought and then
was forced to admit to herself that, perhaps, after
all, they would like her better as a Theta than as
an Alpha Gamma, because M. Gussie was bound
to " agitate " to the end of her days, and also
bound occasionally to break through the social
conventions which were upheld rigorously and
wisely by the oldest sorority on the Hill.
The errand in Mr. Willow's office was soon dis-
posed of. That gentleman congratulated the girls
on the success of the party of the previous even-
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ing, and then gave a low whistle when informed
that their host had promised to finish the scholar-
ship that day with a check.
" A great character he is ! ' exclaimed Mr.
Willow. " I had forgotten all about the five thou-
sand dollars he advertised to give away. Thought
he was simply getting a deal of amusement out
of the ad. in his own peculiar way. Well, you
are in luck."
Lillian, knowing how they came to be " in luck,"
giggled, but Winifred, with no further delay, stated
the object of their call.
Briefly she outlined the case of the diamond
ring which Lillian had given as security " to help
out a poor student," and Mr. Willow, listening
attentively, did not see the color deepen in Lillian's
" We can arrange for its redemption easily," he
made answer briskly when Winifred had finished
her story and preferred her request. " I will ad-
vance the first year's interest on the two thousand
at once, as soon as Carter's check comes into my
hands, and you can pay the tuition, so that Miss
Antwerp," with a glance at the beaming Lillian,
" can go home with the ring on her finger, and,"
he added emphatically, " have a merrier Christ-
mas for the knowledge that it represents a benefit
to some one else."
" Now," cried Lillian with sparkling eyes when
they were once more on the street, " we can go
and see the registrar right away ! '
" Wait until our shopping is done," laughed
All day they marched from store to store, not
arriving at the chapter house until after six o'clock.
As they opened the hall door they heard sounds
of a jubilee issuing from the dining-room. The
girls had finished dinner, but were gathered about
the table nearest the kitchen door where Mrs.
Betts was eating or trying to eat alone, it being
Janet's afternoon out.
Sairy Mary sat at the head of the table, her feet
stretched out comfortably and crossed. She leaned
back as she ate, skilfully conveying her food across
her expanse of shirt-waist front. Sometimes the
conveying was done by means of a knife, some-
times by a fork, depending on which implement
was nearest to her hand.
" I always eat so'st' enjoy my vit-tles," was her
At present, however, she was doing more laugh-
ing than talking, her shoulders heaving at the
sight of Rebecca Bicknell standing on a chair
waving aloft a narrow yellow strip of paper, and
" orating," assisted by twenty others who seemed
to have utterly forgotten that Alpha Gamma had
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undergone the "disgrace' of "losing an invita-
" Here's to Mr. Moses Carter," Rebecca was cry-
ing as Winifred and Lillian arrived on the scene.
" Long may he wave, and lucky may he be." Her
eyes fell meaningly on Mrs. Betts.
" And welcome will he ever be to Alpha
Gamma ! " added Marguerite Southy. " In grate-
ful memory will she ever hold his name ! "
" And here's to our dear Mrs. Betts," exclaimed
Flossie Rogers with shrill emphasis. " May she
continue to wave at the Alpha Gamma House and
make salads " Flossie, stopping to smack her
lips, lost the conversational floor.
Mrs. Betts smiled, but behind the smile lay a
puzzled expression. Wordlessly, she raised a dish
of custard, held it just under her chin and pro-
ceeded to " enjoy " it by slow spoonfuls.
Then it was that the girls discovered Winifred
and Lillian standing in the doorway. Rebecca at
once pounced on them, thrusting the check into
" Go up and claim your ring," she commanded
laughingly.' "Mr. Carter has sent us a check for
the rest of the scholarship.' 1
Before Mrs. Betts, of course, the girls maintained
an attitude of surprised delight lest she should yet
smell the rat of Mr. Carter's fears.
" As for me and mine," laughed Rebecca, " I
feel sorry for Mr. Carter. I fear our home has
been turned into a house of inquisition, but Mrs.
Betts won't describe the thumbscrews and racks
she has used to draw out these checks. There
have been no sounds of anguish from the kitchen,
and I met Mr. Carter going away this afternoon
with a smile on his face, so I judge the Betts'
inquisition isn't as painful as the Spanish "
Without awaiting the end of Rebecca's speech,
Lillian turned on Winifred impulsively : " Wini-
fred Lowe, come back up to college with me this
minute and and explain to the registrar."
Without delaying to eat their dinner the two
started for the Hill, and the light which glowed
brightly from one window only, on the second
floor of the Hall of Languages.
" I do hope," sighed Lillian, " that he won't be
mad because we haven't said anything to him
about it before."
" I'm sure," comforted Winifred, " that there's
nothing to make him angry. The month is barely
up. He could not expect a payment inside a
" It's been six weeks plus one day," corrected
Lillian, adding, " He'd be sad rather than mad if
he stood in my poverty-stricken shoes."
As the articles in question were fine gray suede,
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Winifred laughed outright. " Now, Lillian, confess.
Aren't you enjoying life almost as much as usual ? '
Lillian considered the matter seriously. " Why
yes/' she admitted, " except about one hour a
day when I get to thinking how unhappy I ought
to be and sometimes, Winifred/ 5 earnestly, " I
really am. Last night I stayed awake at least an
hour worrying. I think it was an hour/' she
added honestly, " but chum said I was snoring in-
side of fifteen minutes. Think of her saying
that," indignantly, " and I'm sure I never snored in
my life ! If I did it would wake me up and/' con-
clusively, " I never awaken ! '
Outside of the door she laid her commands on
Winifred. " You must do the talking, as long as
this is business. You know I can't keep business
things straight/ 3
As on that other night six weeks before they
found the registrar putting his books away pre-
paratory to going home. The door of the safe
stood open, and Lillian gazed hungrily at the in-
terior as she stopped in front of the counter.
" We came," began Winifred directly, " to talk
to you about the ring."
The registrar, in the act of putting a massive
ledger in the safe, paused, and sitting back on his
heels, turned a questioning face on his visitors.
" Yes, don't you recall the diamond ring "
" My ring," elucidated Lillian unable to maintain
the silence which she had enjoined on herself, " my
" She put it in pawn for Sayles Cooper's tuition,"
" And I was to pay on it every month, and six
weeks have gone past and I haven't," added Lillian,
" because father has lost his money and we we are
dreadfully poor now." Her tone became as doleful
as though she were clad in rags instead of Persian
The registrar allowed the ponderous tome to slip
to the floor. He ran his freed hands through his
hair, causing it to stick straight up, giving his mild
face a wild expression. Then he pivoted about on
his heels and sat on the book.
" Yes I recall now." He measured the
words off in a way which indicated anything save
a lively recollection. " You say it was six weeks
ago yes, yes."
He smoothed his hair down nervously and pro-
ceeded immediately to rumple it up again. " Yes,
" You put it in the safe," Winifred reminded
" In the safe," repeated the registrar. His tone
sounded alarmingly uncertain.
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" You put it in a big brown envelope and licked
the flap," insisted Lillian. " Can you forget? "
" It's in the safe," urged Winifred, the man's
dazed manner striking a chill to her heart. " It
must be in the safe."
Without a word, the registrar turned, flopped
over weakly on his knees and began unlocking
and rummaging compartment after compartment.
Winifred, followed by Lillian, pale but silent,
swung open the little gate at the side of the counter
and stood behind the registrar.
" It's not here," he announced finally in a hushed
He struggled to his feet and faced the girls, his
own face as pale as theirs.
11 1 confess I have not thought of that ring or
the entire business from that day to this now it
all comes back to me, only what did I do with
He sat back against the counter, crossed his feet
and sunk his pointed chin in his palms. " What
did I do with that ring?" he repeated, with the
air of a man just awaking.
" You licked the flap," quavered Lillian, leaning
against the wall. This fact lingered unexpectedly
in her memory.
" Let's go back over the circumstances," sug-
gested the registrar looking at Winifred, who
promptly began the recital, beginning with the
conversation the girls had overheard.
She had not gone far when the registrar came
suddenly and excitedly to his feet, and began to
run his fingers through his hair again.
" See here," he interrupted, " I had put the ring
into an envelope '
" Yes, I saw you lick its flap," came in wan tones
from the corner where Lillian had sunk, a de-
jected heap, on a pile of catalogues setting forth the
merits of her alma mater.
" And I laid the envelope right here," the man
turned and indicated a spot on the counter, " and
then we went to the window to see if we could see
He paused, his finger extended toward the win-
dow, and then brought his hand down on the
counter with a resounding whack. " Newsy ! ' he
almost shouted. " Yes, Newsy ! ' In the name
he seemed to think he had the Alpha and Omega
of the whole affair. " Don't you see? ' he asked.
" Newsy was in here."
" Yes, but I don't see ! " declared Lillian. " I
don't see anything that Newsy had to do with it
except get Army Blue."
" You can't think that Newsy " Winifred
began and stopped.
The registrar turned to the counter. His voice
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was positive now. " I laid the envelope down
right here. It was here when Newsy came in, was
" Y-yes," confirmed Winifred.
" Well, all right. Now, I know that when
Cooper came in this counter was empty clear
nothing on it. I recall that distinctly because I
remember running my hands over it as I stood
here talking to him I have an unfortunate habit
of doing something with my hands whenever my
tongue is at work and I remember getting a
sliver in my thumb from that broken edge
" But we didn't leave the room until after
Newsy left," Winifred objected.
" Did you notice the envelope on the counter
when you left ? ' he demanded.
" No/' confessed Winifred. " I have no recol-
lection of the envelope at all."
" Nor I," added Lillian, " except that you
" It was there," the registrar interrupted, " be-
fore Newsy came in, and it was not there after he
went out. That much I remember."
" I don't believe he took it, so there ! ! Lillian
" I didn't say he took it," rejoined the registrar
" But you think so," retorted Lillian.
" I shall at least question the boy," returned the
registrar slowly, " but first we I must make a
thorough search here."
" Let us help you," volunteered Winifred
For an hour they worked anxiously, and al-
most in silence. Every nook of the safe was
overhauled, every cranny in the room gone over.
The floor was nearly covered with a rug, and
after everything else failed they raised the rug
and looked beneath it. Lillian on her hands and
knees crawled about the floor feeling under the
desk and counter. Finally the registrar moved
both out to make sure that the envelope was not
lodged behind them. The waste paper basket re-
ceived Winifred's close attention, but not only did
it reveal no ring, but the registrar said that it was
emptied once a day.
After the room was thorougly inspected, Wini-
fred opened the door leading into the tiny closet
in which were crowded a wash-basin, the registrar's
hat and coat, the broom, dust-pan, carpet-sweeper
and dust-cloth used in the cleaning of the two of-
fices. Together, the two girls pulled everything
removable out and searched, but all in vain.
" The ring is gone," announced Lillian solemnly.
The registrar sat down on the counter and wiped
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the perspiration from his face. He made no reply,
nor did he look at the girls. The result of the
affair which concerned him filled his horizon, but
it was a result which neither of the girls realized.
" The next thing that I shall do/' he said at
last, " is to see Newsy/' His voice shook slightly.
