Marjorie Dean, College Sophomore
by Pauline Lester
CHAPTER I. THE
CHAPTER II. A
CHAPTER IV. AN
INVITATION TO AN
CHAPTER VI. THE
CHAPTER VII. THE
WINNING OVER THE
CHAPTER XI. THE
CHAPTER XII. A
CHAPTER XIII. A
CHAPTER XIV. A
CHAPTER XV. THE
FAIR PLAY AND NO
TO THE RESCUE.
“THE SOFT TALK.”
CHAPTER XIX. A
CHAPTER XX. ALL
AFTER THE FRAY.
CHAPTER XXV. THE
CHAPTER XXVI. ON
CHAPTER I. THE RETURN.
Hamilton, at last! Marjorie Dean's utterance expressed her
satisfaction of the journey's near end.
Yes; Hamilton, at last, repeated Muriel Harding. This September
it doesn't matter a particle whether or not we are met at the station.
We are sophomores. We know what to do and where to go without the help
of the celebrated Sans Soucians. Muriel's inflection was one of
All the help they ever gave us as freshmen can be told in two
words: no help. Forget the Sans. I hate to think of them. I hope
not one of them is back. The station platform will look beautiful
without them. Jerry Macy delivered herself of this uncomplimentary
opinion as she began methodically to gather up her luggage.
How very sad to see two Hamiltonites so utterly lacking in college
spirit. Veronica Lynne simulated pained surprise.
Yes; isn't it? retorted Jerry. Whose fault is it that Muriel and
I haven't last year's trusting faith in reception committees? Recall
how we stood on the station platform like a flock of dummies with no
one to bid us the time of day or say a kind word to us. No wonder my
love for the Sans is a minus quantity.
You aren't following your own advice, calmly criticized Lucy
Warner. You said 'Forget the Sans' and went right on talking about
'And thou, too, Brutus!' Jerry dramatically struck her hand to her
forehead. It is getting to the point where one can't say a single word
around here without being called to account for it. This distressing
state of affairs must stop. She frowned portentously at Lucy, who
merely giggled. You may blame Ronny for egging me on to further
cutting remarks about the Sans. I was prepared to forget them until she
undertook to call Muriel and I down. Then I simply had to defend our
What position? innocently queried Ronny. I was not aware that you
The train has stopped. Didn't you know it? was Marjorie's amused
interruption. Stop squabbling and come along. She was already in the
aisle and impatient to be on the move. Helen Trent is out on the
platform, Jeremiah. I just caught a glimpse of her. I hope Leila and
Vera are out there, too. Let me assist you into the aisle. Marjorie
playfully gripped Jerry's arm in a vain effort to draw her to her feet.
Thank you. I can assist myself. I am not yet aged enough to require
your services. You may carry my suitcase, if you like. It's as heavy as
Charmed, but unfortunately I have one to carry equally heavy,
Marjorie hastily declined. I only offered to haul you up from the
seat. My offer didn't include luggage carrying.
You are a fake. Jerry rose and prepared to follow Marjorie down
the aisle. As she went she peered anxiously out of the car windows for
a first glimpse of her particular friend, Helen Trent.
The eyes of the other four Lookouts were also turned eagerly toward
the station platform in search of their Hamilton friends.
A year had elapsed since first the Five Travelers, as the quintette
of Sanford girls had named themselves, had set foot in the Country of
College. Each was recalling now how very strangely she had felt on
first glimpsing Hamilton station with its bevy of laughing, chatting
girls, not one of whom they knew. Then they had been entering freshmen,
with everything to learn about college. Now they were sophomores, with
a year of college experience to their credit. What befell Marjorie Dean
and her four Lookout chums as freshmen at Hamilton College has already
been recounted in Marjorie Dean, College Freshman.
Hooray! rejoiced Jerry, from the top step of the train, waving her
handbag, a magazine and a tennis racket, all of which she clutched in
her right hand. This vociferous greeting was for Helen, who was making
equally vociferous signals of jubilation at the descending travelers.
Marjorie had also caught sight of Leila Harper and Vera Mason, and
was waving them a welcome. Lucy's eyes were fixed on Katherine Langly,
whom she knew had come down to the station especially to meet her.
Veronica and Muriel were exchanging gay hand salutations with a group
of Silverton Hall girls prior to greeting them on the platform. An
instant and the Five Travelers were free of the train and surrounded.
And is it yourself? Leila Harper was hugging Marjorie in an excess
of true Irish affection. Vera had a hunch this morning that you would
be here today. I said it was too early; that you wouldn't be here until
the first of next week. She would have it her way, so we drove down to
meet this train. Now I know she has the gifted eye and the seeing mind,
as we Irish say.
It is a good thing for us that she had that hunch, declared
Marjorie, turning to Vera and holding out both hands. I was hoping you
would both be here to meet us. I would have wired you, Leila, but was
not sure that you would be back at Hamilton so early. We are here a
week earlier than last year. We wanted to be at home as long as we
could, but we felt that, as sophomores, we ought to come back earlier
to help the freshies. We had such a lonesome time on our freshman
appearance at Hamilton, you know.
Yes, I know, returned Leila significantly. That was one of the
Sans' performances which was never explained. Away with them. This is
no time to think of them. The rest of your Lookouts are running off and
leaving you, Beauty. This last had been Leila's pet name for Marjorie
since the latter had won the title at a beauty contest given the
previous year at the freshman frolic.
They'd better not run far. I am going to take you all back to
college in my car, Vera hospitably informed Marjorie. Leila brought
Helen Trent, Katherine, Ethel Laird and Martha Merrick to the station
in her car. Ethel expects a freshman cousin from Troy, New York. Martha
came along because she had nothing else to do. She said she would like
to see if my hunch came true. She had never yet heard of one that
amounted to a row of pins. She was sure you would not be on the 5.50
train. Oh, wait until I catch sight of her! She's circulating around
the platform somewhere.
So are my pals. Marjorie glanced about her, endeavoring to locate
her chums. None of them were far away. Lucy and Katherine Langly were
already approaching. Muriel and Ronny were still engaged with the group
of Silverton Hall girls. Neither Robina Page nor Portia Graham were
among them. It was quite likely they had not yet returned to Hamilton.
Just as soon as we can collect your crowd, Marjorie, we'll spin you
along to the Hall. Then, I beg to inform you, you are needed at a grand
rally at Baretti's. Let us have faith in the stars that those four pals
of yours have not recklessly accepted invitations to other
celebrations. And if they have, I shall be in a high temper. I warn
you. Leila showed her white teeth in a smile that was certainly no
indication of ill-temper.
They haven't, Leila, Marjorie happily assured. She was thinking
what a joy it was to see Leila again. On the train we all agreed not
to accept any invitations to dinner on this first evening. Our plan was
to take you and Vera, Helen and Katherine and Hortense Barlow to
Baretti's for a feast, provided you were all here. If some of you were
missing, then we thought we would take those of you who had come back
to the Colonial, and wait until you all arrived for the other
celebration. You see, it is to be what you might call a 'first
friends'' party. Helen was the first girl we met. Now she and Jerry are
college pals. Katherine is Lucy's first friend. Muriel is so fond of
Hortense, and Ronny and I look upon you and Vera as nearer than any of
the others. I am fond of Robin Page, and Portia Graham, too. They
really ought to be included. Are they here, and how long have you and
Vera been back?
Marjorie made her explanations and asked her questions almost in the
We have been here three days. We have been really busy though. We
had our unpacking to do, and we changed the furniture around in our
room. We spent one whole afternoon playing golf. We both adore the
Hamilton links. The time has gone fast, although we have missed our own
particular cronies, especially in the evenings. Now we can have a few
jollifications before college starts. Vera answered for Leila, who had
turned to greet Lucy Warner.
Presently Muriel and Ronny joined them, to be warmly welcomed by the
two juniors. Jerry and Helen Trent were the last to arrive. With their
appearance among the group of staunch comrades, the entire party began
a slow walk down the platform and toward the stairs which led away from
If you are in search of information as to who's where and when you
may expect them, ask Helen. As I used to say of myself, 'I know
everything about everybody,' I now pass on that same saying to my
esteemed friend, Miss Trent. Jerry beamed on Helen with exaggerated
Now, Jeremiah, don't you think that a rather sweeping statement?
There may be just a few students at Hamilton I don't happen to
be informed about. You will give our friends here the impression that I
am a busybody. Remember I am now a junior. Try to treat me with more
respect. Helen smiled indolent good nature as she thus admonished
I'll try, but that's all the good it will do. The whole trouble is,
you don't command my awe and respect, complained Jerry.
Neither do you inspire such feelings in me, placidly returned
Helen. We'll simply have to go on being disrespectful to each other,
she ended, with a chuckle which Jerry echoed.
Let us see. The little company had reached the place where Leila
and Vera had parked their cars. Leila now cast speculative eyes over
the group. Martha is missing. Ethel must have found her cousin,
surely. If she did not find her she was to go back to the campus with
us. I lost track of her after the train whistled in. Martha is probably
with Ethel; helping to impress the freshman cousin with junior estate,
Leila made whimsical guess. I think we are ready to start. Nine of us;
that's four to your car and five to mine, Midget.
All right, returned Vera. Choose your five, or, better, let your
five choose you. The sooner we start, the sooner we will reach the
Hall. That means a longer time to celebrate tonight.
Delighted to ride with either of you, assured Muriel. The main
feature of this occasion is the beautiful fact that we are cherished
enough to be actually met at the station and asked to ride in folks'
Muriel can't get over the freezing-out we met with last September,
Neither can I. I feel chilly every time I think of it. Br-r-r!
Jerry made pretense of shivering.
Well, we all know whose fault that was, shrugged Leila.
Precisely what I said just before we left the train, nodded Jerry.
We couldn't understand for a long time why those three Sans should
have taken it upon themselves at all to meet our train. We have a clear
idea now of why it was. Tonight, at the celebration, I'll hold forth on
the subject. Let us not mar the sweet joy of meeting by gossiping, she
ended with an irresistibly funny simper.
No; let us not, echoed Leila dryly. Be quick with your choosing
now. Time will keep on flying.
Five minutes later, Marjorie, Ronny, Helen and Jerry were leaving
the station yard in Leila's car. Muriel, Lucy, Katherine and Vera
occupied the latter's smart limousine. In comparison with the subdued
almost sad little party they had been on the previous September, the
Five Travelers were now a very merry company of adventurers in the
Country of College.
On the front seat of Leila's roadster, beside Leila, Marjorie was
silent for a little, as Leila skilfully guided the trim roadster in and
out of the considerable traffic of Herndon Avenue, Hamilton's main
Have you seen any of the Sans yet, Leila? she presently
questioned. The car was now turning into Highland Avenue, which led
directly to Hamilton Estates. Marjorie glimpsed, in passing, the same
wealth of colorful leaf and bloom she had so greatly admired when
driving through the pretty town the previous autumn.
No signs of them yet, Leila made reply. I am not grieving. I am
wondering if they will be at the Hall again this year. Miss Remson
doesn't want them; that I know. After they made the trouble for you,
she declared she would not let them come back if she could help it.
I know. Marjorie was silent for a moment. I had a talk with Miss
Remson in June, just before college closed, she said slowly. I asked
her not to make a complaint to President Matthews on my account. I told
her it would not make any difference to me if they stayed at the Hall.
I did not believe it would make any to the rest of the girls. None of
us had spoken to them since the meeting in the living room. None of us
were in the least afraid of them. We had as much right to be at the
Hall as they. She finally promised to leave me out of it entirely, but
she intended to make complaint against them on her own account.
Then they will soon be here, lug and luggage, predicted Leila with
a groan. It is the way they treated you that would have counted
against them. Our president is a stickler for honor. He might readily
expel them for that very performance.
That is what I was afraid of. I should not wish a student expelled
from Hamilton on my account. It was hard enough to have to call them to
account, as we did last March.
They have had all summer to get over the shock. They'll be planning
new trouble this fall. Leila spoke with the confidence of belief.
Leslie Cairns never gives up. Are you ready to fight them again,
Beauty? Leila eyed Marjorie quizzically. She asked the question in the
odd, level tone she had used on first acquaintance with Marjorie.
I think this: Our best way to fight the Sans is by influence. Their
influence, founded as it is on money values, is not beneficial to
Hamilton College. Ours should be founded strictly on observing the
traditions of Hamilton. We must make other students see that, too. We
can't lecture on the subject, of course. It will have to be a silent
struggle for nobler aims. I hardly know how to explain my meaning. I
only wish everyone else here had the same feeling of reverence for
Hamilton that I have.
Marjorie paused, quite at a loss to put into words all that was in
her heart. As they talked, the roadster had been spinning rapidly along
through Hamilton Estates. Suddenly the campus, of living velvety green,
appeared upon their view. The old, potent spell of its beauty gripped
the little lieutenant afresh. She had a desire to rise in the seat and
shout a welcome to her first Hamilton friend. A verse of a forest hymn
she had learned as a child in the grade schools sprang to her memory.
It was so well suited to the campus.
I've always loved the campus, Leila, she began. I call it my
first friend and the chimes my second. Those two things meant the most
to me when first we came to Hamilton and felt so out of the college
picture. Just now I happened to recall a verse of a song we used to
sing in school. It is a hymn to the forest, but it describes Hamilton
campus and all the college itself should stand for. Marjorie repeated
the verse, her eyes on the rolling emerald spread:
Who rightly scans thy beauty, a world of truth must read;
Of life and hope and duty; our help in time of need.
And I have read them often, those words so true and clear,
What heart that would not soften, thy wisdom to revere.
CHAPTER II. A CELEBRATION AT
The Lookouts' plan to entertain their friends at either Baretti's or
the Colonial on their first evening at Hamilton was over-ruled by Leila
and Vera. As Hortense Barlow, Robina Page and Portia Graham were still
missing from their circle of friends, they agreed to postpone their own
celebration until the missing ones should have returned to Hamilton.
Thus Vera and Leila gained their point and were in high glee over it.
Privately they were glad to have the Lookouts to themselves for the
evening, with the addition only of Katherine and Helen.
The warm September day had vanished into a soft, balmy night,
garnished by a full, silvery moon. The road to Baretti's was light as
day and the nine girls, clad in delicate-hued summer frocks, added to
the pale beauty of the night. They were in high spirits, as the
incessant murmur of their voices, punctuated by frequent ripples of
light laughter, amply testified.
Entering the quaint, stately restaurant, the Lookouts stopped to pay
courteous respects to Guiseppe Baretti, the proud proprietor, a small,
somber-eyed Italian. Their frequent patronage of Baretti's during their
freshman year had made them very welcome guests. Signor Baretti's
solemn face became wreathed with smiles as he greeted them.
It is certainly good to be here again! exclaimed Jerry. By
appropriating two extra chairs from a nearby vacant table, the nine
diners had managed to seat themselves without crowding at one table.
Isn't it, though? Vera Mason glanced happily around the circle. I
miss Baretti's dreadfully during vacations. There is really no other
restaurant quite like it.
We missed it too, this summer. Our main standby in Sanford was
Sargeant's. You and Leila made its acquaintance when you were in
Sanford last Easter. We used to go there so often after school. I
wonder we ever had an appetite for dinner when we went home. Of course
it can't be compared with Baretti's, as it is merely a confectioner's
shop. We had happy times there, though, Marjorie concluded.
It was a regular conspirator's shop, Jerry supplemented. Whenever
we had anything special to talk over, the watchword was, 'On to
We settled a great many weighty affairs of state at Sargeant's.
Muriel smiled reminiscently. I suppose Baretti's will grow dearer to
us as we plod along our college way. I like it better than the
Colonial, which lacks the air this place has. Besides, the Sans
monopolize it so that I had rather come here.
Why did the Sans turn from Baretti's to the Colonial? Lucy asked
tersely. Her analytic mind had not for an instant lost sight of Vera's
earlier remark concerning the proprietor. What happened?
Oh, it took a large number of straws to break the camel's back.
When it broke
Bing! obligingly supplied Jerry. I can picture the wrath of an
He was wrathful more than once before he said a word. The Sans used
to be awfully noisy when they dined or lunched here. Guiseppe did not
like that. They used to reserve tables by telephone, then, when they
reached here for dinner, they would claim he had not reserved the
tables they had asked for. That was a trick of Leslie Cairns. She would
tell him that he ought not charge extra for the tables as he had not
complied with her order properly. There were all sorts of little points
like that which the Sans used to argue with him. They used to tease him
purposely to see him get angry. When he is very angry he says not a
word. He clenches his hands and his face turns fiery red. His eyes snap
and he looks as though he would like to turn inside out. He half opens
his mouth, then turns on his heel and scuttles off.
One evening in February, Vera continued, Leila and I came here
for dinner. One of the sophs had a birthday and she was giving a dinner
to eighteen of her classmates. Remember, Leila? They had those three
tables over there. Vera nodded toward the opposite side of the room.
The room was quite well filled, when in came Leslie Cairns, Joan Myers
and Natalie Weyman with three girls who had come from a prep. school to
spend a week-end with Joan. There wasn't a single table at which they
all could sit. Instead of calling Guiseppe, Leslie Cairns walked
straight to the soph who was giving the dinner, and claimed she had
taken a table which Joan had reserved by telephone. The soph should
simply have stayed away upon her dignity and called Signor Baretti. She
was indignant, naturally, and began to argue the matter with Miss
Cairns. They both grew furious and talked so loudly you could hear them
all over the room. Natalie Weyman undertook to champion Leslie, and
Leslie told her to shut her mouth and mind her own affairs. She is
so uncouth when she loses her temper. Honestly, a regular pow-wow
went on for a few minutes.