" You're not going to accuse " Lillian
" Accuse no one yet," returned the registrar in
a voice sharp with anxiety, and with this assurance
the girls left the office.
Along College Road a small figure was march-
ing to the tune of "News here two cents fer all
the news buy your pa-pier right here."
" I don't believe " began Winifred.
" Nor I ! ' vehemently from Lillian.
Both girls lapsed into troubled silence.
" Paper here," shrilled Newsy at them. " Evenin'
News all the news fer two cents."
Winifred shook her head. " We have it at the
Newsy stopped and looked hopefully at Lillian,
who, true to her instinct, at once hunted in her
hand-bag for her purse.
Winifred looked down on the small nine-year-
old boy, her thoughts going back over the slight
circumstantial evidence which the registrar had
" It amounts to nothing," she was concluding
indignantly, when her eyes fell on the child's new
outfit. With a slight shock she recalled occasions
when Newsy had failed to respond with his usual
frankness to the inquiries concerning his new
clothes, and when Mrs. Betts and Army Blue had
commented on the fact that he did not seem like
" And I intended to ask Landon where he got
them, and forgot to do it," Winifred thought, as
Newsy, with Lillian's two cents in his hand,
hurried toward the Psi Upsilon House, yelling
lustily, " Here's yer bargain papier all the news
Evenin' News, two cents."
As the girls neared the chapter house Sayles
Cooper appeared coming up College Road. He
walked rapidly, his cap drawn so far over his eyes
that he did not see them.
" I hope he will never know," said Lillian ear-
nestly, " that his tuition this year has cost six hun-
A few moments later, the two belated ones were
seated, one on each side of the table, pretending
to eat, as they described the scene in the registrar's
office, the girls gathered about them in troubled
silence, Mr. Carter's check forgotten, and their joy
swallowed up in sympathy for Lillian.
Finally that young lady, pushing her custard
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away untasted, her face so long that one could not
even imagine the existence of dimples, suddenly
broke out with the information, given with the
solemnity of an obituary :
" Girls, you would have died laughing if you
had seen the registrar make pompadours of his
Needless to say that the troubled silence was
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WINIFEED lingered with Mrs. Betts after the
others had gone up-stairs, and asked her opinion
concerning Newsy's possible part in the disappear-
ance of the ring.
Sairy Mary's words were more comforting than
her face, which reflected her inner anxiety. The
boy had crept far into her heart.
" Law, child I He's no thief, and I know
it. I wish I had him with me now in-stead of
waitin'- here Mrs. Betts checked herself
abruptly, and began another sentence. " How'd
a chick like him know a diamond from a piece
of glass ? Nonsense ! Don't you take too much
stock in what that chuck-le-headed regis-trar up
there says. Still," Mrs. Betts' voice was a trifle
uncertain, " Newsy has act-ed queer lately as
This last sentiment was echoed by Landon the
morning following when he walked over to the
auditorium with Winifred. He whistled when
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she outlined the events which had taken place in
the registrar's office, and, stuffing his hands into
his pockets, frowned down at the walk.
" I haven't seen much of Newsy for, let me see
yes," reluctantly, " for about a month now.
He hasn't been up to my room as usual. He
comes to the house with papers, though, and I've
seen him yes, now I remember hailing him one
night and asking him where he got his new suit, or
how he got it. Don't remember just what I said,
but it was something about the suit, and I noticed
at the time that the little rascal didn't answer my
question, but got out. Can it be "
" No, it can't be ! " returned Winifred decidedly.
" That is " Landon gave her a humorous side-
long glance " you don't want it to be true, there-
fore it isn't that's like a girl ! '
" And it's like a man to use his reason on a few
present facts and forget all about what has been,"
retorted Winifred. " Has Newsy ever taken any-
thing from your room ? He's been up there, you
say, lots of times when you were out."
Landon shook his head. " No, I've never
missed a thing, Winifred, and he's been there
when my pocketbook was on my desk, and loose
change lying about no, I can't think that
Newsy took that ring."
" Of course not, but I do wish it might be
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found. It's too bad for Lillian to lose it now just
when her father is in financial trouble."
That the loss was Lillian's the girls did not
question, nor was any other idea presented to
them until that evening when they had gathered
in the library after dinner. Then a new light was
shed on the subject over the long distance 'phone.
Erma Cunningham had just asked Lillian if she
had written to her father.
" Yes," Lillian replied, " I 'fessed up to the
handle and sent the letter out last night. He has
received it by this time. I told him all about it.
I think I wrote twelve pages."
Then it was that the telephone bell rang and
Clara, who answered it, turned to Lillian. " For
you," she said laconically and the room became
still at once while Lillian went to the telephone.
" Oh papa is that you? ' Lillian began.
Then, "But, papa, I told you. I wrote twelve
Again she listened, an expression of bewilder-
ment dawning on her face.
" Why-ee, I guess so. A receipt? He handed
me something, I remember, right away, before he
licked the flap of the envelope, but I laid it down
and I don't remember maybe Winifred does
Oh, Winifred is the girl who want to talk with
her? yes, she's right here."
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Lillian drew back and turned her bewildered
face toward Winifred. " It's papa, and he's say-
ing such a queer thing. I think it would be mean
But Winifred, not waiting to get Lillian's full
opinion, was speaking into the transmitter. " Yes
I was with her. The registrar gave her a
receipt yes. She dropped it into the waste
basket, but I picked it out yes, I'm sure it's in
my desk now I forgot to give it to her yes, I'll
look it up and send it myself."
There was a pause during which a confused
sound escaped from the transmitter to show that
Mr. Antwerp was talking, but no words revealed
the cause of the expressions on Winifred's face.
They varied from delight to dismay.
" It's queer," she said finally, when the voice
ceased, " that I never thought of that ; yes, I am
very glad also," in a dubious voice. " Good-bye."
" Well, I'm not," Lillian broke out indignantly.
" I think papa will be mean if he makes that poor
little corn-colored registrar pay for the ring ! He
didn't want it in the first place. I made him
take it, you remember."
In her desk Winifred found the receipt which
promised the ring to Lillian on the payment of
one hundred dollars tuition and according to Mr.
Antwerp, the loss of the jewel meant a loss, not to
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Lillian, but to the underpaid " corn-colored regis-
trar," who had, unknown to the girls, perspired in
that knowledge the previous evening.
" And now papa will pay the tuition and collect
six hundred," mourned Lillian. " And I don't
believe the registrar is worth six hundred cents
I saw a patch on his trousers the other day ! '
Then she arose decisively. " I shall write to
papa this minute, and give him all the reasons
why he must not ask for that six hundred. I can
collect my thoughts better on paper, and besides,"
pensively, " stamps are cheaper than long distance
For an hour she " collected her thoughts " on
five sheets of paper so thin that Mr. Antwerp
turned them over in disgust to his stenographer to
decipher. And in the entire five sheets his
daughter gave only one reason which caused him
to hesitate in the path he had laid out for the
worried registrar to walk in. After telling at
length what a dear Winifred Lowe was, how lovely
and brave Army Blue had turned out to be, how
patched the registrar's trousers were one pair at
least and how perfectly awfully terrible she felt
over the idea of her parent's collecting the money
of said patched individual, Lillian chanced to add
a postscript saying that " anyway, the registrar
had hated to receive the ring, and did so only
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when Winifred and I urged him. We fairly
made him take it," exaggerated Lillian.
It was this postscript which caused Mr. Antwerp
to dictate to his daughter the letter which she re-
ceived two days later.
In the meantime she sighed a dozen times a
day. " Oh, dear ! I'm always getting into
messes ! '
But the crowning feature and outcome of the
" mess ' was yet to be revealed.
The fourth day following the discovery of the
loss of the ring, Winifred, entering the kitchen
after dinner, found Mrs. Betts preparing to spend
the evening with Anne Sweet.
Her hair was twisted into a firm knob capable
of holding her black felt hat in place. Encircling
the knob were two rows of puffs made of much
darker hair than her own, but to this incongruity
its wearer was serenely indifferent. She wore a
new black silk dress with leg-o'-mutton sleeves.
Tight sleeves were in fashion but leg-o'-muttons
were far more comfortable, hence their appearance
on her plump arms. The skirt, which she referred
to as her only " hobble/' measured five yards
around the bottom, she having made a concession
of one yard to the demands of fashion and the
indignant protests of her dressmaker. About her
neck was a white " string ' tie which she had worn
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for twenty years and intended to wear at least ten
longer. It ended in " real thread lace."
" They ain't worn now for the sim-ple reason
that they can't be had ex-cept for a lot of money,"
Mrs. Betts calmly asserted, her eyes twinkling the
while. " I like string ties. I've always wore 'em
and I al-ways shall so long as I can make 'em or
Her coat, laid over the back of a chair, was of
the finest broadcloth. It was tailor-made because
no ready-made coat would admit within its own
sleeves Sairy Mary's leg-o'-muttons.
" And I did have a time with that tail-or,"
gasped Mrs. Betts struggling into the coat. " Men
are that ob-stinate the best of 'em. Be-cause no
one else had a coat made this way he did-n't see
why he had to make mine like this. And I
could-n't see, as long as I was a-payin' for it, why I
shouldn't have it made the big-ness that I wanted.
I told him that he wa'n't dealing with no fai-ry
form, and that I'd own to fifty but I would have
big sleeves in my coat. And then he give in."
Winifred buttoned the ample coat about the
non-fairy form, laughing until she could scarcely
see the buttons, while its wearer drew on her
gloves, long-wristed driving kids lined with fur.
" The clerk didn't want to sell me these gloves,"
Mrs. Betts went on. " Cu-rious how everybody
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wants me to dress ac-cordin' to their idees. She
wanted to squeeze my hands into number sevens,
with short wrists and no lining. Huh I Ketch
me a-squeezin' my hands or feet either. I hain't
got a corn nor a bunion, and I don't aim to have
While Winifred was tying on her veil Mrs.
Betts recalled something which had temporarily
escaped her mind.
" Now about that ring that's lost. I don't sup-
pose there's a man up to college that will think of
rats or rat-holes, but they're there just the same."
Winifred stood with the ends of the veil in her
fingers. " I never thought of rats have they "
" That worthless first boy we had told me," in-
terrupted Mrs. Betts. She began to shake. " His
coat tail got caught in the cellar door one day
and I had to get the door o-pen and put him
loose. And you bet-ter believe I didn't hurry
none, ei-ther. He had time to tell me quite a few
things. Said there was rat-traps set in the cellar
all the time and mice everywhere. Now you tell
that registrar that he better pay more at-tention to
rats and less to New-sy."
Then a worried look crept into Mrs. Betts' eyes.
" As for that boy, if he don't come and see me
to-morrow, I'm goin' to send for him."
With this Mrs. Betts departed on her broad,
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capable feet encased in warm " arctics/' and Wini-
fred went slowly up the back stairs revolving the
rat theory in her mind. " I'll speak to the regis-
trar about it, at any rate," she decided.
In the hall Janet met her with a card. " I've
been looking for you everywhere, Miss Lowe.
There's a caller in the back parlor."
Winifred frowned slightly as she took the card.