Vera stopped her narrative to laugh as she recalled that very stormy
altercation. Leila was also laughing. Nor could the other listeners
fail to be amused.
I can imagine how that poor soph felt to be jumped on so
unexpectedly, when she was playing the agreeable hostess at her own
birthday party. Jerry's sympathy for the injured sophomore did not
prevent her from laughing. The funny side of such tragedies invariably
struck Jerry first. How did the pow-wow end?
Very likely an enraged Baretti swooped down on them and read them
the law in broken and indignant English, guessed Ronny, with a glance
toward the cashier's desk, where the stolid little proprietor sat
counting the day's receipts.
Did he? emphasized Vera. He crossed the floor as though he had
wings attached to his shoes. He stopped directly in front of Leslie
Cairns. We couldn't hear what he said to her. It wasn't more than half
a dozen sentences. They must have been strictly to the point. She
glared at him and he glared back. Then she said loudly enough to be
heard all over the room: 'Come on, girls. Let the dago have his hash
house. I hope it burns down tonight.' The six of them went out of the
restaurant, laughing. Guiseppe was wild. He swore they should never be
allowed to set foot in this place again. They stayed away until after
Easter. Gradually they drifted back, and he didn't reopen the quarrel.
They have been on their good behavior here since then.
Quite a collegiate performance. What? Leila gave an exact
imitation of Leslie Cairns' manner of uttering the interrogation. Take
the truth from me, our freshie year was full of just such scenes put
over by those girls.
The soph who had the fuss with Leslie Cairns is a senior this year.
You may believe the Sans will get no favors from her and her party
crowd. The Sans will find out some day that they can't sow tares and
expect to reap flowers, concluded Vera with some warmth.
Yes, but it will take them such a very long time to find it out,
Muriel said impatiently. If we don't stand up for the honor of our
Alma Mater, who will?
Well, we've done some good, sturdily asserted Jerry. We wouldn't
allow the Sans to rag Katherine. The Beauty contest was an awful damper
to them, especially Miss Weyman. It put a crimp in her sails. She
needed to be suppressed. Then came the trouble about basket ball. The
Silverton House girls deserve most of the credit for that coup de
grace. It certainly brought the freshman class together with a
snap. There are only about twelve or fifteen of the present sophs who
are Sans worshippers. Miss Reid won't dare interfere with sports this
A strong blow you freshies struck for fairness in college sports,
commended Leila. They will be properly managed this year.
Miss Reid is to have only light gymnastics and folk dancing from
this on, announced Helen. There is to be a new gym instructor; a
young man. He is a physical culture expert and an acrobat. He is to
teach bar and trapeze work.
You don't mean it! Leila puckered her lips into a soft whistle.
What is to become of Miss Bailey? She is a better teacher of folk
dancing than Miss Reid. Who told you, Helen?
Miss Bailey herself. I came up from town with her the other day in
a taxi. She seems pleased with the new arrangement. She is to assist
both Miss Reid and the new instructor. You know she is an athletic
wonder for a woman. She does very difficult acrobatic work and
understands teaching balance. That is so difficult to teach.
Who knows? This may be Miss Reid's last year with us, Leila said
with a tinge of laughing malice. It is said a change of that kind for
a teacher at college generally precedes a violent drop. If true, we
must try to bear our loss. It takes time to recover from such losses.
How we do ramble from the subject. Let us be turning back to our
freshies' good works.
Muriel stopped at that basket ball affair last winter, prompted
Katherine. I'll mention it before Lucy has a chance. She isn't the
only one who can keep tab on things.
I see I shall have to keep you in the background. Lucy bent a
severe eye on Katherine. You are out to steal my glory.
Just tell her to subside, a la Leslie Cairns, suggested Helen.
What a shame that I missed that lovely party row at Baretti's. I heard
echoes of it on the campus for a week afterward. Let me tell you, I
admire Ronny for the way she wound up that tale the Sans started
against Marjorie last March. It was the best thing that could have been
Something had to be done. Ronny's gray eyes grew flinty. Those
particular girls took an unusually bold stand against her. I am
surprised that they did not attempt to haze her earlier in the year.
It probably did not occur to them, was Vera's opinion. If it had,
they might have tried it. It is strictly forbidden here. The hazers
would certainly be expelled. President Matthews is down on it with both
feet. A niece of his was hazed at college and contracted pneumonia. She
died of it and he has been doubly opposed to it since then.
I am glad I was saved midnight visits from sheeted ghosts or some
such eerie horror, laughed Marjorie. It wouldn't have done them any
good if ever they had hazed me. I would have refused to do one single
thing they told me to do. It wouldn't have been a specially pleasant
experience to waken suddenly and find the room inhabited by spooks.
Still I wouldn't have been afraid of them. I am glad to be a soph. I am
past the grind and hazing stage. Do tell the girls about Row-ena
Farnham, Jeremiah. You promised them you would.
And so I will, affably consented Jerry. I think I'll save it for
I think you won't, quickly objected Leila. Be nice and tell us
now. Dessert is afar off. The sherbet and the salad stand between it.
Having come to a speedy selection of their dinner, immediately they
were seated at table, they were now finishing the toothsome
old-fashioned chicken pot-pie and its palatable accompaniments which
was one of Baretti's most popular specialties.
All right children, I will humor you, Jerry made gracious
concession, as other protesting voices arose. Understand this is no
news to the Lookouts here assembled.
We don't mind hearing it again. We're the pattern of amiability,
Muriel made light assurance.
Charmed, to be sure, beamed Ronny.
I'll take your word for it. Jerry did not appear specially
impressed by such overwhelming forbearance. To begin with, the Macys
spend their summers at Severn Beach. The Farnhams have a regular castle
at Tanglewood, a resort about ten miles from Severn Beach. It is
needless to say that Row-ena and I do not exchange visits. I am happy
to say I never saw her at Severn Beach. Think what the beach has been
One afternoon Hal took me to Tanglewood in his sailboat. He went to
see a couple of his chums about arranging for a yacht race. I didn't
care to go with him to the cottage. I knew they didn't want me butting
in while they planned their race. I stayed down on the sands near the
boat. Hal had promised to be back by four o'clock.
I watched the bathers for a while. There were only a few in the
water that day, Jerry continued. Finally, I thought I would go up to
a large pavilion at the head of the pier for an ice. I sat in the
pavilion eating a pineapple ice as peacefully as you please. All of a
sudden I realized someone had stopped beside my chair; two someones by
the way. One of them was Row-ena Quarrelena Fightena Scrapena; the
other, Jerry paused impressively, was our precious hob-goblin, Miss
CHAPTER III. GATHERING CLOUDS.
Really! came in surprised exclamation from Vera.
Hmm! What a congenial pair! was Helen Trent's placid reception of
Like walks with like. Leila's tones vibrated with satirical truth.
Knaves fall out, but to fall in again.
I know it, agreed Jerry. One would naturally suppose that Miss
Cairns would have no use for Row-ena after the net she led her into.
Not a bit of it.
It must have been a shock, Jeremiah, to look up suddenly and find
yourself in such company. Helen could not repress the ghost of a
It was. They were lined up for battle. I saw that at a glance.
Row-ena was half laughing; a trick of hers when she is all ready to
make a grand disturbance. Leslie Cairns looked like a Japanese
thundercloud. I never said a word; just sat very straight in my chair.
I went on eating my ice as if I didn't know they were there. Like
Jerry gave an imitation of her manner and facial expression on the
occasion she was describing.
I thought they might give it up as a bad job and go away, but they
stayed. Then Row-ena started in with a regular tirade about Marjorie
and all of us. I can't repeat what she said word for word. Anyway, she
called us all liars. I don't remember what I said, but it must have
been effective. I certainly handed Row-ena my candid opinion of
herself. She saw she was getting the worst of the argument and declared
she wouldn't stay and be so insulted. She started out of the pavilion,
calling Miss Cairns to come along. The fair Leslie wouldn't budge. She
told Row-ena to go on, that she had something to say to me. That was
the first remark she had made. Then she asked me in her slow, drawling
way if I would listen to something she had to say to me. I said I would
not. I had heard too much as it was. I got up and beat it and left her
standing there. I was so sore I forgot to pay for my ice. I had to send
Hal back with the money. As I started away from the pavilion, I saw
Row-ena getting into a dizzy-looking black and white roadster. I think
the car belonged to Miss Cairns. It looked like her. I suppose she and
dear Row-ena had been out for a ride and simply happened to run across
me in the pavilion.
Now comes the most interesting part of the story. Jerry glanced
from one to another of her attentive little audience. Three days
afterward the postman left me a letter. The address was typed, so was
the letter. When I opened it, I soon knew the writer. Here it is.
Jerry produced a letter from a white kid bag she was carrying. The
distinguished writer of this letter is Leslie Cairns. I brought it
along to read to you because what she has to say includes all of us.
It's what I would call an open declaration of war. Listen to this:
'Since you refused to listen to me the other day, I must
pen and ink to make you understand that when I have anything
to a person I propose to say it. It isn't a case of what you
It is a case of what I want. To begin with, I knew all about
and your pals before ever you came to Hamilton. My friend,
Farnham, heard that you were to enter Hamilton and warned me
against all of you. I had you looked up, as I have powerful
and means of doing this.
'As your friend, Miss Dean, the lying little hypocrite, had
my friend, Miss Farnham, so much trouble at high school, I
to even her score for her. At first I did not intend to allow
to enter Hamilton at all. When I say you I include those
chums of yours. My father could easily have arranged to keep
out of Hamilton. Then I concluded it would be better to let
come here and make things lively for you.
'I proposed that call on you ninnies on your first evening at
college. We arranged matters so as to fuss you self-satisfied
freshies a little and keep you from your dinner. We didn't
anything about meeting you, but we thought we might as well
you over. Miss Weyman gave it out that she would meet your
with her car on purpose to keep other students away. We wanted
to be a little bit lonesome. When you said in your room, that
saw Miss Weyman's car at the station, we thought perhaps you
have seen through the joke. But you were so thick. You didn't.
'Miss Weyman had no intention of wasting good gasoline on you.
loaded her car with girls on purpose. There was no room to
She stopped it above the station yard and stayed there until
the train had come in. After a while she drove into the yard
out again. Not one of us set foot on the platform. It was a
bluff and served you precisely right.
'I haven't either the patience or the will to tell you all the
clever stunts we put over on you simpletons last year. Believe
when I say, it isn't a circumstance compared to what we intend
do this year. You came back at us in March in a way we will
forget or overlook. You think you are pretty strongly
because you and your crowd are quite pally with certain upper
students who pose as wonders of smartness. Well, don't build
much on your popularity. Popularity sometimes has a habit of
vanishing over night.
'It seems too bad to be wasting time and paper on you, but I
square enough to let you have the truth straight from the
You girls have made us trouble from the start, and I predict
it will not be long before Hamilton will be too small to hold
crowd and mine. Your crowd will be the one to go; not the
am not afraid to tell you this, because there is nothing in
letter that you can get me on.
That is so like Leslie Cairns. Leila's blue eyes flashed their
profound contempt. She loves to boast of her own ill-doing. She thinks
it gives her a standing among her friends. She poses as being afraid of
nothing and no one.
That is truly an outrageous letter! Vera's voice rang with shocked
indignation. I wonder at her boldness in writing it.
Ah, but consider! It is a typed letter. Would you mind letting me
look at the signature, Jerry? Helen requested.
With pleasure. Jerry willingly surrendered the typed letter to
The latter studied the signature shrewdly. I don't think this is
Leslie Cairns signature, she said, shaking her head. That is about
the way I thought it would be.
Humph! Leila had evidently caught Helen's meaning. The others
looked a trifle mystified.
But Leila just now said the letter sounded like Leslie Cairns!
Jerry exclaimed. She wrote it. I am sure of that. Her name is signed
to it. Why then Jerry stopped. Oh, yes, she went on, in sudden
enlightenment. I begin to understand.
Of course you do, returned Helen. In the first place, she
explained to her puzzled listeners, this letter has neither date nor
place of writing. It is typed and signed 'Leslie Cairns,' but I am
almost positive she did not sign it. She has either disguised her hand
or another person has signed her name to it at her request, you may be
sure. Objectif Jerry decided to make her any trouble at Hamilton over
the letter, she would say she had nothing whatever to do with the
writing of it.
It would take a whole lot of nerve to do that. After what happened
last year, she could hardly hope to be believed. This was Muriel's
view of the matter.
Still, if the letter were typed and not signed by her, there would
be no proof that she wrote it unless someone had seen her write it.
Helen argued. We are positive she wrote it, because the contents of
the letter tally with the Sans' attitude and actions toward Marjorie
and you Sandfordites. Yet, what would hinder her from saying that some
friend of yours, to whom you had told your troubles, or, that even one
of you five girls wrote that letter, simply for spite? I do not say
that she would do so. I only say she might. She is capable of it.
I agree with you, Helen. Leslie Cairns would stand before President
Matthews and declare up and down that she never dreamed of writing such
a letter, if it pleased her to do it. Leila spoke with conviction.
She took chances, of course, of being called to account for the
statements she made in the letter. Undoubtedly, she had her whole
course of action planned out before ever she wrote it. While she
couldn't be sure you wouldn't make a fuss about it, because of the way
Ronny brought the Sans to book last March, she could plan the best way
to brazen it out if she got into difficulties over it.
Just imagine! She had a grudge against the Lookouts before ever she
met them. Leila and I were always suspicious of the way Natalie Weyman
acted about meeting you at the station. We could not fathom the object
of such a performance. We both thought there was more to it than
appeared on the surface. Vera nodded wisely.
And all on account of the maliciousness of Row-ena Farnham. Why,
none of us had seen her for over two years! We supposed she belonged to
our departed high school days. Muriel's tones betrayed decided
You can make up your minds that I don't intend ever to serve on any
reform committeesobject, the betterment of the heathen; the Sans, I
mean. Jerry made this announcement with a shade of belligerence.
Unconsciously she turned her eyes toward Marjorie.
Marjorie laughed. I know what you are thinking, Jeremiah, she
said, with quiet amazement. Don't worry. I shall not suggest a reform
movement here for the Sans' moral benefit.
Glad of it. Imagine me laboring patiently with that benighted
heathen, Leslie Cairns, to help her to see herself as others see her,
How much the Sans would enjoy being called the heathen, interposed
It's appropriate. When people behave like savages, they class
themselves as such. It is a pity that we should be obliged to consider
fellow students as enemies! Jerry continued with vehemence. Why
should petty spite be carried to the point where it is a menace to the
whole college? An institution for the higher education of young girls
in particular should be free of such ignobility.
Fights and fusses are not conducive to the cultivation of a
scholarly mind, Helen Trent agreed with mock solemnity.
They are not, returned Leila, with a strong Celtic inflection of
which she, in her earnestness, was entirely unconscious.
Naturally it evoked laughter. Leila's occasional slight lapses into
a brogue were invariably amusing to her chums.
Laugh at my brogue if you wish, I will not break your bones, she
said good-humoredly, making use of an ancient Irish expression. I am
most Celtic when serious. Ah, well! Perhaps it is petty in us even to
be discussing the Sans, since we can say nothing good of them.
That is their fault; not ours, Lucy Warner said incisively.
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in their stars, but in themselves,
that they are underlings, Vera aptly applied with a change of
Quite right, my child. They began it. Not one of us, before the
Lookouts came here to Hamilton, raised a voice against the Sans. We
know the Lookouts did not. This letter Leslie Cairns wrote to Jerry
means war to the knife, all this year. Unless, by good fortune, Miss
Remson has won her point and they are not to come back to the Hall.
With them out of Wayland Hall we might hope for peace. Put them in
other campus houses, they would soon lose track of you girls and turn
their bad attentions to or on someone else. Miss Remson has a strong
case against them on account of the way they treated Marjorie. Such
was Helen's opinion.
Marjorie flushed at mention of the Sans' bad treatment of herself.
She glanced at Ronny, who returned the glance with an enigmatical
smile. Leila was staring at Marjorie, her face also a study.
Girls, Marjorie began, in her clear resonant enunciation, I shall
have to tell you something that only Ronny and Leila know. I told Leila
only this afternoon. I asked Miss Remson not to mention the Sans'
treatment of me in her complaint to the president. I had a long talk
with her last June before college closed. I asked Ronny if she cared if
I did so, because she had gone to the trouble of getting Miss Archer
here and spared no pains to help me. All of you helped me, too, but
Ronny and Miss Remson did the hardest part. Ronny said I must do
whatever my conscience dictated. I felt that I did not wish to have
anything to do with their leaving the Hall. If Miss Remson wins or has
won her point against them, that's different. Last March, before we
held the meeting in the living room, it seemed as if I could not endure
being under the same roof with them. That feeling passed away. They
were so utterly defeated. Miss Remson says she has enough insubordinate
and really lawless acts on their part against them to warrant their
being transferred to another campus house. She said it had been done
occasionally in past years with beneficial results.
That means the Sans will be at the Hall again this year.
Resentment burned briefly in Helen's eyes. Slow to anger, she was
slower to forgive.
We don't know that yet, resumed Ronny. All this happened last
June. Miss Remson made her complaint then, I believe. She intended to,
at any rate. Naturally, we could not ask her about the result, and she
said nothing more about it before we went home. I think she will
mention it to Marjorie and me. If she does we will ask if we may tell
you girls who were interested in the affair of last March.