It was not Saturday evening, and Landon knew he
was forbidden the luxury of a midweek call.
He arose with comical apprehension as she
entered the room. " Now, Winifred, don't scold,"
he pleaded. " I've come on a special errand, and
one which wouldn't wait over."
" Not even until we met on the Hill in the
morning?' questioned Winifred, trying to look
the displeasure she did not feel.
Landon shook his head and drew a piece of
paper from his pocket. His face became grave.
" That ring business has taken a turn which I
don't like " Winifred had told him all the
circumstances connected with it from first to last,
save only the fact that it was put in pawn to keep
Sayles Cooper in college.
11 The ring. Oh, Landon, have you found
Landon shook his head. " Found out nothing
about the ring this is about Newsy. Yesterday
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I dropped into the office to talk that boy up to the
registrar, and found him hopping about like a
chestnut on a red-hot stove, with his molasses-
candy hair sticking straight up he was so excited.
It seems he had sent for Newsy, and had begun
to question him, and the first time his back was
turned student came in and had to be attended
to the little rascal cut and run, leaving his stock
of precious ' papiers ' behind. Well, the registrar
took this as a sure sign of guilt, and was going to
have him arrested at once "
" Landon ! "
" But he didn't, for Newsy evidently didn't stop
running in some time. He's gone."
"Gone where?" asked Winifred blankly.
" Don't know. He's cleared out skipped."
Landon's light words were at variance with the
undertone of anxiety in his voice. " To-day I
hunted up his aunt's home and found her in com-
motion over a note he's left. Here it is."
Winifred took the soiled paper and read :
" You never Am going to see Me any more. I
have Run Away, tell Mis' Bets and Mister Sterns
I Never Stole no Ring, but They will try and put
Me in the Coop for It. But they can't ketch me."
For a moment Winifred and Landon looked at
each other in silence.
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" Well what do you think? " asked the latter.
" One thing I forgot to tell you he left that new
suit behind him, and got out in his old clothes.
His aunt said he had the new suit on in the morn-
ing, and that he must have crept up-stairs when
her back was turned, changed into his old suit
and taken to his heels. What do you think of
that, after the queer way he has acted over those
clothes and getting them when he did "
" I don't know what to think," reiterated Wini-
fred helplessly. " But I believe in Newsy." Then
she asked hastily, " Did you speak to the aunt
about the suit ? '
Landon nodded. " But she knows no more
about it than we do. She said he came down-
stairs one morning with it on, and said he had
bought it, and that's all she knew. It was easy to
be seen that the woman does not trouble herself
about the boy at all except to take part of his
Winifred looked down a moment silently at the
soiled paper bearing the assurance that no one in
Huntingdon would see Newsy " no more."
Then she asked abruptly, " What are you going
to do about it? And what is the registrar going
to do ? "
" I presume the registrar will try to hunt down
both Newsy and the ring, and I well, Winifred,
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I'm going after that new suit business. I want to
find out where he bought it, and how and what
money he had when he paid for it. And, I sup-
pose, " reluctantly, "it's my duty to tell the regis-
trar about it."
" Poor little Newsy," sighed Winifred.
" If he wasn't as quick as a trigger I should
scout the idea of his understanding the value of
a diamond, and being able to dispose of it without
being suspected right in the start. But, you see,
the boy has a street education, and that is a
valuable asset when it comes to trickery and
there are always pawn dealers ready to snap at
valuables and cover the tracks of the ones who
bring 'em in."
Despite Landon's reasoning, however, Winifred
went back up-stairs firm in the belief of Newsy's
innocence. "I won't condemn him," she said
from the lower step, " on any such circumstantial
" Nor I," promised Landon with his hands on
the door-knob, " but I want that evidence either
destroyed or confirmed before I can go to sleep in
While the two were talking in the back parlor,
the postman arrived, and the budget of mail had
been at once confiscated by Lillian, who found
therein a letter from her father.
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At the head of the stairs half a dozen hands
laid hold of Winifred and hurried her into Lil-
Lillian sat Turk fashion on the floor in front of
the hot air register rereading the brief letter aloud
to each new girl who appeared on the scene.
When Winifred arrived she looked up exhausted
with much reading and translated the epistle into
her own language :
" Papa says he will hold the receipt and write
to Corn-color that he'll give him a certain time in
which to recover the ring before he collects.
That's much better than to collect at once, isn't
it? But that poor man will have to have his wife
patch the rest of his trousers, won't he, in case he
can't find the diamond ? '
Then she sighed. " Such a mess to come right
on top of Mr. Carter's check, that would have made
It was with great reluctance that Winifred re-
lated to the assembled girls the outcome of the
" mess ' in regard to Newsy, and without wait-
ing to talk it over, she escaped to her room,
hung out her sign and sitting down, laid her
head against the back of the chair and closed her
" So much excitement makes my head spin,"
she muttered, and fell asleep resolving to inter-
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view the registrar at her first opportunity on the
subject of rats.
The opportunity came the following morning,
which was Saturday, when she went up to the
chancellor's office to type some letters that Dean
Holbrooke had dictated the day before. In the
chancellor's absence, the dean took his place in
the administration of affairs at the college.
The Hall of Languages was in possession of the
janitor and his force, all students, who were sweep-
ing and scrubbing to the accompaniment of song
and joke and argument.
As she entered the office the registrar turned
from the window, where he had been standing
thoughtfully, his hands in the pockets of his
trousers the patched ones.
" Good-morning, Miss Lowe. What can I do
for you?' he asked pleasantly, but Winifred
noticed that the shadows beneath his eyes had
deepened during the last few days.
" Nothing for me, Mr. Burke/' she answered
impulsively, " but I should like to do something
"For me?' The registrar took his hands out
of his pockets, and added quickly, "The ring?"
" Our cook asked," Winifred began directly,
" if you had considered the possibility of mice or
rats carrying it off."
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" No, I haven't thought of such a thing." The
registrar's gaze began to search the floor vaguely.
" I have felt so sure that Newsy stole it that my
ideas did not compass rats."
" It wouldn't do any harm " began Winifred
The registrar caught her meaning. " Indeed,
no. I'll have the janitor in." He stepped into
the hall and called, " Lindsey, here, Lindsey ! "
" Of course," he said coming back into the office,
" I have questioned the janitor, and all the boys
who work around the building. At first I thought
it might have been pushed off the counter and
picked up when the office was cleaned."
" Or thrown into the waste basket," suggested
" No, that doesn't seem reasonable, because the
envelope would have attracted attention. It was
a long stiff brown one, I recall and sealed. And
on the outside I noted its contents. No," posi-
tively, " it wouldn't have been put among the
waste paper unnoticed."
The janitor responded promptly to his sum-
mons, and before him the registrar laid Mrs.
"Rats? Well, I should say so!" Lindsey
leaned against the counter. " And mice ? Some !
We're fighting 'em continually. Got a dozen traps
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set in the cellar now. Mice nests ? Of course.
Wait. Til call Howells in. He attends to this
Howells was the boy whom Mrs. Betts had
ousted from the Alpha Gamma House and who
was about to leave college. He frowned when
his hall work was interrupted, and frowned again
at the sight of Winifred who, as house stewardess,
had allowed him to be ousted.
" Mice here ? yes/' Howells informed them,
" lots of mice. I plugged up a mouse hole under
the corner desk the last time we moved it out to
" And when was that?' asked the registrar
Howells considered. " About three weeks ago."
" Let's unplug the hole," pleaded Winifred, " and
see if there's a nest under it."
Howells backed rapidly toward the door. " The
nest isn't usually within gunshot of the hole," he
protested, adding in a mumble to the janitor, "I
must get busy in the hall now, anyway."
But the registrar retained the janitor with a
gesture. " We'll investigate that hole," he said
with quiet determination, " and any others in this
room. I don't propose to leave any stone un-
turned. That ring must be found." There was a
note of desperation in the registrar's voice.
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Together the two men pulled the heavy desk away
from the wall and discovered, amid a collection of
dust, bits of paper and debris, a piece of tin nailed
to a floor board. Securing a hammer, the janitor
removed the tin and uncovered a very small hole.
But the hole held no revelations.
" Might as well be thorough," announced the
janitor, and folding the rug back he ripped the
" There's a nest ! " cried Winifred, and pounced
on a heap of chewed papers, cloth and threads of
matting which a mother mouse had collected on a
joist. The babies were grown and away, however,
but Winifred and the registrar, taking the nest
apart bit by bit, found only white paper or pieces of
newspapers from the waste paper basket.
" Not a sign of a brown envelope," exclaimed
Winifred finally in a disappointed tone.
But the registrar was not ready to give up the
search. With the janitor's help, he pushed the
heavy furniture aside, took up the rug and exam-
ined every inch of space in the room without, how-
ever, discovering another mouse hole. But, under
every piece of furniture and behind the heap of
catalogues, they found fresh evidences of the recent
presence of the small intruders.
" They must come in from the hall," explained
the janitor. " It's the only way they can get in
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now with that hole stopped up, and no others
around the place."
Winifred was ransacking the tiny closet, bring-
ing a microscopic gaze to bear on the floor.
" Anything here? " asked the registrar, appearing
at the door.
Winifred arose from her knees shaking her head.
" Not a sign of a place where a mouse can get in,
but several places where one has tried to get out,"
and she pointed to the gnawed spots beneath the
small porcelain wash-basin, where the waste pipe
penetrated the floor.
" They come in from the hall," repeated the jan-
itor with conviction, " when the door is open, and
then get shut in here and try to get out. Next
day they escape when the door is open again/'
The explanation seemed sensible and sufficient,
and Winifred went back to the chancellor's office,
disappointed at the failure of Mrs. Betts' theory.
IT was four o'clock in the afternoon, that hour
of rest between the completion of Mrs. Betts' work
after lunch and the beginning of her labors before
dinner. The kitchen was " red up " in accordance
with her most exact ideas, and Mrs. Betts herself
sat beneath Druisy's cage with Pete on her lap.
Her face did not wear its wonted expression of
calm and humorous good nature, however, but a
sad and troubled look. For several mornings after
Newsy's disappearance, when Army Blue appeared
to shake the furnace, she had remarked buoyantly :
" Before night I ex-pect to see Newsy walk into
But, as day after day passed without the door-
way being darkened by his childish figure, she lost
hope, and her tone lost its buoyant note, until that
morning she had sighed despondently to Winifred :
" I don't think now that he'll ev-er come. He
wrote we wouldn't see him any more, and I guess
he told the truth. But I ex-pected he'd get so
homesick for a sight of us all that he'd come back
in spite of his fear of bein' caught."
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Therefore, all day, Mrs. Betts had gone about her
work in somber silence.
" The kitchen feels exactly like a church," Janet
complained to Lillian. " Why, Mis' Betts peels po-
tatoes even as if she was fixing 'em for a funeral !
I never see the equal of it in 'er I I'm glad it's my
day to clean the parlors, so I can keep out of sight
But although at three o'clock Janet was dusting
industriously but lingeringly in the front of the
house, Mrs. Betts was not sitting alone in the
kitchen. Winifred occupied the footstool at her
feet soothing Pete, whose feelings were ruffled by
the dropping seeds which Druisy threw out of its
cage in playful mood, pausing occasionally to sing.