We'll know anyway, if the Sans appear bag and baggage, put in
Yes; but I mean Miss Remson will tell us the details, returned
Wherever the Sans live on the campus, our best way is to go on
about our own affairs regardless of them. I hate to think of Hamilton
College as a battle ground. I will fight for my rights, if I must, but
I will ignore a worthless enemy as long as I can. We must make our
plans for a happier Hamilton, which does not include the Sans. We must
create a spirit of unity here that will discount cliques. Marjorie
argued with deep earnestness. If we fight, shoulder to shoulder, for
the best, in time we shall attain it. It's our influence that will
count. It may not be felt at once; gradually it will be. We need not
expect the Sans will change their views. We must put them in the
background by being true and kindly and honorable. Then their false
standards will count for nothing.
CHAPTER IV. AN INVITATION TO AN
I'm very, very sleepy, Jeremiah, but I shall try to keep awake for
the chimes. It would be unkind not to greet my second friend tonight.
Marjorie made these whimsical statements between yawns.
Wait for 'em, then, if you can, returned Jerry. The minute my
head touches the pillow I shall be dead to the world. You'll never keep
awake. You are yawning now.
I shall, firmly avowed Marjorie. Tired out by the long railway
journey, her eyes would close. Nevertheless she slipped into a silk
negligee and curled up on the floor beside a window, to wait for the
welcoming voice of her loved friend. The light in the room
extinguished, the white moonlight touched her sweet face, lending it a
new and wistful beauty. From her post at the window she could see
Hamilton Hall, a magnificent gray pile in the moonbeams. The campus
stretched away on all sides of it like an enchanted emerald carpet full
of lights and shadows.
Marjorie momentarily forgot her desire for sleep as she looked on
the silent loveliness which night had enhanced. It filled her with all
sorts of vague inspirations which she could sense but not analyze. She
could only understand herself as being earnestly desirous of showing
greater loyalty to her Alma Mater than ever before.
Then upon her inspirited musings fell the voice of her old, familiar
friend, clear and silvery as ever. She sat very still, almost
breathlessly, listening to the clarion, welcoming prelude. Followed the
measured stroke of eleven. I am so happy to hear you again, dear
friend. Good night. Marjorie rose, and, with a last, sleepy, but
loving, glance at the fairylike outdoors trotted to her couch bed. She
had scarcely found its grateful comfort before she was fast asleep.
She awoke the next morning with the sunshine pouring in upon her to
find Jerry, kimono-clad, standing meditatively beside her couch.
Whyumwhatwhere she mumbled. Oh, goodness, Jerry! have I
overslept? What time is it? That wall clock stopped last night just
after we came in, and I forgot to wind it and set it again. She sat up
Be calm, replied Jerry, with a reassuring grin. It is only five
minutes to seven. I was wondering whether I could let you sleep fifteen
minutes more. I'd decided to call you when you woke of your own
I'd rather be up. Marjorie arose with her customary energy and
reached for her negligee. I have a lot to do today. Our trunks will be
here by noon, I hope. I want to unpack and be all straightened out
before the five o'clock train. Leila and Vera are anxious for us to go
with them to meet it. We ought to meet it at any rate. We are both on
the sophomore committee for welcoming freshies.
Marjorie made this reminder with open satisfaction. During
Commencement week, the previous June, the sophomore class elect had
gathered for a special meeting. Its object had been to discuss ways and
means of helping entering freshmen at the re-opening of college in the
fall. Marjorie and Jerry had been appointed to it as Wayland Hall
representatives, together with two students from Acasia House and three
from Silverton Hall.
I imagine we are the only ones on that committee who have come back
to Hamilton, Marjorie continued. Oh, no; Ethel Laird is on it. Let me
see. Grace Dearborn was the other Acasia House girl appointed. Blanche
Scott, Elaine Hunter and Miss Peyton were the three from Silverton
Hall. Ronny said none of them had returned.
I am almost sorry I did not make arrangements to have a car here
this year. Jerry looked slightly regretful. It would come in handy
now. Still, I believe it is more democratic to do without one. Besides,
I ought to walk rather than ride. It keeps my weight down. There is
Ronny. She could have a dozen cars here if she wanted them. She won't
have one. She is a real democrat, isn't she?
Marjorie nodded. She is the most unassuming very rich girl I have
ever known. I think if the Sans really knew her circumstances they
would try to take her up, even after what happened last spring.
They would give it up as too hard a job about five minutes after
Ronny found out what they were trying to do, predicted Jerry. I have
an idea that the Sans think we don't amount to much financially. My
father is worth a whole lot of money, yet it's not generally known in
Sanford. He never tried to keep it a secret, but you see we have never
gone in for anything but the quiet family life. So people don't think
much about us, except that we are old Sanford residents.
That is a fine way to live, thoughtfully approved Marjorie. Well,
I couldn't afford to have a car here if I wanted one ever so much. The
majority of the girls at Hamilton are probably from families in about
the same circumstances as the Deans. Leila said yesterday that about a
third of the girls here last year had their own automobiles. She said
she would have been terribly lonely during her freshman year if she had
not had her car. She didn't send for it for quite awhile after she
entered college. Vera sent for hers, too, and hardly drove it. Most of
the freshmen they were friendly with had their own cars, so they seldom
needed to drive both cars at the same time.
As she talked, Marjorie had been leisurely but steadily gathering up
her toilet accessories preparatory to making her morning ablutions.
Jerry, who stood idly watching her chum, suddenly realized that time
was on the wing.
Good gracious! she exclaimed. Here I stand like a dummy when I
ought to be hiking for the lavatory myself. We'll both be late for
breakfast, in spite of my early rising, if we stop to talk any longer.
After breakfast we had better 'phone the baggage master about our
trunks. Otherwise they may forget all about us and not deliver them
before tomorrow. I haven't the trusting faith in baggage masters that I
In the lavatory they encountered Muriel and Ronny. Lucy had already
preceded them and gone to pay Katherine a morning call. Presently the
Five Travelers and Katherine trooped down the wide stairway to
breakfast, their bright, youthful faces and clear, laughing tones
lending new life to staid Wayland Hall. At the foot of the stairway
they met Miss Remson and hailed her with a concerted Good morning.
Her small, shrewd eyes softened, as she received the gay salute with
a smile and returned it. Her liking for this particular sextette of
students was very sincere.
Girls, she began abruptly, her smile fading, to be replaced by an
expression of sternness, Will you come into my office after breakfast?
I have something to show you and also something to tell you. Her lips
tightened to grimness as she made this announcement. That's all. With
a little nod she passed them and hurried on up the staircase.
As she had been busily engaged with the affairs of the Hall on their
arrival of the preceding afternoon, they had had opportunity only to
greet her and be assigned to their old rooms and places at table.
Entering the dining room, Vera and Leila called Good morning from
the next table to their own.
Be with you in a minute, Leila informed them. I've something to
report, Lieutenant. This directly to Marjorie. During the Easter visit
she and Vera had made Marjorie, she had taken delightedly to the army
idea as carried out by the Deans. Afterward she frequently addressed
Marjorie as Lieutenant.
I know what it is, promptly returned Jerry. So have we. We just
saw Miss Remson. Is that what you are driving at?
It is. Now what shall I do to you for snapping my news from my
mouth? Leila asked severely.
Maybe I don't know as much as you do, so you needn't feel grieved,
conciliated Jerry. Come over here and we will compare notes. I may
know something you don't know. You may know something I don't know.
Think what a wonderful information session we shall have.
Hurriedly finishing her coffee, Leila rose and joined the Lookouts.
I won't sit down, she declined, as Ronny motioned her to draw up a
nearby chair. Miss Remson asked Vera and I to stop at her office after
She asked us, too. There, I took Jerry's news away from her. That
pays up for what she did to you. Muriel glanced teasingly at Jerry.
Oh, go as far as you like. Jerry waved an elaborately careless
hand. Like the race in Alice in Wonderland: 'All won.' Perhaps one of
you wise women of Hamilton can tell us if anyone else is invited to
Busy Buzzy's office party.
Silence was the answer, put in Marjorie mischievously, as no one
essayed a reply to Jerry's satirical question.
Helen ought to be, Jerry said stoutly. She was with us to the
letter last spring. I guess she'll be there. Miss Remson is fond of
One and all the eight girls were experiencing inward satisfaction at
the summons to Miss Remson's office. Confident that it had to do with
the readmittance or denial of the Sans to Wayland Hall, they were glad
that the odd little manager had chosen to give them her confidence.
I'm going over to the garage to see if the new tire is on my car.
It blew out yesterday while I was driving it to cover after I left you
girls. I'll be back by the time you girls have finished breakfast.
Going with me, Midget? Leila turned to Vera.
No, Ireland, she declined, with the little rippling smile which
was one of her chief charms. I am still hungry. I want another cup of
coffee and a nice fat cinnamon bun. By the time I put them away you
will be back.
As Leila went out, Helen Trent appeared, a slightly sleepy look in
her blue eyes. Her arrival was greeted with acclamation. Aside from
Vera and Leila, the long pleasant dining room was empty of students
when the Lookouts and Katherine had entered it. In consequence, they
were more free to laugh and talk. The presence of the Sans in the room
during meals quenched the spirit of comradarie that was so marked at
Have you seen Miss Remson? was hurled at Helen in chorus. She
dimpled engagingly and nodded her head.
I saw her last night after I left you girls. I had to have a new
bulb for one of my lights.
Glad of it. Jerry beamed at Helen. She had not wished her junior
friend left out of Miss Remson's confidence. If she had not told you,
I was going to ask her if you might be in on it, she assured.
Faithful old Jeremiah. Helen reached over from where she had
paused beside the Lookouts' table and patted Jerry on the shoulder.
One might think you were addressing a valued family watch dog,
remarked Lucy Warner. Helen's dimples deepened. You don't say much,
Luciferous, but what you say is amazin'. I hadn't the slightest
intention of ranking my respected pardner, Jeremiah, as an animal
friend. With this apologetic explanation, I shall insist that you drop
all such thoughts.
Oh, I did not say I thought so, calmly corrected Lucy. I merely
said, 'One might think.' Lucy's features were purposely austere. Her
greenish eyes were dancing. Long since her chums had discovered that
her sense of humor was as keen as her sense of criticism.
Leila presently returned to find the breakfasters feasting on hot,
old-fashioned cinnamon buns. These buns were a specialty at Wayland
Hall, and, with coffee, were a tempting meal in themselves. Another ten
minutes, and they left the dining-room en masse, bound for the little
manager's office, there to learn what they might or might not expect
from the Sans during the coming college year.
CHAPTER V. LETTER NUMBER TWO.
Come in! called a brisk, familiar voice, as Ronny knocked lightly
on the almost closed door. Filing decorously into the rather small
office, the nine girls grouped themselves about the manager's chair.
Take seats, friends, she invited. Four of you can use the settee.
There are chairs enough for the others. Will you see that the door is
tightly closed, Helen. This matter is strictly confidential. It's
rather early for eavesdroppers, she added, with biting sarcasm.
The door is closed, Miss Remson. Having complied with the
manager's request, Helen seated herself beside Jerry on a wide walnut
bench which took up almost a side of the room.
Thank you. You know, my dear young friends, Miss Remson began,
with out further preliminary, that, last March, after Miss Dean's
trouble with the Sans Soucians, I expressed myself as being heartily
sick of their lawless behavior. I stated then that I should take up the
matter with President Matthews. I believed he would respect my point of
view. I had made up my mind that I did not wish them to return to the
Hall this year. Wayland Hall is the oldest and finest house on the
campus. Naturally, it is hard to obtain board here. I have been here
longer than any other manager of any other Hamilton campus house. I
have rarely made complaint against a student. Miss Dean was anxious
that I should not put her case before President Matthews. I could only
respect her wishes, as the matter was strictly personal. There were
many other reasons why the Sans Soucians, as they call themselves, were
Miss Remson ceased speaking momentarily, as she separated a letter
from two or three others on her desk.
These girls, of whom I disapproved, made the usual application to
retain their rooms. I made a list of the undesirables and went over to
the president's house to have a confidential talk with him. I have
known him and his family for years. Unfortunately, he was not at home.
He had been invited to make an address at the Commencement of Newbold,
a western college for women, and would be away for a week. As his
return would be so near Commencement here, I decided to write him and
ask for an early appointment. I wrote to him as soon as he returned. He
answered my note personally and made an appointment with me.
I laid my complaint before him, she continued, and he was
indignant at the way I had been treated. He asked me to leave with him
the names of the young women against whom I had made complaint. He
promised they should be reprimanded by him and notified to make other
arrangements for this college year. Further, they would also be warned
that any new complaints against them from another manager would mean a
second summons to his office, with a more severe penalty attached.
I waited, expecting a storm when these girls received their
notification and learned what I had done. I had not given them an
answer regarding their rooms for next year, as I was waiting for Doctor
Matthews to act. Judge my surprise when, five days after I had talked
with the doctor, I received a cool note, dictated to his secretary,
stating that he was inclosing a typed copy of a letter which he had
received. He went on to say that, as there seemed to be as much
complaint against me, by the young women of whom I had complained, he
would suggest that we get together and try to adjust the matter at the
Hall. He believed that the course I had requested him to pursue would
result in such useless ill-feeling that he preferred not to adopt it.
He had no doubt that an internal friction, such as appeared to exist at
Wayland Hall, could be easily adjusted by me, if I adopted the proper
methods. He wished the subject closed.
Why, that isn't a bit like Doctor Matthews! exclaimed Helen. He
has the reputation of being a stickler for justice.
My dear, I know it, replied Miss Remson, in a hurt voice. I felt
utterly crushed after I had read his note. There was nothing more to be
done unless I resigned. I did not wish to do so. I have every right to
retain my position here. It is my living and I do a great deal for my
sister's two sons, whom I am helping put through college. The copy of
the letter, inclosed with the president's note, was written by Miss
Myers. I shall read it to you verbatim.
Unfolding the copied letter which she held in her hand, she hastily
read the formal heading then went on more slowly:
Dear Doctor Matthews:
It has been intimated us that we are not to be granted the
privilege of remaining at Wayland Hall during our junior year.
We understand the reason for this injustice and wish you to
understand it also. Miss Remson, the manager of the Hall, has
taken sides with a certain few students in the house who have a
fancied grudge against a number of young women whose interests
am now representing. Miss Remson has allowed these students to
place us in the most humiliating of positions; has even aided
and abetted them in putting us in a false light. She has also
reprimanded us frequently for offenses of which we are not
guilty. We are willing to overlook all this and try even more
earnestly in future to please Miss Remson. This, in spite of
the harsh way in which we have been treated by all concerned.
We are not willing to leave the Hall. We came here to live as
freshmen and we object to being thrust from it after two years'
residence in it. We have been given to understand that
complaint against us is to be lodged with you by Miss Remson.
Will you not take up the matter summarily with her and see that
we obtain justice?
A united gasp arose as Miss Remson finished the reading of Joan
Myers' letter and laid it on the desk.
Can you beat that? inquired Jerry, in such deep disgust everyone
laughed. Of all the cast-iron, nickle-plated nerve, commend me to the
Outrageous! Leila's black brows were drawn in a deep scowl. And
they are clever, too, she nodded with conviction. That letter is the
kind a man of Doctor Matthews' standing detests. It gives the whole
affair the air of a school-girl quarrel. Very hard on your dignity,
Miss Remson, she glanced sympathetically at the little manager.
Not only that. I am practically cut off from my old friendly
standing with the president. Miss Remson's usually quick tones
faltered slightly. I would not appeal to him for justice again if
these lawless girls brought the Hall down about my ears. You can
understand my position.
She appealed to her youthful hearers In general. It was my belief
that you should be told this by me, as I had assured you last spring
that I would not have these trouble-making, untruthful students at the
Hall this year, if I could help it. They are coming back wholly against
my will. We were into Commencement week last June when this occurred,
so I said nothing to any of you. It would have been an annoyance to you
during the summer every time you happened to recall it.
Who told the Sans that you weren't going to allow them to come back
to the Hall? was Marjorie's pertinent question. I can answer for
every one of us in saying that we never repeated a word outside of our
own intimate circle.
That is a question I have pondered more than once during the
summer, Miss Remson responded with alacrity. I did not suspect one of
you for an instant. I do not see how anyone could have overheard the
remarks I made on the subject, as I made them in this office with the
door always closed. President Matthews is, of course, above suspicion.
His secretary would not dare repeat his official business, even to an
intimate friend. I mailed my letter to the president. It went through
the postoffice. This precludes the possibility of it having been
Perhaps the Sans guessed that you would refuse them admittance to
the Hall this year because you called the meeting in the living room,
was Muriel's plausible surmise. You had had a good deal of trouble
with them and they knew they were in the wrong; that you disapproved of
them. They may have scented disaster and taken the bull by the horns.
They calculated, perhaps, that you might appeal to President Matthews
and thought they would secure themselves by reporting us and accusing
you of favoritism.
That would be typical of the Sans, agreed Leila energetically.
Not so much Leslie Cairns. She bribes and bullies her way to whatever
she wants. Joan Myers wrote the letter. She is considered very clever
among her crowd. She may have made the plan. Dulcie Vale is too stupid
and Nat Weyman is wrapped up in herself.
A clever letter, contemptible though it is, pronounced Veronica.
The writer has put a certain amount of force in it which passes for
It reads as though she had been informed that Miss Remson was going
to turn the Sans down and was honestly sore over it. Jerry added her
speculation to Ronny's.