Druisy's song was the only cheerful sound in the
In front of the sink stood a figure resembling a
huge grizzly bear. It was Moses Carter, encased
in his gray fur coat. With an eye ever open to
appearances, Moses had chosen a gray fur in order
to match his span of iron-gray horses. His car-
riage was upholstered in gray for the same reason,
and the great fur robe which covered the knees of
himself and his driver was likewise gray. The
only concession to appearances which his driver
would make was a gray cap. The man, to Moses'
disgust, insisted on wearing a black overcoat.
Mr. Carter's fur cap hung on one end of the
sink, while his great driving gloves had been cast
despondently on the floor. Between his hands he
twisted a green-bordered silk handkerchief as
nervously as a woman.
The cause of his agitation was the unusual
somberness of Mrs. Betts' face, which to Moses in-
dicated a crisis of tears. He held his soft silk
handkerchief in readiness for such a calamity, the
while he furtively measured the distance to the
door and noted that the way thereto was broad and
unobstructed, his vague intentions being to add
his handkerchief to the crisis, but subtract his
Outside, at regular intervals, sounded the rapid
beat of horses' hoofs. The hoofs belonged to Mr.
Carter's grays, but, owing to the stress of feeling
inside the kitchen, he did not even hear the music
made by their feet.
Mrs. Betts had pressed her future husband into
the hunt for Newsy, in which work he was about
as efficient as the proverbial bull in the china
closet. He had notified the chief of police, only
to find that that official had been notified twice be-
fore. He had talked with a reporter on the Hunt-
ingdon News and caused an account of the whole
affair to be given prominence in that paper,
whereas, owing to the united efforts of Landon and
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the registrar, all publicity had heretofore been care-
fully avoided because Newsy read the papers, and
it was every one's opinion that the child must be
somewhere about the city. He was too young and
penniless to wander far.
Next, Mr. Carter had interviewed Newsy's aunt,
and frightened her out of two days' work over the
wash-tub by giving her the impression that he firmly
believed in Newsy's guilt, and was bent on finding
and sending him to the House of Correction, which,
as the aunt well knew, did not correct.
Having thus with great zeal and indiscretion
done all the damage he was able to do in the
matter, he rested, reported to Mrs. Betts and
quite meekly awaited her verdict.
Mrs. Betts neither commended nor condemned.
She smoothed Pete's back until he disregarded the
flying bird seeds and asked suggestively :
" Ain't there a set of men that's made just t' find
out things? What's a de-tective for? Ain't there
none in this city ? '
" I presume," said Winifred quickly, " that the
registrar has a detective at work. I don't know,
of course, but Landon thinks he has."
Mr. Carter swelled up like a toad and then col-
lapsed in one loud, prolonged and scornful,
He unbuttoned his coat, the better to relieve his
overcharged feelings, and took the subject in hand
with alacrity. " Made t' find things out, do ye
think ? Well, they ain't. I can't tell you what
they was made for, except to rake in money. I'll
prove it. Once I had a colt stolen. Took out of
the horse barn in the night. Lock was picked."
Mr. Carter began in brief numbers owing to the
fact that Mrs. Betts' attention seemed to wander.
But finding an appreciative listener in Winifred his
tone became fuller and his sentences lengthened.
11 1 went after a detective. Picked out the like-
liest lookin' feller in the bunch at the agency, and
told him to go after that colt and get it back re-
gardless, because that colt was valuable, you under-
stand. Well, that detective he started in. Said he
must collect a few workin' facts. He traveled a
few thousand miles more or less to collect 'em. He
kept the trolley busy carryin' him back and forth
between town and Cartersville to ask questions of
my hired man. He talked enough to run a presi-
dential campaign. He was the biggest gas-bag I
ever see. I told 'im one day not to get too near
the fireplace or I was afraid he'd blow up ! Well,
he done nothing but talk and run up a bill until
that colt had time to grow up and change its color
and die of old age. Finally I see that the bill was
goin' to amount t' more than the colt would bring
and I called 'im off and took a hand in the job
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myself." Mr. Carter had warmed to his subject
forgetful of Newsy, and was enjoying himself.
"And," triumphantly, "where d' you think I found
that colt ? "
" Where, Mr. Carter ? ' Winifred leaned forward
eagerly. " I am anxious to know/ 3
Even Mrs. Betts looked up with a faint-hearted,
Mr. Carter beamed. He sat on the edge of the
sink and crossed his feet, approaching the answer
to his own question indirectly.
" If that colt had been a snake the detective
would ha' been pisened a dozen times, and if it
had been a polecat we never could ha' stayed in
Cartersville. For one of my hired men had stole
it and rented that old ramshackle house at the
end of the trolley line, and was keeping it in the
kitchen. Detectives ? ' Mr. Carter waved a hand
dramatically. " Don't ever say ' detective ' t' me I
I've had my fill of 'em. They're all right in
stories always gittin 7 folks out of messes there,
but right here in Huntingdon they make the
mess worse. Any of these college boys could do
better. Why, as for me, I ruther "
Here Mrs. Betts, who had been waiting patiently
for some time to speak, waited no longer. In a
voice which banished Mr. Carter's soaring spirits
she interrupted :
But I want that boy Newsy to to live with
Mr. Carter, apprehensive of the crisis, gasped.
He stuffed his handkerchief into his pocket, in-
stantly pulling it out again. He looked it over
nervously and then wadding it into a tight ball,
mopped his forehead, exclaiming earnestly :
" We can find another boy, Sairy, that will fit
into that corner room. There's lots of 'em. I'll
I'll hunt one up to-day."
The ghost of a smile crept into Mrs. Betts' eyes,
and her voice became unmistakably firm. " Don't
you go to hunt-ing out any other boy, Moses. I
want Newsy just that boy Newsy."
" I'd give a farm, Sairy Mary, to bring him
back," Mr. Carter declared fervently. " I'd give
yes I'd give one of the blooded colts."
Recognizing this as the acme of self-sacrifice on
the part of her future husband, Sairy Mary's face
softened and her eyes expressed approval, where-
upon Mr. Carter's spirits expanded.
Mr. Carter was a human thermometer in the
presence of Mrs. Betts, so fearful was he that,
being a woman, she might unexpectedly change
her mind on a certain vital subject.
On the walk outside the door sounded measured,
substantial footsteps, one step the counterpart of
another. Simultaneously, through the butler's
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pantry, flew feet that did not take two steps alike,
and with the simultaneous opening of the outer
and the pantry door, Army Blue and Lillian faced
each other, the latter's speech already under head-
" I do believe you are discussing Newsy," she
cried, nodding to each of the occupants of the
kitchen in turn without interrupting the flow of
her discourse. " I'm sorry, but I've nothing to add
though I tried to have. I have just come down
from the registrar's office, that is, a little while
ago." Lillian haunted that office now as per-
sistently as she had avoided it before. " I went
up to ask him if he hadn't heard from Newsy
to-day. He said, ' No, not a word/ and then his
mouth shut up with a sound just like papa's purse
clasp makes after he has given me all the money
he intends to."
Mr. Carter frowned heavily. He buttoned up
his coat and folded his arms tightly across his
chest. The sight of Lillian always moved him to
sarcastic thoughts if not words.
" Gives 'er money to get rid of 'er," he muttered
under his breath, referring to Lillian's parent.
Lillian, unmindful of the mutter, seated her-
self on the broad window sill beside Mrs. Betts
and continued breathlessly, " I don't know what
the registrar is doing to find Newsy, but whatever
it is it's not the right thing, I know," logically.
" Otherwise he'd be found." Then without a
pause she added vehemently, " I hate diamonds.
I shall never want to see one again, unless,"
prudently, " my ring comes back to me."
" Mrs. Betts," called the chaperon's voice from
the dining-room, and depositing Pete in Wini-
fred's lap, Mrs. Betts answered the call.
" I wish somebody would do something," in-
" What? " asked Army Blue.
Lillian put both hands in a defensive attitude.
" Of course, I don't know what, or else I should
go and do it," she cried in a surprised tone. " But
there are so many men around that are interested
that I can't understand why Newsy hasn't ap-
peared. If I were a man I know I should know
just what to do."
"Oh, you would, would you?" asked Moses
Carter, grimly taking himself into his folded arms
with a tighter grip. " Huh-huh would, would
you ? "
Army Blue smiled. He had taken off his over-
coat, and was working toward the cellar door.
The day was unseasonably cold, and he had come
in " between-times," as Mrs. Betts said, to attend
to the furnace.
"There are enough men who would do some-
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thing if they only knew what to do," he replied
" I presume," said Winifred slowly, " that every-
thing is being done that can be, although "
" You are not any better satisfied than I am/'
accused Lillian spiritedly, " only you are slower
about saying it ! Hasn't Landon found out yet
where Newsy bought his new clothes ? '
Winifred shook her head.
Mr. Carter, unfolding an arm, wagged a fore-
finger oracularly and spoke in a low tone, his eyes
wandering toward the door out of which Mrs. Betts
" If that boy Newsy had been some fifteen years
older," impressively, " I should say, ' Look out for
some girl 'r other that wants a ring which he
can't afford to get ! ' Mr. Carter closed one eye
in a wink of approval at his own discernment.
Army Blue, who, despite Lillian's presence, had
been studying the floor, a crease of perplexity
furrowing his brow, looked up suddenly with a
gleam of intelligence in his eyes. Once he opened
his lips, but, on second thought, closed them again.
" You thought of something," declared Lillian
quickly. " What was it ? '
Army Blue shook his head. " Nothing worthy
of mention. My ideas in this matter haven't
amounted to a cent's worth, although," ne hesi-
tated and glanced at Winifred, " I think no one,
unless it's Mrs. Betts, wants Newsy found any
more than I do."
Winifred nodded slightly. She remembered
that Sayles Cooper had a " debt ' to repay the
child in connection with that memorable evening
when the ring had been given as security. Then
she bethought her of the night of the party. She
had not talked with Army Blue since, and so full
had her thoughts been of Newsy and the ring that
she had forgotten the freshman's discovery, what-
ever it was, in the inner pocket of the black coat.
" Is Miss Lowe out in the kitchen ? ' asked
Janet's voice in the dining-room, and Winifred
promptly called, " Yes, she is 1 '
The maid appeared bearing a card at which
Winifred scarcely glanced before exclaiming :
" Please tell him to come right out here, Janet,
if he has anything to tell us about Newsy ! '
He appeared just as Mrs. Betts had reseated her-
self under the bird cage and Pete, having spurned
Winifred's arms, was creeping back into his mis-
" Yes, I've something to tell about Newsy/' pro-
claimed Landon bringing with him a whiff of frost
and snow. His voice was bluff and hearty. " I've
satisfied myself that he never saw that ring "
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" Don't put the cart be-fore the horse/' adjured
Mrs. Betts, " but tell us why you think so."
" Tell us the whole story," cried Lillian, who
loved stories, " and don't leave out one bit I '
Landon shook hands cordially with Mr. Carter,
and sat down on a corner of the table. Army
Blue backed up against the cellar door, the furnace
forgotten. Lillian hovered near Mrs. Betts, too ex-
cited to remain seated.
" You know," began Landon, " that I have been
trying to find out where the little chap bought
those clothes. His actions in connection with
them sort of gave me the only chill I've had in
this matter, he was so unlike himself. Well, I
have hunted this town over from one end to the
other, and not run on the solution to the clothes
business until to-day. To-day I found out."
Landon paused to sneeze. Lillian raised on the
tips of her toes and balanced herself, her hands
outspread on either side like a balancing pole,
her face flushed with anxiety, utterly unconscious
of her pose.
" To-day," continued Landon, " I found a little
second-hand clothing shop kept by a man named
" Not so fast," cried Lillian. Lillian loved sus-
pense. " How came you to find it? '
" Oh, yes, I forgot to give you that part. That
came through Newsy's aunt. Guess I've made
her a little social call every day since Newsy dis-
appeared. But she's not been able to help me any
until this morning. This morning I found her
wrestling with a dun from this same Levy. It
was addressed to News} 7 ", and the aunt didn't
understand it. Of course, I knew in a minute
what was up, and I made tracks for Levy's place
of business, I tell you. There I found that Newsy
had bought second-hand things, nearly new, on
the installment plan. He had paid over only
three dollars on 'em at first. It was all the
money he had, Levy said."
"That shows," cried Winifred, "that he had
neither money nor ring. Of course he didn't take
"Haven't I said that from the first?" asked
Lillian in a tone of amazement that any one could
have had a moment's doubt on a question she had
so satisfactorily settled.
Landon awaited a further hearing patiently, and
when a pause occurred, he promptly took up the
thread of his story.
" But that's not all I learned. Levy said the
little fellow was bound to have the clothes, but
hated to get 'em before he could pay for them.
And, finally, he told Levy that he had promised
Mr. Dansbury he wouldn't buy anything that he
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couldn't pay for on the spot, and Levy said that
the promise had evidently made such an impres-
sion on Newsy that he couldn't enjoy his new togs
when he got into 'em.' 3
" That accounts for for everything queer in
Newsy's actions about those clothes," Winifred
exclaimed. " He acted so ashamed of them or
regretful as though he had no right to them."
Landon nodded. " He told Levy that Mr. Dans-
bury would never want him for a pard, because he
had gone back on his word and on Mr. Dans-
" If he felt that way," mused Lillian, suddenly
thoughtful, " I wonder why he got the clothes? "
Again Army Blue glanced up with something
unsaid sparkling in his eyes. He smiled faintly
as he looked quizzically at Moses Carter, but that
gentleman, totally unconscious that he had in-
spired any one with an idea, was gazing at Landon
in open admiration.
" I don't know," Landon answered Lillian ; " I
can't even guess, because he he didn't exactly
need those clothes. But I found out enough from
Levy to convince me that Newsy is no thief."
Suddenly Moses Carter strode across the room
and dealt Landon a mighty blow between the
shoulders. " Young man, you've found out more
in a day than the hull detective bureau would
have gathered in this winter ! Go it now and
find where that boy is, and bring 'irn back t' Mis'
Betts here, and I'll give ye one of my blooded
Mr. Carter was laboring under great excitement,
attendant on the moisture which was gathering in
Mrs. Betts* eyes.
Landon caught his breath with difficulty as it
was being driven from his body, and gave an
embarrassed laugh. " I why, thank you, Mr.
Carter, I don't want a blooded colt," he stam-
mered. " In the first place, I wouldn't know what
to do with it "
" Drive it ! " yelled Mr. Carter. " Drive it ! It's
a fast one. It's blooded. It's valuable."
" I don't doubt that," laughed Landon ruefully.
" But there's no danger that I shall earn it, as
the earth seems to have opened and swallowed up
Mrs. Betts gave an audible sniff which increased
Mr. Carter's anguish, likewise his generosity.
" Any one that'll bring the boy back," he vowed,
" shall take one of them colts whether or no ! He
shall have his choice ; and they ain't no mean
choice, if I do say it as shouldn't. It ain't often
you see colts like them on the streets of this city.
They're trotters, I say, and blooded, and they can
go I I'll have 'em broke by the time that boy
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comes to light, and the one that brings 'im shall
have one of 'em, and he shall have the other, as
well as the corner bedroom with electricity and
hot 'n' cold water put in regardless/'
Suddenly Mr. Carter's emotional monologue suf-
fered an interruption from the head of the back
" Lillian Antwerp," came an indignant voice,
" are you going to be all day getting Winifred up
here ? "
Lillian clapped her hand over her mouth like a
guilty child. " Winifred, the girls sent me down
here to tell you they want you up in Erma's room.
They are writing that letter about M. Gussie's
The little company in the kitchen dispersed
uncheerfully. Janet arrived to help Mrs. Betts
with the dinner. Army Blue disappeared down
the cellar stairs. Landon remembered an engage-
ment down-town and accepted Mr. Carter's offer
to give him a "boost" down behind those match-
" WHAT day is to-day? " asked Rebecca Bicknell
suddenly at the dinner table.
" The day immediately following yesterday,"
" A week and a day after our stone-house party,"
added Flossie Rogers. " It seems a year, though,
with all the happenings since."
" I'm asking for information " began Re-
" I shall be explicit, Reb," soothed Adelaide
Prell. " It's bargain day in the Huntingdon stores,
as I know to my sorrow "
" Oh ! Friday." Rebecca lapsed into thought,
staring fixedly at the jabot which adorned the
front of Adelaide's shirt-waist.
The latter lifted a shielding hand in front of
the jabot. " Please don't look a hole through it,
Reb. This is my bargain, and I find it's worth its
greatly reduced price and no more ! "
" I'm not looking at anything in particular,"
muttered Rebecca, transferring her gaze to Ade-
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" Thank you." Adelaide bowed with dignity.
" I'm thinking," Rebecca explained.
" If to-day is Friday, Mr. Perry will receive our
letter before Sunday."
" I think it will make good Sabbath reading,"
primly from Lillian.
" If he can read it at all," Punch cut in. " Erma
was not on hand with her elegant chirography,
Winifred was not adjacent to a typewriter, and I
was not asked to preside at the pen ! '
" Yes, you ! " retorted Marguerite, who had writ-
ten the letter. " Didn't your father request you
to dictate your home letters hereafter ? '
Punch nodded carelessly. " Yes, but father has
been having dyspepsia lately, and it has upset his
u If dyspepsia hadn't, a continued course of your
penmanship would have ! ' retorted Marguerite.
" He will get the letter to-morrow." Rebecca was
wandering on unheedful of the voices which filled
her ears, but not her understanding. " I can't help
being awfully glad that letter is written."
"We did just the decent thing in writing it,"
" Why, Adelaide Prell ! You were the one who
held out the longest against it ! ' Lillian opened
her eyes wide in surprise. There were not many
things hidden which should have been revealed in
the chapter house life with its close intimacies.
Adelaide flushed and tossed her head. " I did
not want to take so important a step without think-
ing it over thoroughly," she answered shortly,
" and without consulting the alumnse."
There was a glint of resentment in Marguerite
Southy's eyes as she hastened to the support of
her sister senior.
" We have all been working for the honor of
being first in the scholarship, and to yield that
honor without thoroughly considering the matter
would have been folly especially since M. Gussie
has thrown away her chance ! '
" Given it away ! " corrected half a dozen voices
at once, with an emphasis which caused a con-
strained silence to follow, until Lillian broke it
with a solemn :
" My conscience would have kept me awake
nights if we had not done just as we have."
Instantly her roommate raised a pleading voice.
" Please, somebody, help me to keep Lillian's con-
science stirred up then, as a preventative of
snoring ! '
Every one laughed, and the chill in the atmos-
phere was dissolved.
It had taken the majority of the girls seven days
to forgive M. Gussie for refusing their invitation,
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and not until they had forgiven her, was it possi-
ble for them to appreciate thoroughly her noble
and unselfish action in joining weak little Theta.
With the appreciation came the willingness to act
on a plan which had been formulated by several
of the girls simultaneously, although the idea origi-
nated with Winifred, the plan of omitting to make
a report of Moses Carter's gift to the editor of the
college Weekly and of stating the facts in the
case to the president of the board of trustees.
Once that week M. Gussie had asked Winifred
if the promised scholarship was yet forthcoming.
" I have my editorial all written ready to send
to the printer's at a moment's notice," she smiled.
" It's my best effort, and I'm anxious to inflict it
on the public in the next issue."
" The public must wait," Winifred had evaded
laughingly. " That editorial cannot see the light
of the printed page next week."
Gussie's face fell. " I thought you expected the
money right after Thanksgiving ? '
" To expect and to receive are two different
things," Winifred had made answer gravely, and
the matter was dropped by Gussie's saying in a
sympathetic tone :
" I'm awfully sorry you have been disappointed."
Saturday morning, as usual, Winifred went early
to the Hill to work in the chancellor's office. As
usual, also, the halls and offices, except the chan-
cellor's, were in possession of the janitor and his
cleaning force, among them Army Blue, his blue
clothes completely concealed by overalls and jacket
It was Army Blue's first day among the clean-
ers, Howells having left college the day before.
Winifred met him in front of the registrar's door,
and the boy beamed at her as though he had fallen
heir to a burden of money rather than a burden of
work. He bore a new broom and a dust-pan.
" l A new broom sweeps clean/ ' she quoted.
Army Blue lowered his voice and nodded toward
the registrar's room. " The old broom certainly
didn't ! That room is a sight, in the corners es-
pecially. Guess Howells must have used the car-
pet-sweeper and overlooked the broom entirely."
" I think that Mr. Howells never looked at a
piece of work which it was possible for him to over-
look," retorted Winifred disappearing into the
She had just seated herself at the typewriter,
when Army Blue tapped on the door and opening
it far enough to admit his head said, " Pardon me,
Miss Lowe, but do you remember that I want to
talk with you when we both find time ? I spoke
to you about it the night of the party."
" Yes, I remember."
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" I tried to see you that evening, but couldn't,
and all the week I have been too busy. I want to
ask your advice."
" What about this afternoon?" asked Winifred
briskly. " I can talk with you then.''
Army Blue shook his head. " I have booked
this afternoon for " he hesitated " for a-
well, a little expedition of my own. But this
The color mounted slowly to Winifred's cheeks.
There was Landon ! " No, not this evening. I
have an engagement."
" All right," cheerfully. " I'll bide my time.
Monday, perhaps. No rush/' and he was soon
making the dust fly in the registrar's office.
For an hour Winifred worked steadily, while
the noises of cleaning waxed and waned in the
halls, together with the tramping of feet and the
sound of voices, whistles and calls. Then she ex-
perienced an unexpected interruption which caused
her to start and bring her hands down with a bang
on the keyboard of the machine.
The door leading to the registrar's office was
thrown violently open and Army Blue bolted un-
ceremoniously into the room shouting as though
she were a long way off, " Miss Lowe ! I say
Miss Lowe ! "
His face was red and perspiring. His blue
" ISN'T THIS IT?
denim was gray with dust, while behind him a
cloud of dust obscured the landscape in the regis-
trar's office and drifted in at the open door un-
heeded by the agitated sweeper.