It is too bad! exclaimed Helen Trent, indignantly. I mean for
you, Miss Remson. You can soon find out for yourself whether they
simply guessed you were down on them or really had information. When
the Sans come back to the Hall, if they are snippy and insolent from
the start, that will mean, I think, that they had warning of it. If
they are rather subdued and fairly civil, for them, then they only made
a daring bluff and are not sure, up to date, whether their suspicion
Great head! laughingly complimented Jerry. There is nothing the
mater with Helen's reasoning powers.
Miss Remson nodded slowly as she considered Helen's words. That is
very likely the way it will be, she said. The matter will have to
remain closed, because President Matthews wishes it to be so. I shall
not adopt his suggestion of a personal talk with these girls. A glint
of belligerence appeared in her eyes. I have been here at the Hall
many years and seen many young women come and go. I am not a bad judge
of girl character and motive. It will not take me long to fathom these
girls' deceit in this affair, if the letter Miss Myers wrote was based
on supposition. If, in some unprecedented manner, they really received
information, then they must have learned the outcome of the affair from
the same source. All I can do is to remain mute on the subject. They
will, undoubtedly, ridicule me behind my back. If they attempt to
belittle me to my face, I shall resign my position here. The
humiliated little manager's lips compressed into a tight line.
I think the whole business is shameful; simply shameful! burst
forth Vera, her blue eyes flashing. Imagine President Matthews taking
such an extremely unjust stand!
It is too bad you cannot go to him and have the matter out with
him. No; I understand that you wouldn't, under the circumstances,
Jerry added quickly, as Miss Remson made a hasty gesture of dissent. I
wouldn't either, if I were you.
I believe there is more to this than appears on the surface,
Marjorie gave steady opinion. We hardly know President Matthews, as we
were merely freshies last year. Still he seems to be such a fine man. A
man in his position ought to be above anything even touching on
There you are! 'Seems to be,' and 'ought to be,' repeated Leila
cynically. May I ask you, Miss Remson, do you know the signature to
the president's letter to you to be by his own hand? I would not
hesitate to set a trumped-up letter down to the Sans' mischief-making
Yes; it is President Matthews' signature; unmistakably his,
answered Miss Remson. I am satisfied Doctor Matthews wrote the letter.
It is written much as he would write if he were thoroughly annoyed.
Neither Miss Myers nor her friends could write it. You spoke of there
being more to this than appears on the surface, Miss Dean. Pardon me
for disagreeing. I hardly think so.
Marjorie never forgot the hurt look that crept into the manager's
usually cheerful face as she bravely disagreed. It was as though she
had caught a glimpse of the plucky little woman's grieving soul. She
realized that Miss Remson had found it hard to give even them her
confidence. She guessed also that the manager would be grateful if left
I know what it means to feel dreadfully hurt over something untrue
that has been said of one, Miss Remson, she consoled in her sincere,
gracious fashion. That's the way it was with me last March. Thanks to
my friends, the clouds blew away and the sun came out again. We are
your true friends, and we would like to do as much for you as we know
you have done for me, and would do for any of us who needed your
support. We solemnly promise, she went on, turning to her chums for
corroboration, to regard your confidence as binding. Not one of us
will forget the hurt that has been dealt you. We shall do our best to
make it easier for you at the Hall by keeping clear of the Sans.
Miss Remson, I feel positive that Doctor Matthews will realize,
later, what a serious mistake he has made. Sometimes the very finest
men make just such blunders because they are irritated by something
else entirely. Katherine spoke with deep conviction. I acted as
secretary one summer to a naturalist who was of that type.
There is one thing I intend to do. Lucy Warner spoke for the first
time since entering the office. She had listened with the gravity and
attention of a judge to all that had been said. I shall make it a
point to see what President Matthews' secretary looks like. A secretary
has a good deal of opportunity to make trouble, if she chooses to make
it. She knows so much of her employer's private affairs. I've been a
secretary long enough to tell you that. She might have quietly told the
Sans of Miss Remson's letter to the president, asking for an
But, my dear child, I did not mention the object of my interview in
my note to President Matthews, declared the manager. The secretary
would have nothing to tell these girls of any moment. She would
naturally attach no importance to such a letter.
That is true. Lucy looked abashed for an instant. Her old shyness
seemed about to settle down on her. She cast it off and sat up very
straight, her green eyes gleaming with her initial purpose. I believe
I will look her up, at any rate. She might be a friend of the Sans.
Hardly, differed Muriel. The Sans don't make a friend of a girl
under the million mark, Lucy.
Unless it happens to suit their purpose, flatly contradicted Lucy,
with no intent to be rude. They are the very persons who would pretend
friendship with a poor girl if they thought she would be useful to
them. There are girls who would feel highly flattered to be taken up by
them. I can't pass opinion upon this secretary until I have seen her.
Perhaps not until I have seen her a number of times.
Luciferous Warniferous, the world's great private investigator.
Despite the seriousness of the occasion, Muriel could not refrain from
venturing this pleasantry.
You needn't make fun of me. Lucy laughed with the others. It
won't do any harm, at least, to view her from afar.
I thank you all for your interest in me and for your promise. Miss
Remson surveyed the group of youthful sympathizers through a slight
mist. Don't keep this in mind, girls, she counseled. It is better
forgotten. I shall try to get along with this disagreeable flock of
students with the least possible friction. If they take advantage of
this victory, which they have gained unfairly, and attempt to override
my authority at the Hall, I shall resign at once.
CHAPTER VI. THE GENUS FRESHMAN.
Leaving the manager's office, soon afterward, the nine girls would
have liked nothing better than to repair to one of their rooms and
discuss the subject of Miss Remson's grievances at length. All had the
liveliest sympathy for the kindly official and longed to do something
to prove it. Unfortunately, nearly all of them had work to do or
engagements to keep. The Sanford contingent had their trunks to unpack
as soon as they should arrive. They hoped that would be very soon.
Katherine had made an engagement with Lillian Wenderblatt to go for a
long walk. Leila and Vera were going to drive to the town of Hamilton
to buy the where-withal for a spread to be given that evening in honor
of Nella and Selma, who were expected on the five o'clock train. Helen
being the only one with time on her hands, Leila advised her to join
them on their quest for the most toothsome eats.
Contrary to Jerry's wet-blanket and extravagant prediction that the
trunks would probably be delivered around midnight, they arrived
shortly before eleven o'clock, and an industrious season of unpacking
set in. Determined to finish arranging their effects before four
o'clock, they labored at the task with commendable energy and speed,
stopping only for luncheon, which was eaten in some haste.
We certainly have hustled, Jerry congratulated, as she lifted the
last remaining articles from the bottom of one of her two trunks and
found place for them in her chiffonier. I'm glad the job is done. We
shall have lots of time to take it easy. Here it is, only Wednesday.
College doesn't open officially until next Tuesday. We have nearly a
week to ourselves.
We'll begin today to look after the freshies, planned Marjorie.
Then we must meet one train a day, if not two, until we are not needed
any longer. I shall stick rigidly to that work on account of the
welcome we were cheated of last September.
What are you going to wear to the train this afternoon? Jerry
inquired, critically inspecting two or three frocks she had laid out on
her couch bed. She was uncertain which one to wear.
That one. Marjorie nodded toward a chair over which hung a
one-piece frock of fine white linen. I think white looks nicest when
one is going to the station. I love to wear my white dresses as late in
the fall as I can.
Then I'll wear white, too. Jerry immediately selected a pretty
lingerie gown and sighed relief to have that matter off her mind. I am
going the rounds and tell the gang to wear white, by order of the Board
of Suitable Suits for Auspicious Occasions. Back in a minute.
Glancing at the clock, which showed ten minutes past four, Marjorie
hurriedly slipped out of the pink gingham dress she had been wearing
and took the white linen frock from the chair. She had been making
leisurely preparations for the trip to the station while Jerry finished
I can plainly see my finish. Jerry presently entered the room with
a bounce, seized a towel from the washstand and bounced out again. She
returned as breezily within a few minutes and continued her toilet at
the same rate of speed. Leila had said: Not one minute later than
four-thirty, and Jerry did not propose to be left behind.
Are the rest of the crowd going to wear white? Marjorie asked,
giving her wealth of curly hair a final touch before the mirror.
Yes; but it's just a happen-so. Most of them were dressed for the
auspicious occasion when I arrived on the scene. Their suits were
suitable, so I beat it back here in a hurry. Please tie my sash for me,
Marjorie, while I labor some more with my aggravating hair. I swear I
will have it cropped like Robin Page's.
She'll have hers done up when she comes back, commented Marjorie,
deftly complying with Jerry's request. It was almost long enough to do
up last June and she was proud of it.
I hope Robin comes in on the five o'clock train. I'd like to see
her. Next to Helen, I like her best of the Hamiltonites.
The entrance of Ronny, also in white linen, with the information
that Muriel and Lucy had gone on down stairs to the veranda, cut short
Jerry's remarks. The three girls reached the veranda at precisely
four-thirty, to find Leila's and Vera's cars on the drive in readiness
Through the glory of late afternoon sunlight the two cars, each with
its winsome freight of white-gowned girls, sped down the smooth pike
past beautiful Hamilton Estates and on toward the station. Happy in the
fact that she was now so perfectly at home at Hamilton, Marjorie smiled
as she compared last year with the present. Yes; it was good to be a
sophomore. Her new estate stretched invitingly before her. It was all
so very different from the previous September. The splendor of the
sunlit sky and the warm fragrance of the light breeze seemed indicative
of pleasant days to come. Because she had missed a welcome on her
arrival at Hamilton, she was ready to welcome doubly some other
freshman stranger within Hamilton's gates.
Train 16, late, 40 minutes, was the dampening information which
stared them in the face from the station bulletin board.
Forty minutes! Who cares to eat ice cream? Back into the buzz
wagons, all of you. I like the taste of ice cream in my mouth better
than the feel of those station boards under my feet for a long stretch
of forty minutes. We can go to the Ivy, that little white shop on
Linden Avenue. It is only two blocks from the station. We shall have
time and to spare.
Leila called the latter part of her remarks over her shoulder.
Immediately she had read the notice she turned and started for the
station yard. Her companions followed her with alacrity. They were no
more in favor than she of a tedious wait on the platform for a belated
One of us had better call time, wisely suggested Helen, as they
flocked into the pretty white and green tea room. Otherwise we are
likely to overstay our limit. We must be out of here ten minutes before
the train is due. You had better, Luciferous. You are infallible.
Much obliged. A faint pink crept into Lucy's fair pale skin. Lucy
was secretly proud of her own reliability. Turning her pretty gold
wrist watch on her wrist so that she could see the face of it, she
watched it with an eager eye from then on. The watch had been a gift to
her from Ronny the previous Christmas, and was her most valued
Fortune favored them with prompt service on the part of a waitress.
They had only comfortably finished their ice cream, however, when Lucy
announced that it was time to go. Returning to the station platform,
they found only a sprinkling of students awaiting the coming train.
What has become of Ethel Laird, I wonder? asked Jerry. I hope she
hasn't forgotten she is on this welcoming committee. Suppose about
twenty or thirty freshmen stepped off the five o'clock train. It would
keep Marjorie and me busy chasing up and down this old board walk
handing out welcomes.
Now where do you suppose we would be during that time? demanded
Oh, you would be a help, undoubtedly, conceded Jerry, with a
boyish grin. I forgot about you folks. I was merely thinking of us
from our committee standpoint. We'll have to guess whether these
arrivals are freshies or not. I don't know all the Hamilton students
and where they belong. It will be about my speed to walk up to some
timid-looking damsel and gallantly offer my assistance only to find out
she is a proud and lofty senior.
There are few faces at Hamilton which I don't know, Leila assured.
Behave well and stick to me and I'll promise you will not do anything
foolish. I can pick a freshie from afar off.
Miss Remson told me yesterday that she understood there were one
hundred and ten freshmen applications this year, said Katherine. We
are to have three freshies at Wayland Hall.
One hundred and ten democrats would help our cause along, remarked
Lucy. Only we need not expect any such miracle.
With the start we now have, if even half of the freshmen were for
college equality, it would be a hard blow to the Sans. I wish it might
be like that. Vera clasped her bits of hands, an unconsciously pretty
fashion of hers when she earnestly desired something to come to pass.
The Sans will fight for every inch of the ground this year. See if
they don't, Katherine Langly spoke with half bitter conviction. Do
you think for an instant that they will sit still and see democracy
win? Leslie Cairns loves power. Joan Myers is determined to have her
own way. Natalie Weymain is vain. Dulcie Vale is vindictive. Evangeline
Heppler and Adelaide Forman are thoroughly disagreeable. Margaret Wayne
is malicious and scandalously untruthful. There! That is my candid
opinion of those seven students. I have always longed to express it.
I see you have found your tongue. I congratulate you. Leila beamed
approval of such refreshing frankness on the part of quiet little
We had better enter a conspiracy to spend our spare time rushing
freshies, proposed Helen. When they are with us they will be out of
First catch your hare, advised Muriel. Maybe the freshies would
not take kindly to the continuous round of pleasure we arranged for
them. I don't believe there is any one infallible method of winning
Oh, I wasn't serious, Helen said, with her roguish, indolent
smile. While I don't object to helping the great cause along, I am not
yearning to become a polite entertainer. I'd probably be a most
impolite one before the end of a week, if I had to rush freshies as a
steady task. I am afraid few of them would turn out to be as amiable,
beautiful, jolly, delightful, agreeable and companionable as good old
An awful waste of adjectives, was Jerry's terse reception of this
extravagant tribute to herself. Here comes the train. Despite her
lack of sentiment, she flashed Helen a smile of comradeship.
The belated express thundered into the station with a force which
shook the platform. Instinctively the scattered groups of persons on
the platform drew back a trifle as the first three coaches shot past.
It was a long train and it did not take more than a second glance down
its length to note that the last coach was quite different from the
Private car! Leila's low exclamation held more than surprise. It
was sarcastically significant. Behold the Philistines are upon us,
she continued in pretended consternation.
We needn't mind a little thing like that, Jerry assured with a
genial smile. They won't be met and fussed over by us. I wonder where
the mob is who ought to be at the station to greet these celebrated
They certainly chose a poor day for a triumphal return. Muriel
indulged in a soft chuckle at the Sans' expense. She broke off in the
middle of it with a jubilant cry of, Girls; there's Hortense just
getting off the train three coaches up the platform!
Hooray! Nella and Selma are with her! This from Leila, whose eyes
had picked up dignified Hortense Barlow descending the car steps
immediately. Muriel had cried out. Following her were the two juniors
of whom Leila and Vera were so fond.
The unwelcome Sans entirely forgotten, Leila, Muriel and Vera headed
an orderly rush up the platform. All of the station party were anxious
to give the three juniors a hearty reception. Marjorie and Ronny
happened to be the last of the little procession. The former bore in
mind her chief object in coming-to the station and kept a sharp lookout
Just as they reached the edge of the group which had closed in about
the three arrivals, Marjorie's searching eyes spied a small,
flaxen-haired young woman with wide-opened blue eyes and a babyish
expression, coming toward her. The latter was burdened with a heavy
seal traveling case and a bag of golf sticks. She had evidently emerged
from the coach behind the one from which Nella and her two companions
had come. As she advanced, she gazed about her with a slightly
Pardon me. Marjorie had stepped instantly to her side. Are you a
freshman? I am Marjorie Dean, of the sophomore class, and hope I can be
of service to you. I am one of a sophomore committee to welcome
Oh, thank you. Delighted, I'm sure, to know you, Miss Dean. The
newcomer's conventionally courteous tone conveyed no particular
enthusiasm. Yes; I am a freshman. At least, I hope so. I have one
exam. to try. I flunked in geometry at the prep school I attended last
year. Had a tutor all summer. Guess I'll scrape through this time.
I hope you will, Marjorie made sincere return. She half offered a
hand to the other girl. The latter did not appear to see it. She clung
tightly to her bag of golf sticks and traveling case. Far from paying
undivided attention to Marjorie, her wide blue eyes roved over the
platform, the light of curiosity strong within them.
Hamilton must be a slow old college if it can't show more of a
station mob than this, she remarked, almost disdainfully. I mean it
must be rather wellhumdrum. I was at Welden Prep last year. It is a
mighty lively school. It takes the Welden girls to properly mob the
station. Oh, we were a gay crowd, I can tell you! Awfully select, you
know, but really full of life.
You will find Hamilton lively enough, I believe. It is early yet. A
few of us are back earlier than usual. Not more than a fifth of the
students have returned yet. Marjorie's tone was kindly. She made a
patient effort to keep reserve out of it. Her first impression of the
dissatisfied freshman was not pleasing.
Oh, I see, I am glad there is hope. The girl gave a vacant little
laugh. I do so hate anything slow or poky or stupid. I had supposed
Hamilton to be very smart and exclusive, or I wouldn't have chosen to
It is a very fine college. There is no better faculty in the
country, and the college itself is ideally located. You cannot help but
love the campus. At which house are you to live? Marjorie chose not to
discuss Hamilton from the freshman's point of view.
Alston Terrace. Is it an interesting house to live in? Where do you
live? Are the garage accommodations good? I shall have my own car here;
perhaps two. How far is it from the station to the campus?
The stranger hurled these questions at Marjorie all in a breath. The
latter's inclination toward secret vexation increased rather than
diminished. Her freshman find was showing somewhat Sans-like
All the campus houses are interesting. I live at Wayland Hall.
There are several garages in the vicinity of the college. It is about
two miles from the station to Hamilton. If you will come with me, I
will introduce you to some of my friends. A number of us came to the
station together; some of us to meet friends expected on this train.
Miss Macy, my room-mate, and myself are on the committee. Let me help
you with your luggage.
Marjorie deftly possessed herself of the bag of golf sticks which
the freshman now surrendered willingly, and led the way to the part of
the platform where her companions had gathered around the three
Here she is! exclaimed Vera, as she approached. Aha! Now I know
why you left us all of a sudden! She smiled winningly at Marjorie's
companion, who allowed the barest flicker of a smile to touch her
slightly pouting lips.
Girls, I would like you to meet Miss Marjorie stopped, her
color rising. The stranger had not volunteered her name at the time
when Marjorie had introduced herself. She turned to the freshman with
an apologetic smile. Will you tell me your name? she asked
Oh, certainly. My name is Elizabeth Walbert. As she spoke her
restless eyes began an appraisement of the group of girls whom Marjorie
Miss Walbert, this is Miss Mason, Miss Lynne, Miss Harper
Marjorie presented her friends in turn to the newcomer, then said:
Please make Miss Walbert feel at home among us, while I greet our
Oh, we knew you wouldn't forget your little friends, laughed
Selma, particularly the Swedish dwarf. Selma, who stood five feet
nine, had bestowed this name upon herself, she being the tallest of the
four girls who had chummed together since their enrollment at Hamilton.
Having warmly welcomed the trio, Marjorie realized Jerry was
missing. She glanced quickly up and down the platform in search of her.
She finally spied her coming down the platform with a plainly-dressed
girl whose pale face, under a brown sailor hat, bore the unmistakable
stamp of the student. In one hand she carried a small black utility bag
of very shiny material. The other hand grasped the handle of a large
straw suitcase. Jerry carried the mate to it. Her plump face registered
nothing but polite attention to what her companion was saying. She was
marching her freshman along, however, at a fair rate of speed. Not so
far to their rear the Sans had detrained. Their high-pitched talk and
laughter could be heard the length of the platform, as they gathered up
their luggage and prepared to march on Hamilton. Jerry proposed to be
safely in the bosom of her friends with her find before that march
Come along, children. Let's be going. The choo-choo cars are
getting ready to choo-choo right along to the next station. Look as I
may, I see no more arriving freshiesexcept the one Jeremiah is now
towing toward us. Leila added this as she saw Jerry. We'll delay our
going in honor of the freshie.
Next instant Jerry had joined them and was introducing Miss Towne,
of Omaha, Nebraska, as the stranger had shyly declared herself. Amidst
the crowd of dainty, white-gowned girls, she looked not unlike a dingy
little brown wren. Miss Walbert eyed her with growing disapproval and
gave her a perfunctory nod of the head. Immediately she turned her
attention to the on-coming Sans whom she had already noticed. Her face
brightened visibly as she watched them. While she had reluctantly
decided that her new acquaintances were as well dressed as she, and
carried themselves as though of social importance, their kindly
reception of a girl who was clearly a dig and a nobody displeased her.
The very manner in which the other group of girls were advancing made
strong appeal to her. They were more the type she had known at Welden.
Marjorie felt an imperative tug at her arm. Who are those girls?
They came from that private car. They are so much like my dear pals at
Welden. Elizabeth Walbert's babyish features were alive with
They are juniors. I have met a few of them. I can't really say that
I have an acquaintance with any of them. Marjorie could think of
nothing else to say of the Sans. She did not care to go into detail
We go down those steps over there to reach the yard where two of my
friends have parked their cars, she continued, with intended change of
subject. Her companions were already moving toward the flight of stone
steps. Miss Walbert still stood watching the approaching company of
Pardon me. What did you say? The absorbed freshman spoke without
looking at Marjorie. I think I have met one or two of those girls.
Summer before last, at Newport, I met a Miss Myers and a Miss Stephens.
We had quite a lot of fun together one afternoon at a tennis
tournament. Yes, I am sure those are the same girls. I met them
afterward at a dinner dance.
By this time the party had come within a few feet of where Marjorie
and her annoying freshman find were standing. Marjorie felt the warm
color flood her cheeks as a battery of unfriendly eyes was turned upon
her. Her chums had already disappeared down the stairway, unaware that
she had been left behind. She could hardly have conceived of a more
disagreeable situation. Miss Walbert, however, was quite in her
element. She had done precisely what she had intended to do.
Excuse me, I must really speak to my friends. I'll probably go on
to the college with them. Thank you so much.
With this Miss Walbert stepped hurriedly forward and addressed Joan
Myers. How do you do? You are Miss Myers whom I met at the Newport
tennis tournament, I believe. So surprised to see you here and so
Joan Myers stared hard at the speaker before replying. She
recognized her as the girl she had met at Newport on the occasion
mentioned. She also recalled the second meeting at the dance and acted
How are you? she returned affably, extending her hand. Of course
I remember you. Strange I can't recall your name. I met you at the
Newport tournament and afterward at Mrs. Barry Symonds' dance. Are you
going to enter Hamilton? So pleased, I am sure. Won't you join our
party? You seem to beerwell out of your proper element. Joan added
this with insulting intent.
Marjorie had stepped back as Miss Walbert had stepped forward. Her
first impulse, in consideration of the cavalier dismissal she had
received, had been to turn and walk away. Courtesy prompted her to wait
a moment, thus making sure the freshman was accepted as an acquaintance
by Joan Myers and Harriet Stephens. She had barely turned away as she
heard Joan Myers say, Won't you join our party? She could, therefore,
hardly help hearing the remark which followed.
She went without attempting even a farewell nod. She was not hurt
over the ill-bred manner in which she had been treated. She was
disgusted with the other girl's utter shallowness. She was also visited
by a sense of dull disappointment. Hurrying to overtake her own party,
she discovered she was still carrying the freshman's golf bag. In the
annoyance of the moment she had forgotten all about it. Bravely she
decided to return it at once and have it off her hands immediately. She
was half way down the steps when she made this resolve. She quickly
remounted the stairs. From the top step she could see the Sans,
standing where she had left them. Four or five juniors whom she had
seen on the platform before the train came in, were with them now.
Is this the way to the station yard? inquired a soft little voice
at her elbow. Can I get a taxi there that will take me to Hamilton
Marjorie turned quickly to meet the questioning gaze of two velvety
black eyes. The owner of the soft voice and black eyes was a girl no
taller than Vera. She had a small, straight nose and a red bud of a
mouth. Her hair, under the gray sports hat which matched her suit, was
a blue black, so soft as to be almost feathery. As she surveyed the
pretty stranger, Marjorie's recent pang of disappointment left her.
Here, at least, was a freshman more after her own heart.
CHAPTER VII. THE SANS' NEW RECRUIT.
If you will wait just a moment or two I will show you the way to
the station yard. I am Marjorie Dean, of the sophomore class. I am down
here today purposely to help incoming freshmen. I had one in tow a few
minutes ago, but she met some acquaintances of hers and joined them. I
carried off her golf bag and must return it. She is over there.
Marjorie nodded toward the group. Pardon me. I'll return instantly.
Thank you, ever so much. I shall be glad to wait for you, sweetly
responded the newcomer. I am Barbara Severn, of Baltimore.
Marjorie stopped to acknowledge the introduction, then onerous as
was the task, she went staunchly to it. Luckily for her, Miss Walbert
stood at the edge of the group, momentarily neglected by her chosen
acquaintances. They were busily engaged with their junior classmates.
Here is your golf bag, Miss Walbert. I forgot to give it to you
when I left you. Her tone evenly impersonal, it carried a note of
reserve which the other caught.
Oh, thank you. Ithat isI forgot about it, too. She attempted a
smile as she reached out to take it from Marjorie's hands.
You are welcome. A slight inclination of the head and Marjorie was
Elizabeth Walbert watched the graceful figure in white across the
platform. Certainly this Dean girl was awfully good style, she
What did mamma's precious pet want with you? For the first time,
since acknowledging an introduction to Elizabeth, Leslie Cairns had
condescended to address her.
Nothing, except to return this. She carried it and forgot to give
it to me when I shook her. I am glad she didn't wait and bring it over
to Alston Terrace. I don't care much for that type of girl. She's
priggish and goody-goody, isn't she? Miss Walbert promptly took her
cue from Leslie.
While the babyish-looking freshman regarded Leslie with a perfectly
innocent expression, there was lurking malice in her wide blue eyes.
She had not liked the dignity Marjorie had shown when returning her
property. It rankled in her petty soul. With the gratitude of the
proverbial serpent, she was quite ready to sting the hand which had
I'll say she is, returned Leslie. I can't endure the sight of her
and she knows it. You noticed she did not stay long. Lucky you knew
Joan and Harriet. I'd be sorry for you if you had been roped in by that
crowd of muffs. She laughed disagreeably.
It would take more than that crowd of muffs, as you call them, to
rope me in, boasted the other girl. I saw at once they were not the
kind that make good pals. Not enough to them, you know. Besides, I
prefer not to be too friendly with a stranger until I know her social
Leslie Cairns regarded her meditatively, then held out her hand.
Shake hands on that, she invited. You seem to have some sense. I
hope you will stick to what you have said. If you do, you may count
yourself a friend of mine. You will find, after you have been at
Hamilton a while, that my friendship amounts to a good deal.
Oh, I am sure of that, emphasized the freshman. She was not
sure at all. What she had shrewdly taken stock of was the cut and
material of the English tweed sports suit Leslie was wearing. It was a
marvel of expense. It was conspicuous, even among the smart traveling
suits of her companions. So were her sports hat and English ties.
Leslie's assured manner also impressed her. She decided that this
exceedingly ugly but very swagger girl must be a person of importance
Unmistakable gratification looked out from Leslie Cairns'
roughly-chiseled features at the freshman's flattering response. Like
the majority of the unworthy, she craved flattery. Since she had been
denied physical beauty, she built her hopes on attracting admiration by
her daring personality. During her freshman year at Hamilton she had
acquired a certain kind of popularity by her high-handed methods.
Possessed of an immense fortune, and in her own right, she had acquired
tremendous power over her particular clique by reason of her money.
Leslie never went broke. The majority of the Sans received liberal
allowances from home and spent them even more liberally. Leslie was a
good port in time of stormwhen she chose to be. Once under obligation
to her, she was quite likely, if crossed, to let her debtor feel the
weight of her displeasure.
Did that Miss Dean have anything to say about us? Leslie casually
inquired. Finding herself admired, she preferred to cultivate her new
acquaintance rather than devote her attention to those of her class who
had come down to the train.
She saidlet me see. Miss Walbert knitted her light eyebrows in
an elaborate effort at recollection. She said she had never met any of
you girls and she didn't care for an acquaintance with you. I had asked
who you were because I wanted so much to know you. I recognized you
girls at once as my kind. Just to see your dandy crowd coming along
made me homesick for dear old Welden. I palled with a crowd like that
Our little angel, Miss Bean,I always call her Bean instead of
Dean,doesn't care what she does with the truth, sneered Leslie.
Last fall we came down to the train to meet her crowd. We knew they
were greenies from a little one-horse town called Sanford. They were to
be at the same campus house as we. A few of us thought we would try to
help them. We took my friend, Miss Weyman's, car and went to the
station. Missed 'em by about two minutes. They hired a taxi. We felt
mortified and went around to this Miss Dean's room to apologize. We
were almost frost-bitten. They were so rude I felt ashamed for them.
Afterward they started a lot of lies about us that made trouble for us
at the Hall.
My goodness! fluttered Miss Walbert. I had a narrow escape,
didn't I? I will take pains to steer clear of that whole crowd. I don't
know whether I would recognize most of them if I happened to meet them
on the campus. I would certainly know Miss Dean.
Where are you going to live? Leslie dropped back into her usual
Alston Terrace. I have an exam. in math. to try. I'm pretty sure of
staying, though. Is Alston Terrace as nice as the house where you are?
What did you say the name of your house was? Could I change and get in
there? There was suppressed eagerness in the last question.
You could not. Leslie regarded the questioner with a superior
smile. I live at Wayland Hall. Our crowd live there, too. It's the
best house on the campus, and hard to get into. It has two drawbacks;
an idiot of a manager, and dear Miss Bean and her crowd. We have made
complaint against the manager and she may have to go. She's a hateful
old fossil and shows partiality. We can't do much about this crowd of
which I've been telling you, unless they do something very malicious
against us. Just let them start anything, though Her small black
eyes narrowed unpleasantly.
At this juncture Natalie Weyman appealed to her to corroborate a
statement she had just made to one of the juniors who had come down to
the train to meet the Sans. Natalie had not been too busy with her
friends to note that Leslie had condescended to show interest in the
freshman. She, therefore, decided to break up the conversation going on
between them. It was bad enough to have Lola Elster to contend with.
She did not propose to allow this forward little snip, as she mentally
characterized Miss Walbert, any leeway toward Leslie's favor which she
She doesn't like me and I don't like her, was the freshman's
conclusion. When speaking to Leslie, Natalie had regarded her out of
two very cold gray-blue eyes. The polite smile which had touched her
lips was suggestive of frost.
It was the last thing needed to fire Elizabeth Walbert's ambition
toward an intimate friendship with Leslie Cairns. She resolved that she
would not only be chums with Leslie. Sooner or later she would take up
her residence at Wayland Hall. She had always been clever at obtaining
whatever she desired. To attain a residence at the Hall might not be so
very difficult. At least it was worth the effort. She did not care who
might be shoved out in order to make room for her.
Meanwhile Marjorie had safely conducted her second venture in
freshmen to the spot where a knot of girls stood patiently awaiting her
tardy appearance. Helen alone was missing, having gone into the town on
Where were you? We thought you were right behind us. What has
become of your blonde freshie? We knew something had happened, was the
reception which greeted her and her charge.
Do blondes change to brunettes in the twinkling of an eye? laughed
Leila, her blue eyes resting very kindly on Marjorie's pretty
They do not. Miss Walbert deserted me. She knew Miss Myers and Miss
Stephens. She went with them. Marjorie made the explanation in a calm,
level voice which did not invite present questioning.
Then we can't count her in with this select aggregation, Vera said
dryly. Helen's gone, too, but her going was legitimate.
Ah, well. We have gained one and lost one. Let us run off with our
gain before someone happens along and coaxes her away from us. Might we
not know her by name? Leila turned to Marjorie with a wide
ingratiating smile. The stranger was already regarding Leila with open
You shall know her by name at once. You don't have to remind me to
introduce her, retorted Marjorie. I'll present you to her first of
all. Miss Impatience, I mean Miss Harper, this is Miss Severn, of
Baltimore. Marjorie again went through the ceremony of introduction,
this time with smiles and whole-heartedness.
We are thirteen in number, but who cares? Leila announced. Seven
to one and six to the other car, Midget. As we aren't in the jitney
business we won't come to blows over the one extra fare.
While they were disposing themselves in the two automobiles for the
ride to Hamilton College, the sound of high-pitched voices announced
the arrival on the scene of the Sans. Three of the juniors who had
elected to meet them had driven their own cars to the station. Thus the
illustrious Sans did not have to depend on the station's taxicabs.
While Leila would have liked to drive off in a hurry rather than
encounter at such close range the girls she so heartily despised, she
moved, instead, with the utmost deliberation. She was just climbing
into the driver's seat when the small but noisy procession of young
women came opposite to her car. Vera sat ready to start, her slender
hands resting idly on the wheel as she waited for Leila's signal. The
occupants of both cars, save for the freshman from Baltimore, were
making a commendable effort to appear impersonal. Miss Severn, of
Baltimore, was innocently interested in the newcomers from the fact
that they were also students of Hamilton College.
Aside from considerable laughter, which sounded too pointed to be
impersonal, the party of arriving juniors strolled past. Among the last
came Leslie Cairns. She had insisted on walking with Elizabeth Walbert,
greatly to Natalie's vexation. As she lounged past Leila's car she cast
an insolent glance at the Irish girl. Leila returned it with an
expression so inscrutably Celtic that Leslie hastily removed her gaze
to Jerry, who sat beside Leila. She glared an intensity of ill-feeling
at Jerry, which the latter longed to return, but did nothing worse than
Leila drove her car almost savagely around the station yard and out
into the wide avenue. Sight of the Sans, particularly Leslie Cairns,
had put her momentarily in a bad humor. Her virile Irish temperament
forbade her to do other than love or hate with all her strength of
being. She hated Leslie as energetically as she adored Marjorie.
That Miss Walbert makes me sick, was Jerry's incensed comment as
they bowled smoothly along the avenue. I'd like to know just what
happened to Marjorie. Of course she will tell us later. The idea of
that little shrimp marching past us as though we were a collection of
sign posts, particularly after we had treated her so decently. It's a
good thing she showed her mettle from the start. Did you notice the way
she snubbed my freshman?
I did. How, may I ask, do you happen to be out here with me instead
of sitting faithfully in the tonneau beside your find? quizzed Leila.
Oh, Katherine and Lucy took her away from me. I guess I scared her.
She is in Vera's car with them. If you don't enjoy my society, stop the
buzz buggy and I will get out and walk. I may lose a pound or two, even
if my feelings are hurt.
It is here you'll stay. Tongue cannot tell how much I enjoy your
society, Leila extravagantly assured. I see you are liking the Sans a
little less than ever. I am of the same mind. Did you see Leslie Cairns
look at us; first at me, then you? I did not expect them back so soon.