Covering the distance to her desk in a couple of
long strides, he demanded in an excited voice :
" Isn't this it? "
He held out before her astonished eyes a long
brown envelope with a hole gnawed through both
sides at the point of the sealed flap, and a smaller
hole in one side only, near the end.
She sprang to her feet and reached out an eager
hand. " It's the identical where did you find
it ? ' Her words tumbled over each other as she
viewed his discovery. " Yes listen here in the
registrar's writing is, ' Miss Antwerp's ring, as
security for ' and the hole goes right through
the remaining words."
" If only the ring were " Army Blue was
beginning, when a tense voice behind him startled
"The ring, did you say? What about it?
Have you found it ? '
The registrar appeared in a cloud of dust in the
doorway of his office. He had come up on the
Hill for a paper which he had forgotten the even-
ing before, and arrived just in time to see the lost
envelope in Winifred's hands the brown envelope
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which had caused him anxious days and sleepless
nights for a week.
" The ring," he gasped again hurrying into the
room. " Have you found it? Is that it?'
Winifred regretfully held out the paper shell.
" It's not the ring I wish it were it's only the
The registrar took it in hands which shook.
" Where did you find it?' 1 he asked thickly with-
out looking up. His lips twitched.
" Come here," answered Army Blue. " I'll
He led the way through the rooms to the door
of the little closet opening into the registrar's
" It covered a rat-hole ! ' he explained.
" A rat-hole ! " cried the registrar. " The janitor
and I have gone over every inch of this room
yes, and the closet too and found no rat-holes.
Without a word, Army Blue dropped on his
knees, and taking the envelope, slipped it back of
a drain pipe until it disappeared wholly from the
eye, no matter what the position of the observer.
" The trouble is," he began, " the hole can't be
seen at all. It can only be felt."
Down on his knees beside the boy went the
registrar. " You're right. We thought we looked
everywhere the janitor and I did but we never
thought of poking up in here."
" It was a dirty ceiling that led me to find it,"
continued Army Blue. " I was scrubbing here
the boards are so grimy and when I pushed the
cloth up behind the pipe I found the envelope, and
right back of it the hole."
The registrar, trembling with excitement, in-
vestigated. " The hole is there beyond a doubt-
and perhaps the ring " He sat back on his
heels and looked at the envelope.
Suddenly he glanced up with a single word of
inquiry : " Newsy ? '
Army Blue nodded. " I think, sir, that this lets
Newsy out for good. In the first place, if he had
taken the ring he would not have stopped to get it
out of the envelope he would have taken this
along. In the second place, you can see that the
envelope has not been opened except as the rat
gnawed it. The flap is still sealed, and the ends
The registrar pulled out his handkerchief and
wiped his brow. " You are right," he said slowly,
gradually gaining control of himself. " That lets
the boy out, certainly. I can see that the only
openings have been made by the rat."
For a moment no one spoke. Army Blue was
intently studying the envelope which the reg-
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istrar held. The registrar was looking at the
" The ring," the latter began slowly, " may be
two stories down in the wall. 73
Army Blue leaned forward and pointed to the
smaller hole near the end of the envelope.
" The ring must have been liberated in this
room," he said with conviction. " I think it's not
in the wall. See here."
The registrar stared down uncomprehendingly.
" I think the diamond lay under this spot when
the rat found it," explained Army Blue. " He
gnawed through the paper over the diamond, but
finding the ring would add nothing to his nest he
let it go, and then carried the envelope up the
wall and got it wedged behind the pipe over his
hole. Now, see ? The little thief had to make an
opening here then, right through both sides, in
order to get inside the wall."
" I'm sure you are right ! ' cried Winifred im-
" Yes I think you're right," echoed the regis-
trar, slowly. " Still there's hope a forlorn hope
in the wall."
A few moments later when Winifred started for
the chapter house, she left the janitor and half his
force tearing away the wall in a vain pursuit of
the forlorn hope.
Lillian received the envelope and the news
while seated on the floor of her room, toasting her
feet in front of the hot-air register. The room was
occupied also by all the other girls who chanced
to be in the house at the time, and who gathered
to discuss the situation.
" My ring is gone forever/' mourned Lillian,
laying the envelope on the floor and gazing at it
pensively. " I wonder how many trousers the
registrar will have to have patched in conse-
quence ? I believe I'm going to cry. I feel ex-
actly like tears ! '
Her roommate giggled softly.
Suddenly Lillian's eyes lighted. Her face bright-
ened. She scrambled to her feet and crossed the
room bearing the mutilated envelope. Removing
a Cornell pennant from the crowded wall she
placed the rat-gnawed trophy in the space vacated.
" There ! " she exclaimed triumphantly, stepping
back ; " not many girls can number a six-hundred
dollar hole among their souvenirs. Who was it
that said, ' There's no great gain without some
Winifred raised her voice above the laughter.
" It's right the other way around, Lillian, ' There's
no great loss without some small gain/
Lillian looked aggrieved. " Well, I put in all
the words, didn't I? What's the difference?"
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Then, gluing her eyes again on the envelope, she
murmured abstractedly, " It was the flap on the
other side that the registrar licked ! "
When Winifred went to her room a few moments
later, Lillian followed, curling up cozily in the big
chair. " Isn't it queer, Winifred, that Army Blue
should have found the envelope that held the ring
that was given as security to keep him in college?
Isn't it exactly like the house that Jack built? "
" It certainly is," Winifred responded, " only
that house had an end to its building, and this
seems to have none."
" Army Blue called on me last evening." Lillian
unexpectedly changed the subject with a sunny
smile. " Did you know that? '
Winifred answered the smile. " I heard of it ;
and heard, also, that for the first time in your his-
tory you did not keep a caller waiting."
Lillian laughed. " Chum must have told that
to every girl in the hall the moment I was out of
sight. She hasn't recovered from the shock of it
yet. I left her standing in the middle of the floor
saying, ' Did I ever see the equal of this ! Did I
ever see the equal of this I ' It was such fun to
hear her that I wished I had done that way
before ! "
Winifred did not see Army Blue again until
Monday. In the late afternoon as she came down
alone from the Hill she was thinking of him and
wondering whether he would call on her that
evening as he had mentioned doing.
" I confess," she thought, mounting the chapter
house steps, " that I am curious now to know what
he found in the pocket of Mr. Stearns' coat."
As she turned the knob of the vestibule door on
the outside, it was turned on the other side, and
she met Army Blue on the threshold.
" Why you are going away ! " she exclaimed in
" For a few days only," he returned.
His general appearance indicated a journey. He
wore the black suit, the gray cap and overcoat and
carried in his hand a small shabby hand-bag.
Added to this equipment was a general air of de-
" For a few days ? ' repeated Winifred inquir-
ingly, following as he backed through the vestibule
into the hall.
" I am going to New York in search of Newsy."
Winifred looked her astonishment. " New
York Newsy ? Do you know where Newsy is ? '
" I know he is in New York selling papers
that's all. I'm going after him."
"How ' Winifred began and stopped.
" I came up to tell you that- and other things."
" Come into the library and tell me now."
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Army Blue shook his head, pulling from his vest
pocket a very large and ancient silver watch which
had literally been " through the war " and re-
vealed the fact in its battered case. It was attached
to a buttonhole in his vest with a piece of shoe-
" There's no time now. I waited for you as long
as I dared. Mrs. Betts will tell you '
" But I want to know right now," insisted
Winifred. " Why do you go to New York ? Why
do you think Newsy is there ? "
Army Blue laughed. " I can explain in a min-
ute," he said. " Do you recall what Mr. Carter
said in the kitchen the other day about a ' girl in
the case ' ? "
" That gave me my idea. I remember when I
was nine, and I remember that nine-years-old can
wish to appear well before some other child just as
intensely as though he were twenty-nine and that
would explain the getting of those clothes.' 3
" Yes, yes," cried Winifred eagerly.
" I followed up the idea Saturday afternoon, and
found the girl in the case, a little thing with yel-
low hair, about Newsy's age. She sat behind him
at school. He was planning to bestow all his
worldly goods on her later in life."
Winifred laughed. " How did you find her?'
" I went to Newsy's aunt first, and asked her
who Newsy's playmates were, but she could not
tell me. It's evident that his aunt knows no more
about him than I do. When I left her I thought
of his teacher, and went back to ask who she
was. That the aunt knew, and I went over to
school number three and found Miss Keeler in her
room. She told me of Newsy's devotion to Nina
McLaw, and gave me the child's address. And to
make a long story short, as I must do, Nina finally
produced a letter from Newsy, a scrawl which gave
no address but said he was ' well and hoped she
was the same/ and told that he was selling papers
in New York."
Again Army Blue consulted his watch. " Find-
ing out this much settles the question I have
wanted for a week to talk over with you. At the
party the other night while I was hunting for a
pencil I found an inside pocket in this coat that I
had not found before, and pulled out a fifty dollar
bill. I wanted to ask you what I ought to do
with it. It doesn't belong to me. I can't return
it, because I don't know where to send it. I can't
use it on myself that would not be right. Then
this matter of Newsy came up, and I knew I did
not need to ask you. It is right to use it to bring
him back I owe Newsy the effort also but I
must go if I am to catch the train.' 1
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Winifred followed him out on the piazza. " It
will be like hunting for a ' needle in a haystack/ "
she protested hastily, " to search New York for
Army Blue paused on the steps and looked back
" Mrs. Betts is so firm in the belief that I'll find
him that she sent him a dozen sugar cookies."
He raised the shabby hand-bag. " I have 'em here."
The whir of an approaching car caused him to
spring down the steps, exclaiming hastily, " I have
a plan of search. It may not work, but if it
doesn't I have mistaken my man."
His voice rang with confidence, as, raising his
cap, ,,he dashed up College Road, and sprang
aboard a moving car.
But Winifred did not stop to witness this
acrobatic feat. She ran through the house, burst-
ing into the kitchen with an excited " Mrs. Betts,
what is Sayles Cooper's plan for finding Newsy ?
Whom does he think will aid him ? '
Mrs. Betts stood beside the stove, on which was
an appalling array of pots and pans all steaming.
She pulled the cover off a kettle nervously, stirred
the contents, and put the cover on another kettle
where no cover was needed.
" Law, child, I don't know ! I'm that upset I
can't re-call whether he said Newsy was in New
York or Buf-falo, or whether he's going af-ter him
or go-in' to get Moses Carter he was in a hurry
and I was that up-set over the idea of New-sy's
bein' found ! '
Here Mrs. Betts jerked a pan off the stove,
turned to the sink, hesitated, and returned the
pan to its place on the stove again.
" Only one thing I re-member, and that is"
there was secret pride in her tone " the boy got
his idea from some-thing that Moses said."
Seeing that Mrs. Betts was incapable of giving
her reliable information, Winifred resorted to the
telephone to relieve her own overcharged feelings,
calling up Landon Stearns.