For all their private car they met with a tiny reception. Four or five
juniors; that is quite different from two years ago.
Maybe they've come back early to be on the scene and get a stand-in
with the freshies, cannily suggested Jerry. Wouldn't it be funny to
see us and the Sans down at the station every day, grabbing the
freshies as they came off the train, like a couple of jitney drivers?
Leila laughed. They will never go that far. That would take some
kindness of heart and consideration. If they rushed the incoming
freshies just to spite us, they would soon sicken of their project.
They are like the bandarlog in Kipling's Jungle books, they gather
leaves only to throw them into the air.
Some of them will take a trip up into the air this year if they
don't mind their own affairs, threatened Jerry. The freshman crop was
small today. We garnered two and the Sans one. I suppose there were
some others who were met by students besides ourselves. Marjorie thinks
we ought to meet two trains a day, at least. The rest of our committee
ought to be here. We could divide up the trains among us. You and Vera
are really doing the work of the absent members.
Say nothing about it. There is little to do this week. Vera and I
were talking last night. We should have done this last year. We did
not. Leila shrugged disapproval of her own former lack of interest in
the welfare of other students.
Leila, Marjorie leaned forward and called out, Miss Severn is
going to Acasia House. Do you know where Miss Towne is to go?
Somewhere off the campus, returned Leila. Vera has her and her
address. We are to take her to her boarding place first.
Miss Towne's boarding house turned out to be a modest two-story
brick house about half a mile off the campus. It was one of a scattered
row, there being only a few houses in the immediate vicinity of the
college. Muriel and Katherine helped her to the door with her luggage.
Her friendly escort called her a cordial good-bye from the automobiles,
after promising to look her up as soon as she should be fairly settled.
She went to her new quarters in a daze of sheer happiness, feeling much
as Cinderella must have when she unexpectedly found a fairy God-mother.
Acasia House being Miss Severn's destination, the two cars wound
their way in and out of the beautiful campus driveway. At the center
drive they separated, Vera taking her car straight to Wayland Hall on
account of Selma, Nella and Hortense. Muriel went with them, declining
to be parted from her recently regained room-mate.
Leila drove slowly toward Acasia House, endeavoring to give their
freshman charge full opportunity to see the campus in its early autumn
glory. Brimming with eager enthusiasm, Marjorie pointed out the various
halls, the library, the chapel and the campus houses. She was pleased
to find her freshman no less enthusiastic than herself over the campus
itself. Marjorie took that as another good sign. No one who was really
sincere at heart could fail to be impressed by the campus.
CHAPTER VIII. HER FATHER'S METHODS.
There is just one thing about it. We have got to get busy.
Leslie Cairns made this announcement with special emphasis on the word
got. Her face wore an expression of sullen determination. Those
Sanford goody-goodies are out to do us.
Out to do us? repeated Natalie Weyman, with questioning
inflection. What do you mean, Les? I failed to see any particular
triumph on their part this afternoon. They merely marched off with a
seedy-looking freshie or two. No one we wanted. Natalie shrugged her
disdain of the Lookouts' capture. Too bad that simple-acting Walbert
creature didn't stay with dear Miss Bean. We could live without her. I
have no use for that girl.
Leslie's eyes narrowed. She banged her dessert spoon on the table
with a vicious clang and thrust her chin forward.
Probably you haven't, Miss Jealousy, she sneered. I fail
to see anything simple about Miss Walbert. She has three times as much
sense as certain persons I could name.
Meaning me, I suppose. Natalie's tone was equally sneering. She
was white with anger, principally at having been called Miss
Jealousy. Leslie had often privately accused her of being
jealous-hearted. This was the first time she had ever taunted her so
openly of it.
Won't you two please stop scrapping? begged Margaret Wayne
in a tired voice. I thought we came to the Colonial for a pleasant
evening. It has been anything but that, with you two snarling back and
forth at each other like a couple of tigers at the Zoo.
Much obliged for the compliment, flung back Natalie in
Oh, you are entirely welcome. Margaret laid provoking stress on
Looks as if the scrap might be trusted to you, Wayne. You certainly
can hold up your end of it. Leslie called her friends by their last
names merely to be insolent. Anyone can fuss with Nat, you know. She
has the sweet disposition of a very sour pickle most of the time.
Since that is your opinion of me, I am surprised you ever cared to
be friends with me at all. Very near to tears, Natalie managed to
preserve an offended dignity which had more effect upon Leslie than any
sarcastic retort might have had. Nor was Natalie unaware of this.
Momentarily angered, she had made a strenuous effort to choke back the
biting words just behind her lips. She always remembered one cold fact
in time. It never paid in the long run to quarrel with Leslie.
Oh, you are not so bad when one has grown used to you, Leslie
patronizingly conceded. Excuse me for losing my temper and telling you
the plain truth about yourself.
Natalie's color rose. She hated Leslie's patronizing insolence more
than she hated her open vituperation. She would have liked to say that
she was amazed to learn that Leslie ever told the plain truth about
anything. Prudence warned her to let the quarrel drop.
I accept your apology, Leslie, she said with great sweetness,
entirely ignoring the sting of Leslie's remarks.
What? Leslie stared. A faint snicker arose from two or three of
the other girls. You seem to have recovered your wits again, Nat, she
said with elaborate carelessness. We are quits, I guess, for the
Thank goodness! This from Joan Myers. Now that peace has been
restored, perhaps you will condescend to tell us what you started out
to say, Leslie.
De-lighted. Leslie bowed ironically. To jump into the middle of
the subject at once, I asked you seven Sans to this party tonight for a
purpose. We eight girls are the founders of the Sans. I told all the
other Sans that I wasn't going to ask them here tonight, and not to get
their backs humped about it. I promised 'em a big party at the Ivy
Saturday night. There is a private dining room there with a long table
that will seat the whole eighteen of us. I don't know whether they
liked it or not, and I don't care. It was up to us to talk things over
and let them into it afterward.
Some of the girls had other engagements anyway, put in Joan Myers.
I know Anne Dawson and Loretta Kelly were invited to a senior blow-out
at Alston Terrace.
Well, that's neither here nor there, retorted Leslie somewhat
rudely. It did not please her to learn that any of the Sans had
received more attention from the seniors than herself. Thus far she had
not been the recipient of an invitation to dine from a senior. She was
still inwardly sore at the lack of attention they had met with on their
arrival at Hamilton station.
I don't think it is a very good policy for we eight founders of the
Sans to keep to ourselves too much, deprecated Dulcie Vale, regardless
of Leslie's views on the subject. The whole eighteen of us will have
to stick together and work hard if we expect to keep the upper hand of
things here at Hamilton.
Oh, forget it, ordered Leslie brusquely. Your trouble is easy to
explain. You are sore because I didn't invite Eleanor, your pal, to
I am not, stoutly contradicted Dulcie. Nevertheless her sudden
flush belied her words.
Of course you are, went on Leslie imperturbably. Understand, I
didn't want the rest of the gang here tonight, and that's that.
What I started out to say when Nat and Joan and Margaret and you butted
in, one by one, was this: We must bestir ourselves and make a fuss over
the freshies. This year's freshman class is, I'm told, the largest
entering class for ten years. I don't feel like bothering myself with
the diggy, priggy element of freshies, but even they will have to be
considered. I'd do anything to spite that Sanford crowd and upset the
progress they have made against us.
What progress have they made, I'd like to know? demanded Harriet
Stephens scornfully. If you mean the way they got back at us for
ragging Miss Dean, I think that was simply disgraceful in them
to call a meeting as they did and blacken our standing at Wayland Hall.
It is a wonder we managed to keep our rooms at the Hall after all the
row they made about a little bit of ragging.
We kept them, just the same, and you may thank Joan and I for it,
significantly reminded Leslie. I know old Remson is so sore at us she
could snap our heads off. The funny part of it is, she will never know
how cleverly we blocked her little game. That reminds me. I don't want
the rest of the Sans to know the way we worked that scheme. Eight of us
in the secret is enough. Remember, if it ever got out we would be all
through at Hamilton College.
Do you believe we would be expelled, Les? asked Dulcie Vale,
I don't believe it. I know we would. Nothing could save us.
Never mind being scared, though. No one will ever know the rights of
our plot unless some one of you girls here is silly enough to tell it.
That's why I am cautioning you to be careful.
Leslie is precisely right about that, Natalie Weyman hastened to
agree. We shall have to be very careful what we do this year. I think
that a little missionary work among the freshies would be a good thing
for all of us. Later on we can drop them if they grow to be too much of
They will take care of themselves as they get used to college,
predicted Leslie. If some of 'em turn out to be really smart, like
Lola Elster, for instance, then we needn't be slow about running with
them. You think, Nat, that I have a crush on that Miss Walbert.
Leslie turned directly to Natalie. I have not. She is just the person
I need, though, to carry out a plan of mine. Joan and Harriet both say
that the Walberts have millions. They have a wonderful place at
Newport. So Mrs. Barry Symonds told Joan. What did you say the
Walbert's place was called, Joan?
Evermonde, furnished Joan promptly. I was sorry I didn't go and
call on the kid, particularly after I found out who she was. I only met
her twice at the tag end of the season.
What I want her for, continued Leslie with slow emphasis, is the
Some modest little ambition, murmured Evangeline Heppler.
Um-m! Well, rather! agreed Adelaide Forman. How do you propose to
make it happen, Les?
Leave that to me. I'm not prepared to tell you yet. I only know
that it has to happen. It will give us a good hold on the freshies.
Leslie's loose-lipped mouth tightened perceptibly. We'll have to do
some clever electioneering. I expect it will cost money. I don't care
how much it costs, so long as I win my point.
You mean we must rush the freshies? interrogated Margaret Wayne.
Yes, nodded Leslie. Cart them around in our cars. Blow them off
to dinners and luncheons. Begin tomorrow to go down to the station and
grab them as they come off the train.
Deliver me from the station act. Joan Myers made a wry face.
You'll have to go to it with the rest of us, insisted Leslie with
a suggestive lowering of brows. This is really serious business, Joan.
I don't intend to sit still and see a bunch of muffs like those Sanford
girls run Hamilton College. We had things all our own way until they
came upon the scene. Nothing has been as it should be for us since
then. They have turned a lot of upper class girls against us. I don't
mean Leila Harper and her crowd. They never had any time for us. There
are a good many Silverton Hall girls of our social standing, but they
went almost solid against us in that Miss Reid affair last year. Who
was to blame for that? Those Sanford busybodies, you may be sure.
I believe it was that Miss Page who started the Silverton Hall
gang, differed Dulcie Vale, with a touch of sulkiness. She was still
peeved at Leslie and now delighted in expressing a contrary opinion.
I don't care what you believe, mimicked Leslie
disagreeably. I say it was the Sanford crowd who started the trouble.
Say it, then. Sing it if you like, retorted Dulcie. I am
privileged to my own opinion.
Keep it to yourself, then. I don't care to hear it, coolly
returned Leslie. You girls make me weary. You are all so ready to
start fussing over nothing.
You are just as ready! burst forth Dulcie, in a sudden gust of
anger. You think we all ought to do precisely as you say and never
have an opinion of our own. I fail to see why I, at least, should be
bossed by you. It isn't we girls that are at fault. It is you. I like
you, Leslie, when you don't try to run everything. When you begin
bullying, I can't endure you. Please don't attempt to bully me, for I
won't stand it.
There is one thing about it, broke in Harriet Stephens decidedly,
we shall not accomplish much if there is no unity among us. So far as
I am concerned, I would rather have Leslie take the lead. I will never
forgive the Sanford crowd for what they did to us last March. If Leslie
can find ways to get even with them, I am willing to do as she says,
simply to see those hateful girls defeated in whatever they set out to
That is the proper spirit, approved Leslie. Believe me, I know
what I am saying when I tell you that we must fight those girls and put
them in the background where they belong. The way to begin this year is
to win over the freshies. The minute it is known we are interesting
ourselves in these greenies' welfare, our popularity will take a jump
upward. Every one of you can either give me your promise tonight to
help or keep away from me the rest of the year. Think it over. Don't
promise and then go to grumbling behind my back about it. If you do,
I'll be sure to hear it.
It will be rather good fun to play angel to the freshies for a
change, said Evangeline Hepper. We might have a picnic some Saturday,
or give a hop for them. Have it understood, of course, that it was the
Sans Soucians who were to be the hostesses.
We can decide better what to do after we have met a few of the
freshmen, returned Leslie. I hope there won't be many of those
beggarly-looking girls who come into college on scholarships or scrape
their way through without a cent above their expenses. They are so
tiresome. That Miss Langly, of our class, is a glowing example of what
She is very high and mighty since the Sanford crowd took her up,
isn't she? shrugged Natalie.
She always was, for that matter, said Adelaide Forman. Those
girls have praised her and babied her until she is a good deal more
infatuated with herself than she used to be.
That is another reason I have for wanting to get back at them,
asserted Leslie. You all know the snippy way she acted when we asked
her to change rooms with Lola. Worse still, she had to go and tell her
troubles to the Sanford crowd. They started right in to tell everyone
how brilliant she was and how shabbily we had treated her. Then the
Silverton Hall girls took it up and spread the news abroad that Langly
had won a scholarship no one else had been able to win for twenty
years. That sent her stock away up and we had to stop ragging her or be
disliked. I shall not forget that little performance in a hurry.
They certainly put one over on us with that miserable old beauty
contest, too. Natalie's voice quivered with bitterness.
Leila Harper was to blame for that, Nat. She is the cleverest girl
at Hamilton. We made a serious mistake in the beginning about her. They
say her father has oodles of money. Joan looked brief regret at the
mistake the Sans had made in not cultivating Leila.
We never could have got along with her, Leslie said decidedly. I
am glad we never took her up. I detest her and Vera Mason, too, but not
half so hard as I do Miss Bean and her satellites. Leslie invariably
said Bean instead of Dean in derision of Marjorie.
She now paused, her heavy features dark with resentment. The
independence of Marjorie Dean and her friends was a thorn to her flesh.
Each time she had attempted to injure them she had been ingloriously
defeated. She was determined, this year, not only to win back and
maintain her former leadership at Hamilton College, but also to crush
the rising power of the girls she so greatly disliked.
Are you going to let the rest of the Sans in on this station
business? inquired Harriet Stephens.
Naturally; we need them to help us out. Don't get the idea I am
trying to keep the other girls out of our plans. I am not. It's like
this. The eight of us ran around together at prep school before we took
the rest of the girls into our crowd. We have always been a little more
confidential among ourselves because we are the old guard, as you might
say. Of course they know all about our troubles with Miss Bean and her
pals. They went through them with us. What we must keep to ourselves is
this Wayland Hall affair. We saved their rooms for them. They know
that. They don't need to know the exact process by which we did it, do
they? I merely told them that I thought I could get my father to fix up
matters if there was any trouble started. They let us do all the
worrying over it. I guess we have the right to keep it to ourselves.
That settles you, Dulcie. You can quit sulking because I won't allow
you to tell everything you know to Eleanor. Remember it is to your own
precious interest not to.
Leslie delivered herself of this long speech very much as her father
might have addressed himself to a group of his business lieutenants. It
was received with a certain amount of respect which was always accorded
her by her chums when she adopted her father's tone and manner. They
were all still more or less uneasy over the method which she and Joan
had employed to save them their residence at Wayland Hall.
Leslie, do you think we will ever have any trouble
aboutwellabout what you and Joan did? questioned Evangeline
Heppler rather uneasily.
Not unless you let someone outside this crowd into the secret. The
only other person who knows it would not dare tell it. She would deny
knowing a thing about it to the very end. Don't worry. That is past. It
won't come up again. We are safe enough. It is up to us now to put the
enemy on the back seats where they belong and regain the ground we lost
last year. I repeat what I said awhile ago. We have got to get
CHAPTER IX. FRESHIE FISHING.
The result of Leslie Cairns' rallying of her companions to her
standard was made manifest when a fairly lengthy procession of
automobiles, driven by Sans sped along the smooth roads to the station
on the following Friday morning.
While Leslie was not at all on good terms with Miss Humphrey, the
registrar, she had other sources of information open to her regarding
college matters which were by rights none of her affairs. It was,
therefore, easy for her to learn how many of the freshman class had
registered and govern herself accordingly. With the tactics of a
general she went the rounds of the Sans, ordering them to be on hand
all day Friday with their cars, provided these highly useful machines
in the campaign had arrived on the scene. At least half of the Sans
were already in possession of their own pet cars, these having been
driven to Hamilton by the chauffeurs of their respective families. Nine
automobiles accordingly went to swell the procession that sunny Friday
morning and the Sans were in high feather as, two to a car, they set
out on their self-imposed welcoming task.
Leslie had decreed that they were to meet every incoming train of
importance that day and spare no pains to make themselves agreeable to
the newcomers. In case the freshman yield was small, they were to use
their judgment about being friendly with returning students of the
If we can't fill our cars with freshies, you girls all know just
about who's who at Hamilton. Don't pick up a soph, junior or senior
unless you are sure that it will be to our advantage to do so. Keep an
eye out for faculty. Nothing like being on the soft side of them.
Such was Leslie's counsel to her followers who were entering the
campaign with a malicious zest infinitely gratifying to her. While the
other eight cars contained two occupants apiece, Leslie's pet roadster
held a third passenger. Leslie had elected to invite Elizabeth Walbert
to share the roadster with herself and Harriet Stephens. This was not
in the least to Natalie Weyman's liking. Her own car having arrived,
she was obliged to drive it. She had not emerged from her cloud of
resentment against the officious Miss Walbert, nor was she likely to.