" See here, Winifred/' interrupted that young
man craftily when she had been speaking a mo-
ment, " I can't half get that over the wire. I'll
drop in this evening and hear "
Winifred suppressed a laugh. " No, you won't ! "
she returned promptly ; " so you listen sharply
while I tell you all I know about it."
" Go ahead then," said Landon in a chagrined
but resigned tone. " But naturally I'm anxious
to get it straight what that chap's doing, because
he is wearing the Psi Upsilon colors to-day."
" Is he really, Landon ? ' cried Winifred, her
interest in her own news momentarily swallowed
up in this statement. " When did that happen ? "
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11 We voted him in Friday night, and pinned
the colors on him Saturday noon the rascal ! '
good-naturedly. " Why didn't he report his move-
ments here instead of at the Alpha Gamma House ?
But go on ! I want to know what those move-
When Winifred reached the fifty dollar bill, she
was interrupted again.
" Fifty dollars ? Good ! That's one on father !
He always has such a pocket made to carry a bill-
book in. Well, he'll never miss the bill, and it's
being put to capital use."
" Indeed it is," declared Winifred enthusiastic-
ally, " but, Landon honestly now- you've been
to New York loads of times can he ever find
" I don't know time will tell. Evidently from
what you say he has some search-card up his sleeve
that we know nothing of."
The time which " told ' proved to be five days
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CHANCELLOR HAIGHT'S tall gaunt figure with its
slight stoop and careless grooming was once more
a welcome sight on the Hill. He had returned
from his Western tour in time to attend the mid-
year meeting of the board of trustees, which was
always held before the holiday vacation.
This meeting was scheduled for Monday, arid
the previous Friday the chancellor appeared un-
expectedly in chapel, receiving a heart-warming
reception from the students.
When Winifred and Lillian entered the audi-
torium together, the chancellor stood on the plat-
form beside the desk, his shoulders raised, his
head thrown back, a smile lighting his rugged
face, and his whole attitude radiating a paternal
pride in the animated scene before him. The
students were standing, waving their handker-
*chiefs, and the great hall was ringing with the
chorus of the favorite college song led by the
chapel quartet :
"Oh, Huntingdon, for thee,
May thy sons be leal and loyal
To thy memory. >;
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" Isn't it lovely to have him back ? " exclaimed
Lillian as the girls crowded into their seats. She
spoke under cover of the cheers which succeeded
" Indeed it is," agreed Winifred enthusiastically,
" even if it does mean more work for me ! '
" Of course," murmured Lillian and her tone
admitted no doubt on the subject " the registrar
has told him all about my ring and Newsy and
everything by this time."
Winifred laughed without replying. To Lillian
the events circling about that ring were the most
important in the world at present, and the idea
never occurred to her that other people were not
as deeply interested in her affairs as she was
especially the masculine portion of creation.
At the close of chapel exercises Winifred waited
to speak to the chancellor, and heard, at the close
of his cordial greeting, exactly what she had ex-
pected to hear :
" Well, little girl, are you ready for more
" I shall be ready at eleven o'clock," she replied
promptly. "My last class ends then.' 1
" Very well," smiled the chancellor ; " I could
keep three stenographers busy for the next few
days, let alone two ! '
All day she sat at one of the desks in the private
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office, not going down to the house, except for a
hurried lunch, until six o'clock. And then, di-
rectly after dinner, the chancellor telephoned her
asking if she would come up on the Hill Saturday
morning at a much earlier hour than usual.
" There are some letters which I find it necessary
to get off before the meeting of the endowment
committee," he explained. " That meets at ten
o'clock in order to be able to report at the general
trustees' meeting Monday."
In obedience to this summons, shortly after
breakfast the following morning, Winifred came
down-stairs hatted and coated ready for the Hill.
On her way through the hall she bethought her
of some cranberries which Mrs. Betts had spoken
of the day before.
" I must ask her if I shall order them," she ex-
claimed aloud, changing her course kitchen-wards.
Mrs. Betts stood beside the sink, with her back
to the outside door. She was peeling turnips with
slow and ponderous movements, her knot of hair
hanging dejectedly over her left ear.
" I dreamed last night," she told Winifred dis-
consolately, " and although I ain't no be-liever
in signs, this was so plain it makes me be-lieve in
The knob of the outer door turned with a slow
and stealthy motion which Mrs. Betts neither
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heard nor saw, so absorbed was she in turnips and
" I dream-ed," she went on, a tear falling on the
turnip, " that Sayles Cooper walked all over the
The door creaked gently as it swung wide
enough to admit a small worn cap above a little
pinched face. Winifred gasped, but did not speak.
" And couldn't find Newsy no-wheres," finished
" But I be found ! " cried a joyful voice. " I've
come back and s'prised ye ! '
The door flew wide open as, with a triumphant
whoop, Newsy hopped over the threshold and flew
straight into Mrs. Betts' arms. How she had time
to turn around and stoop to the child's height be-
tween the time the door opened and he got him-
self across the floor, Winifred never knew. Mrs.
Betts could be incredibly agile when she was so
inclined, and this was one of the occasions.
" They found me they did and brung me
back," Newsy explained, from the ample folds of
Two small ragged mittens frantically clasped her
neck, and the high childish treble was interrupted
by suspicious quavers which did not correspond
with the boastful words.
" We come all the way back in the night last
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night and we had beds right on the car, one
apiece, and I tell you they was fine 'n' clean 'n' as
white as the ones looked like in yer new house.
A darky he made 'em up out of jest the seats, like
we was a-settin' on it was awful funny."
Here Newsy extricated himself from Mrs. Betts'
arms and stood forth on stout bold legs with
his feet wide spread. Brushing away something-
damp from his cheek with a coat sleeve he sniffed
loudly, explaining, " I got a cold som'ers or other,
I guess. I've snuffed like this all the mornin' ! "
Mrs. Betts sat down suddenly and laughed
through her tears.
" Bless yer heart ! " she exclaimed. " Bless yer
brave little heart."
Newsy made further use of his coat sleeve and
hastily changed the subject, fearful lest that ob-
noxious " cold " should deprive him of his manly
self-control. " Oh, say, them cookies, they was
bully ! I hadn't had I mean I hadn't bothered
much that day with stuff to eat," contemptuously,
" and when they found me I was some hungry fer
cookies, I tell ye ! '
" How long did it take you to eat them? " asked
Winifred while Mrs. Betts wiped her eyes.
Newsy grinned. " I et one a minute, Mr. Perry
said. He "
" Mr. Perry ! " cried Winifred,
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" Do you mean the president of the board of
trus-tees? " gasped Mrs. Betts.
" Sure ! Mr. Perry ! He come up with us.
Said there was a trustee meetin' or suthin' he'd got
to attend. He come with Sayles Cooper to find
me, he did."
Newsy swelled out his narrow little chest, and
made a vain attempt to spread his feet further apart.
He pushed his cap to the back of his head, and ap-
preciated to the full the amazement of his audience,
but was unable to satisfy their curiosity further.
" They come, they did," was all the explanation
he could make, " when I was a-gittin' my bunch
of papers to sell, and they brought me right along
with 'em. I was willin' to come," in a reasonable
tone, " when they told me there wa'n't nothin'
doin' agin me up on the Hill, and when Cooper he
said I could go and live along with you and have
all the sugar cookies I w-want."
Suddenly the little fellow's pride and manly de-
termination collapsed into an outburst of childish
grief, and he sought Mrs. Betts' shoulder sobbing :
" 1 was cold, I was, and I didn't have nuffin'
much t' eat and I I wanted t' come back, I tell
ye, I wanted to as hard as anythin' boo-hoo "
A second time Winifred heard sounds of a pros-
pective intrusion outside the door, but this time
the sounds were by no means stealthy. Following
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a heavy step on the walk came a ponderous
" Come in," quavered Mrs. Betts.
The door opened, and Moses Carter filled the
doorway with his huge fur coat.
" Newsy back by gum ! ' he exclaimed in a big-
voice muffled by the fur collar which nearly con-
cealed his head.
Then his glance fell on Mrs. Betts' tearful eyes
and, heedless of the zero weather outside, he re-
mained planted on the door-sill, and began a wild
search for his handkerchief. Unable to locate this
useful article he relieved his feelings by kicking
the door shut, and, striding over to the table, dealt
it a mighty blow crying :
" What did I tell ye? I said that when Newsy
was found he should have one of the blooded colts,
and the one who found 'im should have the other.
I'm a man of my word, I am I ' Mr. Carter turned
his collar down and wiped his face on his fur
glove. " Now, trot out the other feller ! '
" It was Army Blue ! ' cried Winifred and. " It
was Sayles Cooper ! " exclaimed Mrs. Betts. " Bless
his heart I '
" Sayles Cooper ! '' called Mr. Carter straighten-
ing his shoulders and gazing up wildly as though
he expected to see Army Blue fall from the ceil-
ing. " Where is he? He heard me say I'd give
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them blooded colts regardless, and," firmly, as
though his word had been disputed, " I never go
back on a promise."
" Cooper, he went up t' college," volunteered
Newsy, lifting a pair of red-rimmed eyes from Mrs.
Betts' shoulder. " He said he'd got t' clean up the
registrar's office in a hurry, 'cause there was a com-
mittee meetin' up in the chancellor's office, and it
would likely bile over in the registrar's, and the
boy he left t' do the work won't do it all right,
mebby, and so he had t' hustle.' 3
Newsy's information recalled Winifred to a sense
of her own duties. Pausing only long enough at
the foot of the front stairs to send the news of the
child's unexpected arrival to the second floor, she
hurried up the Hill to the chancellor's office.
This room was already occupied by two men.
The chancellor sat in the swivel chair behind his
desk swinging his eye-glasses on an extended fore-
finger, his elbow on the arm of the chair. Occa-
sionally, as he listened, he ran nervous fingers
through the hair behind his ears, causing it to stick
out grotesquely over his collar.
After what Newsy had told, Winifred was not
surprised to find that the second man was Mr.
Perry. He was facing the chancellor across the
desk, talking earnestly, but, when the door opened,
he paused and glanced over his shoulder.
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The chancellor merely smiled at the girl in his
fatherly way and, as she hesitated, motioned toward
the desk across the room, where she presided at a
" Sit down, Winifred. In a few moments I shall
be ready for you."
The president of the board glanced at her keenly.
" You have a busy morning mapped out, chan-
cellor, I ' He started to arise, but the chan-
" I must hear the end of that story, Perry.
Finish it. You can speak with perfect freedom
before our little friend here. She is the daughter
of my boyhood's dearest friend, and she does her
Mr. Perry smiled at Winifred in a cordial,
friendly fashion, and went on with the story he
had been relating when she appeared a story
which proved of more interest to her than to the
" It was an unusually busy day at the office,"
Mr. Perry continued, "and he had come in the
very busiest time eleven o'clock. If the boy had
merely sent me his name and asked to see me, of
course he would never have got into my private
office. Instead, he sent me a message that at-
tracted my attention.' 1
Mr. Perry leaned back and laid an arm along
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the chancellor's desk in an easy attitude. He was
thoroughly enjoying his own recital.