Meanwhile the faithful little committee, truly devoted to freshman
welfare, was blissfully unaware that their duties were about to be
snatched from them by the predatory Sans. The absent members of the
committee having arrived, the seven girls held a meeting on Thursday
evening in Marjorie's room, dividing the trains to be met among them.
Marjorie and Jerry were to be reinforced by Leila and Vera. The others
had also certain friends among the sophs, juniors and seniors who could
be relied upon to help them.
Marjorie and Jerry having been detailed to meet the ten-twenty train
from the west each morning, Vera and Leila never failed to be on hand
with their cars by nine o'clock. This permitted of a delightful spin in
the fresh air over the many picturesque drives in the vicinity of
Hamilton College. Always punctual, Leila never failed to get them to
the station in plenty of time for the train.
Driving into the station yard on this particular Friday morning, the
sight of a line of shining automobiles caused them to blink in
The Sans! muttered Leila, giving vent to her usual whistle of
surprise. Now what are the heathen up to? Look at that line of cars!
Almost every color except violet. What do you make of that?
They must expect a delegation of their own friends, guessed
Marjorie. A lot of upper class girls are expected at Hamilton today.
Freshies, too, added Leila, as she brought her car to a stop and
prepared to alight. Miss Humphrey told me she thought a large part of
the freshman class would be in on Friday and Saturday. I was
complaining to her of how few we had landed in the past week.
By this time Jerry and Vera were both out of Vera's car and had come
quickly up to Marjorie and Leila.
Can you beat it? saluted Jerry. We think the Sans have come
freshie fishing. What do you think?
Little Miss Charitable thinks they may be down here to meet their
own friends, remarked Leila with a mischievous glance toward Marjorie.
You guileless infant! Don't you know what has happened? The Sans are
going to do just what some of us said the other night they wouldn't
take the trouble to do. They have gone into the welcoming business.
One, two, three Vera had begun to count the colorful array of
automobiles. Nine machines. She turned to Leila with a little laugh.
It shows which way the wind is blowing, doesn't it?
We are going to have some fun with them this year, predicted Leila
with a touch of grimness. They are beginning to be afraid of losing
their glory or you would never see them down here welcoming freshmen.
Let's get along and take a look at our rivals, suggested Jerry
humorously. I suppose they will all be dressed to kill. Too bad they
can't appear in full evening dress. That would be so much more
I am not going to let them bother me, announced Marjorie placidly.
The kind of girls we are specially on the lookout to help will not be
their kind. They will pick out the smartly-dressed ones and leave the
humble ones, if there are any, to us. After all, there are not very
many poor students at Hamilton. I suppose it is because of the high
tuition fees and the expensive board here.
We had better hustle along. Hear that? Jerry; raised a hand for
attention. That is the train whistling.
Without further delay the quartette hurriedly sought the stairs and
reached the platform a moment or two before the train appeared in
I shall not be sorry when our committee duties end, Marjorie said
with a faint sigh. It seems as though about all I have done since I
came back to Hamilton is to meet trains. I have a lot of things to do
for myself that I haven't had time to think about. I haven't arranged
my study programme either.
Cheer up. Tomorrow will end it, consoled Vera. There will be some
stragglers next week, of course, but today and Saturday will see the
most of the students here.
Look at the Sans. Leila arched her brows and drew down the corners
of her mouth. Hmm! Posted all along the platform with General Cairns
in the most prominent place. And do my eyes tell me lies! Isn't that
girl hanging on her arm the freshie you lost the other day, Marjorie?
Yes, it is Miss Walbert. Marjorie instantly identified the fickle
You never said a word to any of us about what happened the other
day except that she knew Miss Myers and left you, Jerry said. I meant
to ask you about her afterward and I forgot it. Was she snippy with
No-o; not exactly snippy. A faint smile rose to Marjorie's lips.
She wasn't satisfied to stay with us. The minute she caught sight of
the Sans she wanted to be with them. Then she found she knew Miss Myers
and Miss Stephens, and she simply walked off and left us.
She's a first-class snob, isn't she? persisted Jerry.
Yes, she is, Marjorie responded truthfully. Frankly I am not
sorry she left us. I seldom dislike a girl on sight, but I did not like
her. I found it hard work to be polite to her. There was something
about her that jarred on me dreadfully.
The arrival of the train cut off further conversation for the
moment. The four girls turned their attention to watching the little
stream of girls that issued from the several cars. Greatly to their
amusement the Sans behaved somewhat after the manner of taxicab drivers
eagerly soliciting fares.
We stand small chance with the freshies today, unless we can line
up beside the Sans and call out our merits, laughed Leila.
Marjorie smiled absently, only half hearing Leila's remark. Her eyes
were roving up and down the platform in an effort to pick up any girl
whom the Sans might deliberately choose to overlook. She saw no one.
The considerable number of girls who had descended the car steps were
being taken in tow by the new self-constituted reception committee. The
clanging of bells and the sharp blast of the whistle proclaimed the
train to be ready to move on. The Sans and their finds were already
turning their back upon it.
Several yards below where she was standing, Marjorie suddenly spied
a lithe, girlish figure coming down the car steps almost at a run,
burdened though she was by a traveling bag and a suitcase. At the
bottom step she lost her grip on the leather bag and it rolled onto the
platform. Instantly Marjorie hurried to her, followed by Jerry. Leila
and Vera were genially shaking hands with two seniors who were also
behind the main body of the crowd in leaving the train.
Oh! exclaimed a dismayed voice, as the traveler's feet found the
Marjorie had already recovered the leather bag. Nor was she a second
too soon. Joan Myers had lagged behind her companions to talk to a
senior who had just come off the train. She had also seen the solitary
arrival. She had not failed to note the girl's ultra smart appearance
and consequently decided to take charge of her. Utterly ignoring the
fact that Marjorie had retrieved the rolling grip, Joan grandly held
out her hand to the newcomer.
Freshman? she inquired, in sweet tones. So glad to welcome you to
Hamilton. Do let me help you. A number of my friends and myself are
making a point of welcoming freshman arrivals. Just come with me and I
will see that you are taken care of.
Forgetful for the fraction of an instant of the gracious rôle she
was essaying, Joan flashed Marjorie a contemptuous glance. It said more
plainly than words: You are not wanted here.
Well aware of it, Marjorie stood her ground. She was still in
possession of the bag. Joan's interruption had given her no time either
to greet the traveler or return her property.
Thank you. I am expecting a cousin of mine to meet me. The girl
responded courteously, but with a trace of reserve. Perhaps you know
her. She is Miss Page of Silverton Hall.
I know who she is. I believe I have met her. A dull tide of red
mounted to Joan's cheeks. So long as you are to be met by her I
won't intrude. So pleased to have met you, I'm sure. With this hasty
and insincere assurance, Joan beat a rapid retreat, leaving Marjorie,
Jerry and the freshman to their own devices.
I don't believe she can be a very intimate friend of Robin's,
calmly commented the girl, a slightly mocking light in her pretty blue
She isn't, was Jerry's blunt answer, but we are. If you are
willing to take our word for it, we shall be glad to see you to
Hamilton College. I heard yesterday that Robin was back, but we haven't
seen her yet. I am Geraldine Macy and this is my friend Marjorie Dean.
I have heard of both of you from Robin. I spent two weeks with her
at Cape May this summer. Now I know I am in the hands of friends. Tell
you the truth, I didn't like that other girl a little bit. I hadn't the
least intention of toddling along with her. I was glad I had Robin for
an excuse. I really thought she would meet me. As you haven't seen her
since you heard she was back, that means she certainly isn't around
here now. I think that tall, red-faced girl was awfully rude to thrust
herself upon me when she could plainly see that you were holding my
bag. She now addressed herself to Marjorie.
I made up my mind to hang on to the bag until I had a chance to
speak to you. Marjorie evaded passing opinion on Joan. Jerry and I
are on committee to welcome freshmen. This morning a crowd of juniors
came down to the station for that purpose. We did not have any luck
freshie-fishing. The juniors caught them all, with the exception of
I came near being carried on to the next station, laughed the
girl. I dropped my coin purse and couldn't find it. I was frantic, for
I had stuffed some bank notes into it and naturally didn't want to
leave the train without it. It had rolled under the seat just in front
of me. By the time I found it the train was ready to start and I had to
hustle. I nearly took a fall on that last step, but saved myself by
letting my bag go instead of me. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am
Phyllis Marie Moore, at your service, and when we all get past the Miss
stage you may like to call me Phil. I used to be a terrible tomboy
until I grew up. I am a rapid fire talker. I love to talk and I have
very strong likes and dislikes. Let me see. Oh, yes. I say outright
whatever I think, whether it sets well or not. Those are the main
points about me, I guess. You may now discard me or take me to your
heart; just as you please, she ended with a merry little laugh.
We shall be delighted to begin cherishing you immediately,
Marjorie gaily assured.
Jerry was quick to add to the assurance. Given also to very positive
likes and dislikes, she had already taken a great fancy to Robin's
lively cousin. She had a shrewd opinion that it would not take Phillis
Marie Moore long to make a prominent place for herself in the freshman
Leila and Vera now joined them, in company with the two seniors, who
were going to the campus in Vera's car. Leila claimed the privilege of
conveying the freshman arrival at Silverton Hall, her destination. Once
there, Miss Moore's three upper class guardians were given a vociferous
greeting by a bevy of jubilant girls.
You bad old goose! was Robin Page's affectionate censure as she
hugged her tall, boyish cousin. Why didn't you wire me?
I did, returned Phyllis. You'll probably receive it tomorrow.
That will be so nice, won't it, to get a wire that I am on the way when
I'm already here?
You fell into good hands, anyway, Robin beamed on the trio of
Wayland Hall girls. Do you notice anything different about me? she
asked anxiously of them all. Very carefully she turned her head so that
the small knot of hair at the nape of her white neck could be seen. I
am a real grown-up young person now! she proudly exclaimed. I can do
up my hair.
You are that, Leila agreed in her most gallant Irish manner. It
is now that we shall have to begin to treat you with proper respect.
See that you do, retorted Robin. Right away quick I am going to
treat you folks to luncheon. You must stay. It will be ready in a few
minutes. Come up to my room and we can hold an impromptu reception
until the bell rings. The Silvertonites are all anxious to see you. As
sophs we have a duty to perform. We must try hard to impress my
freshman cousin. Do telephone Ronny, Lucy, Muriel and Vera to come
over. You can run 'em over in your car, Leila, in a jiffy.
Many thanks for Vera's and my invitation. We can't accept, for we
have a luncheon engagement at Baretti's with two seniors. I must be
hurrying along or I'll be late. I'll send the girls back in my car. Any
of them can drive it.
Leila took hurried farewell of her friends and drove off at top
speed. True to her word, it was not long before her car swung into
sight again driven by Ronny. The three new arrivals were received with
the same heartiness which had been extended to Marjorie and Jerry. By
the time they appeared, Robin's large square room was overflowing with
Once more in the genial atmosphere which always pervaded Silverton
Hall, the petty worries and annoyances of the past week fell away from
Marjorie. She entertained a momentary regret that she had not chosen
Silverton Hall as a residence in the beginning. She and her chums would
have found life so much pleasanter there.
Then the face of kind little Miss Remson rose before her. She
realized how very fond she had grown of the upright, sorely-tried
manager. She reflected, too, that, if the Lookouts had not gone to
Wayland Hall to live, it would have been much harder for Katherine
Langly. Neither would she have known Leila, Vera, or Helen Trent
intimately. Besides, she loved Wayland Hall and its beautiful premises
best of all the campus houses. It had been Brooke Hamilton's favorite
house. Miss Remson had once told her this. In spite of the difficulties
the Lookouts had encountered at the Hall, Marjorie wondered if,
perhaps, they had not gravitated to it for some beneficient, hidden
purpose which only time might reveal.
CHAPTER X. WINNING OVER THE
As Vera had predicted, Saturday brought to Hamilton a goodly number
of freshmen. Though the faithful reception committee was strictly on
duty that day, the Sans relieved them of a large part of their
conscientious task. They were even more in evidence than on Friday.
Greatly to the surprise of Marjorie and her companions, they laid
themselves out to be democratic. They rushed every young woman who bore
freshman earmarks with a zeal which might have been highly commendable
had it been sincere. Out of the considerable number of freshman
arrivals that Saturday, Marjorie and her committee captured not more
than half a dozen.
The end of a perfect day, I don't think, grumbled Jerry. The
five-fifty train had come and gone. Though the seven sophomores had all
been on duty, not one of them had a freshman to show for it.
I'm glad it is over, Marie Peyton said wearily, as the nine
disgusted workers strolled to their waiting cars. I suppose the Sans
thought we would contest the ground with them. I wouldn't be so
ill-bred. Come on over to the Colonial for dinner. I hereby invite you.
We need a little pleasant recreation to offset this fiasco. Next year,
no committee duty for me. I have had enough of it.
How many freshies do you think they have captured altogether?
asked Blanche Scott.
Oh, sixty or seventy, at least, was Elaine Hunter's guess. They
have been down to every train for the last two days. Between trains
they have hung around the Ivy and that other tea shop just below it. I
don't recall the name. It opened only last week.
The Lotus, supplied Jerry. The funny part of it is the way Miss
Cairns has marched that Miss Walbert around with her. They seem to be
Leslie Cairns is trying to popularize Miss Walbert with the
freshmen. That is why she has been keeping her on hand at all the
trains. I am sure of it, stated Vera positively. You just watch and
see if I am not right. The Sans are going to try to run the freshman
class. Otherwise they would never have gone to the trouble they have.
They won't keep it up. Mark what I tell you, there will be a lot of
snubbed and very wrathful freshies before the month is out, prophesied
I hope the grand awakening comes before their class election. I
doubt it. With Miss Walbert as president of 19, the Sans would feel
they had really put one over on us. I think Phyllis Moore, Robin's
cousin, would make a fine freshman president. Jerry glanced about her
Why not do some quiet electioneering for her, then, suggested
Grace Dearborn. It is just as fair for us to boost a freshie for an
office as for the Sans. It would be only a helpful elder sister stunt.
We need not make ourselves prominent. A girl like Miss Moore would be a
fine influence to her class. This Miss Walbert would not be.
It isn't really our business, demurred Marjorie, but I think it
would be a good thing, nevertheless. We are fighting for democracy. The
Sans are fighting for popularity and false power. I am willing to do
all I can to help the cause along. I know Ronny and Muriel and Lucy
will feel the same. Jerry's here to speak for herself.
The others agreeing to enter into a quiet little plot to put the
right girl in the freshman presidential chair, how they should go about
it formed the main topic of conversation at Marie's dinner at the
quaint Colonial that evening. All sorts of ways and means were
suggested, only to be abandoned. It was impossible to proceed until
they had come into more of a knowledge of the freshmen themselves.
Each, however, pledged herself to make a point of getting acquainted
with the freshmen in the house where she resided and sounding them on
their policies, with a view toward giving them a hint in the right
It seemed to Marjorie that the next few days following her strenuous
service on committee were days of undiluted peace. Busy with her study
programme she forgot, for the time being, that there ever were any such
persons as the Sans Soucians. She had decided on French, chemistry,
Greek tragedy, Horace's odes and spherical trigonometry for the fall
term, a programme that meant hard study. Since coming to Hamilton her
active interest in chemistry had increased and she planned to carry the
study of it through her entire college course. The laboratory at
Sanford High School had been well equipped, but the Hamilton
laboratories were all that scientific progress could devise. Marjorie
hailed her chemistry hours with the keenest pleasure.
The other four Lookouts were hardly less occupied than herself in
arranging their college affairs for the fall term. With a year of
college behind them it was much easier to buckle down to study and
enjoy it than it had been when they had first entered Hamilton.
Girl-like, they loved the good times college offered, yet they were as
quick to appreciate the rare educational advantages Hamilton afforded
and make the most of them. The average college girl takes the utmost
pride in keeping to the fore in her studies. In this the Lookouts were
Not forgetting their pledge to get acquainted speedily with the
freshmen in their own house, the Lookouts found themselves completely
blocked in their well-meant design by the Sans. To begin with, there
were only four freshmen at Wayland Hall. These the Sans completely
monopolized. As yet, no one at the Hall outside the Sans had a speaking
acquaintance with them.
Silverton Hall was also at a disadvantage by reason of the few
vacancies there. It had been almost entirely a freshman house the
previous year. It was now practically sophomore. A few girls, having
made changes on account of friends in other houses, there had been
eight vacancies and no more. Phyllis Moore had been fortunate enough to
secure board there. The seven other freshmen had turned out to be
delightful girls with no snobbish notions. Seven democrats in a class
of one hundred ten, with the politics of the other hundred and two
doubtful, did not point to a speedy election of Phyllis to the freshman
We might as well give up boosting Phil as a hopeless job, Jerry
remarked to Marjorie one evening, as the two girls were putting away
their books preparatory to retiring. Both made it a rule not to talk
over outside matters until next day's recitations had been prepared.
It is two weeks since we planned the fateful boost and none of us have
made much headway.
I know it. Marjorie looked up regretfully from the scattered
sheets of the finished theme which she was collecting. The trouble is,
so many of the freshies are at Alston Terrace. Acasia House has about
twenty. Ethel Laird says they are a fairly affable set, but Miss Burton
and Miss Elster are doing their best to spoil them. There are as many
as twenty-five freshies off the campus entirely. Miss Humphrey told me
that. There were twelve registrations from the town of Hamilton this
year. Of course those students go home after recitations.