" He sent me word that a student from Hunt-
ingdon College wanted to see me, but not for his
own benefit. That was all, but it piqued my curi-
osity. I sent him word that I could give him
exactly one minute of my time."
Here Mr. Perry chuckled reminiscently.
" He came in and walked up to me straight as
a plumb-line. He began speaking the moment
he entered, and finished when he reached my
desk, but every word was just the word he wanted
to use and it counted.
" ' Mr. Perry/ he said, ' one minute won't do
me. I must have time to tell you about a lost
boy I've come after, a Huntingdon child, and if
you don't help me find him you are not the same
man that I heard address us at the college the
morning after I registered I '
The chancellor adjusted his eye-glasses on the
end of his nose and looked over them. " Well,
well ! " he ejaculated. " Rather a sledge-hammer
speech for our young friend to launch at you, eh ? '
Mr. Perry laughed. " If you had seen the lad,
Haight, you would have thought differently. His
straightforward manner and intense earnestness
took me off my feet. I got up and held out my
hand. I must say I thought less just then about
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economy of time than about proving myself all
that that young chap thought me to be. The rest
you know. I took him out to lunch and we talked
Newsy over. I put a good secret service man on
the little chap's tracks, and we found him yester-
day and brought him along with us."
Here Mr. Perry abandoned his easy attitude and
leaning forward raised an impressive finger at the
chancellor. " That brings me to what I began
saying and I want to say it in chapel Monday
morning before the whole student body that
while I have a wholesome respect for the dead
languages and a lively appreciation of the living
ones yet I we all of us appreciate far more
sturdiness, uprightness, vim, determination and
when they are coupled with unselfishness I con-
fess that my acquaintance with that freshman has
caused my opinion of the institution that harbors
him to rise. I feel a greater interest in it, and a
pride in the fact that I am president of its board
Mr. Perry arose, and in his earnestness began to
pace the floor in front of the desk.
" I tell you, Haight, unselfishness is the key that
unlocks the difficulties of life. It's the solution
to our social and financial problems individual
unselfishness, and corporate unselfishness "
He checked himself suddenly, and half turned
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toward Winifred as though he recalled her pres-
ence for the first time since he had commenced
speaking, and it reminded him of something else
which he wished to say.
" And, by the way, I found out this week that
Huntingdon College breeds the spirit of unselfish-
ness in women as well as in men. Here is a letter
I received recently from one of your sororities ;
Alpha Gamma, I think, is the name. I brought
it along for you to read. I want to inquire further
into the merits of the case, and if everything is as
this letter states, I am going to explain the matter
in chapel Monday and announce that I shall divide
the first honors, which I promised, between this
sorority and " he consulted the letter " this Miss
M. Gussie Barker. I shall found a scholarship in
the name of each, you understand, and so "
Here his interesting statement suffered an inter-
ruption from the telephone. It proved to be a
call from the auditorium for the chancellor, who
obeyed the summons at once, taking Mr. Perry
" I shall be back in say twenty minutes,
Winifred/' he announced as they left the room.
Left alone, Winifred sprang jubilantly to her
feet. " I was sure our letter would give honor
where honor is due ! " she exclaimed aloud ; "and
now I must see Army Blue."
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She tried the door leading into the registrar's
office, but the door refused to open, being obstructed
by a piece of heavy furniture. On the other side
came sounds of vigorous movements which were
evidently not productive of the desired results, for
Army Blue was muttering audibly :
" Why won't the thing work ? '
Laughing softly, Winifred slipped out into the
hall and was approaching the other door leading
to the registrar's office, when she met Lillian
Antwerp and Landon Stearns.
Lillian's eyes were sparkling with excitement,
and her cheeks were scarlet.
" My thesis is way behind," she exclaimed, " or
I shouldn't be up here at this unearthly hour to
see professor about it " she stole a shy glance
at the registrar's door " and besides, Winifred, I
just had to find you and tell you that Mrs. Betts
can't stay with us longer than New Year's, and
she will never go to Louise Wallace's at all, because I
heard her tell Mr. Carter this morning with my own
ears that she would marry him New Year's day."
Winifred laughed. " I rejoice with Mr. Carter,
but mourn with the chapter house inmates! '
" Flossie Rogers is mourning now," Lillian
raced on. " She says there's only one ray of hope
for her in the situation if we don't get a good
cook she shall start in dieting immediately after
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the holidays but Winifred ! talk about rejoic-
ing with Mr. Carter ! He doesn't need any help
in that direction. You ought to see him perform.
I, wouldn't have been here now had he kept on,
because it was such fun. We were all down there
in the kitchen laughing at him and crying over
Newsy. Oh, it was so exciting ! '
" I didn't want to come away myself," con-
" You missed a lot ! " insisted Lillian. " We
won't get any lunch to-day, I'm afraid. The
breakfast table isn't cleared yet. Mrs. Betts is
feeding Newsy. You ought to see that child eat.
When I left he hadn't much swallow left, and yet
he was bound to hold more."
Landon, his hands in his overcoat pockets,
leaned against the wall roaring with laughter at
this description, while Lillian's eyes, looking beyond
Winifred, began to dance roguishly at Sayles
Cooper, who had appeared outside the registrar's
door, his voice raised lugubriously above Landon's
"I say ! Can't one of you girls come in here
and show me how this thing works ?
The three promptly accepted his invitation to
" come in here," but, paying no attention to his
repeated query, began to bombard him with ques-
tions and congratulations.
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" Oh, I didn't do anything ! ' protested Army
Blue retreating from his friendly persecutors.
" Mr. Perry turned the trick of finding Newsy
or a man that he employed did. I couldn't have
done anything alone."
" But how on earth did you get hold of Mr.
Perry ? " asked Landon.
As he replied, Army Blue bent diffidently over
the carpet-sweeper which occupied the center of
the floor. " Aw any one can get hold of him !
I'm afraid " he changed the subject hastily
" that you girls will get covered with dust in
here. I wanted to ask you, though," he straight-
ened himself and pointed at the sweeper, " how to
make that thing work. I've never handled one
before this morning."
" Ho ! " laughed Landon. " That's easy enough.
Just put a little elbow grease on and shove ! '
He seized the handle and started the sweeper
vigorously across the floor. Result a trail of
dirt in the wake of the sweeper.
" Did I ever see the likes o' that ? " cried Landon
ruefully, dropping the handle hastily. " I sup-
posed a sweeper was made for the purpose of col-
lecting dirt and not distributing it."
" I thought the same until I tried it," nodded
Army Blue. " Howells told me it was no good,
and hadn't been for weeks, but then that was his
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opinion about things in general, so I didn't place
any dependence on his word until this niorn-
" Get a new one," advised Lillian sagely, push-
ing her bare hands into her muff. " Of course it
is worn out it must be, or it wouldn't act like
that ! "
But Winifred laughed. " Oh, the helplessness
of most men and some women," she scoffed.
" Bring me the waste paper basket."
Landon hastened to obey.
Raising the sweeper she pressed the springs
which opened the dust box, and the overloaded,
maligned cleaner disgorged its crowded contents,
and, once more pushed along the rug, did its
Above the sweeper Landon and Army Blue re-
garded each other sheepishly.
" Where do you keep your wits ? " asked Landon
cordially. "Mine are in a nutshell, and the shell
" Wits ! " exclaimed Winifred disgustedly.
" That operation was not connected with wits but
experience. I've been obliged to use a sweeper
often enough to understand "
She paused, her words arrested by Army Blue's
absorption in the waste paper basket. He had
turned from her suddenly, and with a glance at
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Lillian, had gone down on his knees and
plunged his hands into the dirt from the carpet-
" You are hunting for " Winifred cried
sharply, but the words were snatched out of her
" The ring ! " shouted Army Blue. " The ring is
here ! "
He struggled to his feet and held it out to
Lillian, the diamond gleaming brilliantly in the
sun which streamed in at the window.
" My ring ! ' stammered Lillian in a dazed
voice. " My ring ! '
For a brief instant, in the midst of a breathless
silence, her wide eyes were fixed on the jewel un-
comprehendingly, her red lips parted and her
cheeks flushed. Then, with a glad cry of realiza-
tion, she dropped her muff on the floor and,
heedlessly treading on it, took the ring and, with
an expression of sweet and childish awe, slipped it
on the third finger of her right hand. A radiant
smile dawned in her eyes, and impulsively she
stretched out both hands to Army Blue.
" If it hadn't been for you I should never have
seen my beautiful ring again," she cried. " No
one would have thought of looking among that
dirt except you and "
Here she suddenly withdrew her hands from
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Army Blue's warm clasp and modified the in-
tensity of the moment by turning suddenly on
Winifred and asking accusingly :
" Would you have thought of looking there,
Freddie ? "
Winifred laughed. " No, such an idea never
once occurred to me. I have looked all over and
around that carpet-sweeper, and never once thought
of looking inside no one has thought of it. I
have not nearly so many wits as you give me
" Well," boomed a startling voice from the door-
way, " there's wits here somewheres ! '
The voice came from the midst of a familiar
gray fur coat. Moses Carter's heavy tread had
not disturbed the excited trio, and his presence
was first announced by his voice.
Moses was too full of his own affairs to notice
anything unusual or electrical in the atmosphere
of the registrar's office. He had come in search
of Army Blue, and, having found him, stated his
errand without delay, but according to his own
" Young feller," he began, " have you forgot
what I said I'd give to the chap that brought
Newsy back ? Hey ? Have ye forgot ? " Mr.
Carter's tone was fairly threatening.
Army Blue looked at him in a dazed way, but
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Land on gave the blue denim shoulder a resound-
ing whack exclaiming :
" I remember. The blooded colt, man, the
blooded, colt ! "
Moses Carter pushed his fur cap to the back
of his head and beamed at Landon. " You've
got a proper memory, young man a blooded colt
it is, and he shall have it. I never went back on
my word yet, and I ain't goin' to begin now. A
blooded colt I promised to the one that 'd fetch
Newsy back to Sairy Mary, says I, and my word
is as good as my note."
Lillian, turning her ring around and around on
her finger, glanced up at Army Blue and mur-
mured to Winifred : " This is the end of the
house that Jack built, isn't it?'
Winifred smothered a laugh and answered
meaningly, " I think, dear, that the end is not
yet," but Lillian had already transferred her
attention to Mr. Carter, and did not hear.
" The colt is yours, young man, after I break it,
and ye can sell it at a good round price. Tell ye
what " Mr. Carter expanded in the warmth of
the glances which fell on him " I'll buy it back
myself. You just wait 'til I get 'em broke yours
and Newsy's and then we'll talk. I can't touch
'em 'til after New Year's," here Mr. Carter looked
embarrassed, " but when I get well, after New
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Year's I'll be ready to give my attention to them
colts. They hain't got their equal in this county,
if I do say it as shouldn't 1 '
Breath failing, Mr. Carter paused, and into the
pause came Lillian with a characteristic outburst.
" This has been the happiest morning, hasn't
it, Mr. Carter, for you and Newsy and Mrs. Betts
and and me "
Her eyes fell as Army Blue interrupted in a low
strong voice :
" Include me, please, in the list and it seems
to me I ought to be mentioned first this time,
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