Not much can be done when a class is so scattered. I mean by us.
Let me count 'em up. There are twenty-five off the campus, eight at
Silverton Hall, enumerated Jerry; four here, forty-four at Alston
Terrace. Think of that. That makes one hundred and one. Now where are
the other nine? At Craig Hall, perhaps, or Houghton House. You see Miss
Walbert has the advantage over Phil as she is at Alston Terrace, the
Marjorie nodded. It doesn't look very promising for Phil, she
said. Robin would love to have Phil win the presidency. She is so
proud of her. The Silverton Hall crowd adore her already. She is a
dear. She is so full of fun. I like her frank, boyish ways. Leila told
me today that the Sans are planning some kind of party for the
freshmen. She heard it somewhere on the campus. I don't know who told
That is to taffy the freshmen so they will vote for Miss Walbert,
was Jerry's instant uncharitable conclusion. They haven't held their
class election yet. When is this party to be, I wonder?
Leila doesn't know. If the Sans do make a party for the freshmen I
doubt if all of them will attend it. It won't be at all like the
regular freshman dance. Still, she continued reflectively, if the
Sans take that much trouble for them, they ought to respond.
Yes; I guess that's so. The freshies haven't been here long enough
to know the charming Sans as they really are. In their infant verdancy
they will probably look upon it as a great honor. They'll probably be
more enlightened after they have attended it, Jerry added with a
wicked little grin.
Two days later it became circulated about the campus that the
freshmen had been invited by the Sans to attend a picnic, instead of a
party, to be given at Pine Crest, a wooded height about five miles east
of Hamilton College. For many years it had been a favorite college
picnic ground. Hardly a Saturday passed, when the weather was good,
without an invasion, great or small, of its fragrant, pine-shaded
premises. It was an ideal spot for an al fresco luncheon. As it could
be reached by automobile, it was all the more popular with the Hamilton
The certainty of the rumor was made manifest to Marjorie when, on
Wednesday evening after dinner, she and Jerry heard a timid knock on
their door. Jerry, hastening to open the door, their caller proved to
be Anne Towne.
Why, good evening, Miss Towne! Jerry extended a hospitable hand.
So glad to see you. We wondered what had become of you. We knew you
owed us a visit and were waiting for you to pay it. Jerry ushered the
wren-like freshman into the room and offered her its most comfortable
I have been intending to call, but I Miss Towne paused, looking
rather confused. You seeIdidn't know but I might intrude. You
girls are so different from myself, she suddenly blurted out, as
though anxious to bare her diffident soul to her dainty hostesses and
have it over with. I mean different because you aren't poor and have
lots of friends and can entertain them and all that. I know it is the
custom at college for the upper class girls to be kind to entering
freshmen. I didn't care to presume on your kindness. I hope you
understand me. She flushed painfully.
Nonsense, scoffed Jerry sturdily. We aren't a bit haughty. We
want you to be our friend and hope to see you often. You mustn't think
about such things. Just go along with your head held high. If people
don't like you for your own merits, they are not worth cultivating.
I believe you couldn't have been so very much afraid of Jeremiah's
and my great dignity or you wouldn't have dared come and see us
tonight. Marjorie smiled encouragement at the still embarrassed girl.
Perhaps I wasn't really. Marjorie's winning smile communicated
itself to the other girl. Her tired little face brightened wonderfully.
I am sure I won't be afraid ever again. I would love to call both of
you my friends.
Do so; do so. Jerry's instant response in a pompous tone made Miss
Towne laugh. Marjorie thought her pretty when she laughed. Her teeth
were unusually white and even, and her face broke into charming little
lines of amusement.
I will, she promised. I came to you tonight for advice. You were
all so kind to me the other day, I thought you wouldn't mind my asking
you something. I have received an invitation to a picnic next Saturday
to be given to the freshman class. Here it is.
Miss Towne opened a small handbag and drew from it a heavy white
envelope. The faint odor of perfume still clung to it. Drawing from it
a sheet of paper to match, she handed the latter to Marjorie. It read:
Dear Miss Towne:
The Sans Soucians will be glad to see you at a picnic, to be
given in honor of the freshman class next Saturday afternoon,
the weather permitting, at Pine Crest. Please meet the other
members of the class in front of Science Hall, at half-past one
o'clock. The trip will be made by automobile and the Sans
Soucians will entertain at luncheon.
Dulciana Vale, Secy. Sans Soucians.
CHAPTER XI. THE DIFFERENCE IN PICNIC
Marjorie studied the invitation in silence. Then she handed it to
Jerry. The latter read it and said Humph! in a disgusted tone.
I didn't know what I ought to do about it, broke in Miss Towne
anxiously. Who are the Sans Soucians? I've read quite a little of
college sororities. I suppose they are a sorority. Would they be
offended if I didn't go? I can't really spare the time. I do my own
laundering on Saturday afternoon. The landlady allows me to use the
kitchen. I don't mind telling you girls that. I would rather not give
it as an excuse to the Sans Soucians, though. Perhaps I would not be
missed if I didn't go. Do you think I would be? Are you girls members
of the Sans Soucians?
Well, hardly! Jerry spoke on the impulse of the moment. Miss Towne
looked at her with increasing anxiety. Jerry's response was not
indicative of flattery to the Sans Soucians.
The Sans Soucians are a private club of eighteen juniors, Marjorie
quickly explained. They live here at the Hall. They are all girls from
very wealthy families and they entertain a good deal among themselves.
They have taken an unusual interest in the freshmen since they came
back to college. We heard that they intended to give a picnic in honor
of the freshies. I believe I would try to go if I were you. It will be
a good opportunity for you to meet the other members of your class.
Besides, Pine Crest is such a beautiful spot. The afternoon in the
fresh air will do you good.
Jerry gazed at Marjorie, a slight frown puckering her forehead. It
was a fair-minded answer and just like Marjorie. Still, it went against
her grain to help the Sans' cause along in the slightest degree.
Have you met any of your classmates yet? she asked abruptly.
Without a little freshman support Jerry was not sanguine of Miss
Towne's enjoyment of the picnic. The Sans' hospitality was not to be
I know four girls a little who live several houses below me. They
have the third floor of the house and do light house-keeping. They are
very much pleased with the invitation. I wish they would ask me to go
with them. I hate to go alone. I will accept, though, so long as you
think it best. She turned to Marjorie with a kind of meek trust that
touched the latter.
Perhaps these other freshmen will ask you, was Marjorie's hopeful
rejoinder. If they shouldn't you will see them at the picnic and be
with them anyway, perhaps. I know an even better plan. Suppose we get
the rest of the girls, Jerry, and go over to Silverton Hall. We can
introduce Miss Towne to the freshies there and she will be sure to have
company at the picnic.
All right, Marvelous Manager. I'll go and round them up. Jerry
rose and promptly disappeared in search of her chums.
I don't think I ought to go, demurred Muriel, when invited. I
have a hundred lines of French prose to translate. It's terribly hard,
Translate it when you come back, suggested Jerry.
I see myself doing it. It is half-past seven now. We'll be back
here about ten minutes before the ten-thirty bell. That will give me a
lot of time to translate a hundred lines. Now won't it?
Oh, come along. I'll see that you get back by nine-thirty, even if
we have to start home ahead of the others, glibly promised Jerry.
I'll see to it myself, declared Muriel. I intend to be a stickler
for duty this night. Go and get Ronny and Lucy while I do my hair over.
It's all falling down. I will meet you down stairs.
Lucy and Ronny also raised weak objections on the ground of
unprepared recitations. Nevertheless they shut up their books with
alacrity. Neither cared to be left out of a visit to Silverton Hall.
Presently the six girls were crossing the campus under the autumn
stars. It was a soft October night and none of the Lookouts had donned
hats or wraps. Walking between Marjorie and Ronny, Miss Towne began
partly to understand how very delightful some girls could be. She had
never had an intimate girl friend and she thought it remarkable that
these self-possessed, beautifully dressed girls should be so ready to
show her every kindness.
You dear things! was Robin Page's greeting as she fairly pranced
into the living room at Silverton Hall not more than three minutes
after her callers' arrival. You certainly are unexpected but awfully
welcome. Come up to my room this minute.
Robin smiled in friendly fashion at Miss Towne, although she had
never met her. Immediately she had been introduced to the lonely
freshman, and Marjorie had stated the object of their call, Robin said
I will go and hunt up our freshies as soon as you are up in my
room. Phil is there, of course. She rooms with me, you know. She swears
she isn't going to that picnic. I don't know what the others think
about it. Once get them together, it will be a good chance to find
Ushered into Robin's room, the Lookouts and their charge found
Phyllis looking girlishly pretty in a flowered silk kimono. She
received them in the pleasant, straightforward way they so greatly
admired in her and proceeded to show an especial friendliness to Miss
Presently the murmur of voices outside announced that Robin had been
successful in her quest. In fact she had found all seven of the
freshmen in their rooms and had rushed them a la negligee to her own.
Here we are, she breezily announced, and not a freshie missing.
I'll proceed to the great introduction act. Then, make yourselves at
As both groups of girls were bent on being friendly, a buzz of
conversation soon arose. Under cover of it Robin said to Marjorie:
What do you think about the Sans' new stunt? You know just why they
are doing it and so do all of us who fought out that basket-ball affair
with them last year. Their motive isn't a worthy one. Still we really
can't tell the freshies that. Phil understands matters. That's why she
doesn't care to go. I know you want Miss Towne to go, or you would not
have brought her over here tonight to get acquainted with our freshies.
She will be safe from snubs with our girls. They are all fine. Too bad,
but I don't trust the Sans even to do this stunt in a nice way. They
will be sure to get haughty and hurt some freshie's feelings before
their picnic is over.
I have no faith in them, but it would be hardly fair not to give
them the benefit of the doubt, returned Marjorie earnestly. I wish
Phil would go. It would be a good opportunity for the freshmen to see
what a fine president they might have in her. She is so individual. I
think she would be popular in her class in spite of the Sans'
So do I. You ask her. Maybe she will change her mind for you.
Robin looked concernedly to where her cousin sat talking animatedly to
Muriel and Miss Towne.
The latter, however, had already broached the subject of the picnic
I am so glad to meet all you girls. Miss Dean suggested coming over
on account of that picnic for the freshmen, Miss Towne had remarked
innocently. I had made up my mind not to go, but she thought I ought
to and said if I met some other freshmen I would not have to go alone.
I don't live on the campus so I haven't much opportunity of meeting
I see, nodded Phyllis. A swift tide of color had risen to her
cheeks. From the instant she had set eyes on Marjorie Dean she had
adored her. She now felt as though she had been lacking in true college
spirit. If Marjorie thought Miss Towne should attend the picnic,
undoubtedly she must think that the rest of the freshmen ought to do
I will play especial escort to you at the picnic, she now
laughingly offered. I hadn't intended to go either, but I have changed
my mind. Oh, Marjorie, she called across the room, I'll take care of
Miss Towne at the picnic.
Will you, truly? The eyes of the two girls met. A silent message
was exchanged. Then she will be sure to have a nice time, was what
Marjorie put into words.
Robin and Marjorie also exchanged sly smiles. Each suspected that
humble little Miss Towne was responsible for Phyllis's sudden change of
mind. More, it was apparent that Phyllis had taken one of her sudden
likings to the unassuming freshman.
Later, Robin found an opportunity to confide to Marjorie that she
didn't know how it had happened, for Phil was terribly obstinate when
once she had set her mind against a thing. Nor did Marjorie know until
long afterward that she had been responsible for a decision on
Phyllis's part which was the beginning of a warm friendship between
Phyllis and Anna Towne.
Meanwhile the prospective hostesses of Saturday's outing were
spending the evening in Leslie Cairns' room squabbling over their plans
for the picnic. They could not agree on the refreshments, the
amusements, or, in fact, anything pertaining to the affair. The truth
of the matter was they were already tired of their beneficent project.
They had never made a practice of unselfishly trying to please others,
and the process bade fair to be too difficult for their infinitely
For once, during the wrangling that went on, Leslie Cairns honestly
tried to keep her temper. The straw that broke the particular camel's
back in her case, however, was an extended argument between Dulcie Vale
and Natalie Weyman regarding the refreshments. These two, with Harriet
Stephens, had been appointed to look after the luncheon. Harriet lazily
expressed herself as indifferent to what the menu should be, provided
it was fit to eat.
Cut out this scrapping and get down to business, you two, finally
ordered Leslie in her roughest tones. Followed an insulting rebuke from
her that brought a flush to both the wranglers' cheeks. When thoroughly
exasperated Leslie spared no one's feelings. You decide on what to
have right now and make a list of it. Trot it over to the
Colonial early tomorrow morning. If you leave it until even tomorrow
night they may refuse to handle it. Remember it will take time to pack
a luncheon for one hundred and twenty-eight persons.
Dulcie wants to serve a regular six-course dinner out in that neck
of the woods, sputtered Natalie. I am not in favor of such
extravagance. It will cost us enough to have sandwiches, salads,
relishes and sweets. Then there's coffee, chocolate, and imported
ginger ale besides. I am not going to spend my whole month's allowance
on a feed for those greenies.
If we expect to make an impression on the freshies we ought to do
things in good style, Dulcie hotly contested. I don't care how much
money it costs me. I have plenty of coin. The trouble with you Nat, is
you're stingy. You buy everything expensive for yourself, but you are
always broke when it comes to treating.
I'll never forgive you for that, Dulcie Vale, was Natalie's
wrathful retort. I think you are too
That will be all, Leslie cut in sternly. I said cut out
the scrapping, didn't I? Either do as I say or get out of here. We can
run the picnic minus either of you. Nat is right for once. Why should
we spend a fortune on this affair?
Knowing that Leslie would have no scruples about barring them both
from further part in the picnic, they sullenly subsided. Dulcie
freezingly accepted the list of eatables Natalie had made up and
temporary peace was restored. Natalie bade Leslie a very cool goodnight
a little later when the session broke up. She was hurt and angry over
Leslie's brutal frankness. For an instant she wished she might be
entirely free of Leslie's domineering sway. It was one of those moments
when a faint stirring of a better nature made her long for harmony and
peace. Her ignoble side was too greatly in the ascendency however to
make her distaste for Leslie Cairns and her tyranny more than
CHAPTER XII. A RECKLESS DRIVER.
The Sans have certainly had one beautiful day for their picnic, but
if they don't put in an appearance pretty soon they will be caught in a
rain. Seated beside Marjorie and Lucy Warner in the big porch swing,
Jerry squinted at the rapidly clouding sky.
While the day had been warm and moderately sunny, dark clouds had
been looming up here and there in the sky since four o'clock. Scattered
at first, they had gradually banked solidly in the west, obscuring the
sunset and promising rain before nightfall.
What time is it, Jeremiah? asked Lucy. I promised to meet
Katherine here on the veranda at five-thirty. She left her handbag at
Lillian's last night and we are going to walk over there before
Why, Luciferous! Jerry fixed Lucy with an amazed eye. Can I
believe that you and your precious watch have parted company even for a
brief half hour!
Lucy giggled. Her extreme fondness for the wrist watch Ronny had
given her was well known to her chums.
I broke the crystal, she confessed. It dropped from my hand the
other night on the lavatory floor. I miss it terribly you had better
believe. It will be fixed tomorrow, thank goodness.
Surprised at such carelessness. Ahem! Jerry teased. If you want
to know the time, it is twenty-seven minutes past five. Your kindred
spirit should appear in three minutes.
Here she comes now. Marjorie had spied Katherine coming up the
Did you think I was going to be late? Katherine called from the
bottom step. I had an awful time looking up some data at the library.
I just left there and ran half the way here. It looks like rain, but,
if we walk fast, we can go over to Wenderblatt's and back before it
starts. Want to go along, Marjorie and Jerry?
I might as well. I've nothing else to do before dinner. Come on,
Jeremiah. A fast walk before dinner will be a splendid appetizer.
Marjorie rose from the swing and brushed down her wrinkled linen skirt.
Don't need an appetizer. I'm famished now. Lead me on. I may lose
half a pound. That will be something attempted, something done, as our
friend H. W. Longfellow sagely remarks in the 'Village Blacksmith.'
Without further lingering the four girls left the veranda and
started down the drive at a swift walk. The Wenderblatt's residence was
not far from the campus, but the sky was growing more threatening.
It begins to look as though we would have to run all the way back
to the Hall or get a ducking, warned Jerry as they neared Lillian's
home. We can't stop to talk, girls. We had better wait for Katherine
at the gate. If the whole gang of us goes up to the house we will lose
Yes, I want to be back at the Hall for an early dinner. I must
study like sixty this evening, for I won't have a minute tomorrow.
Chapel in the morning, and I have promised to go over to Houghton House
tomorrow afternoon with Leila. Then we are all going to Muriel's and
Hortense's Sunday night spread. Sunday seems the shortest day in the
week, Marjorie ended with a little regretful gesture.
I'll be back directly. Coming to the high gate of the ornamental
iron fence which inclosed the professor's property, Katherine clanged
it hurriedly after her and sped up the walk to the house.
True to her word it was not more than ten minutes before she
rejoined them, her handbag swinging from her arm.
Lillian was so sorry you wouldn't come up. She invited us all to
dinner. I told her we simply must hurry back to the Hall. She
A sudden deep rumble of thunder drowned Katherine's speech. It was
followed by a sharp blinding flash of lightning.
We had better run for it, counseled Jerry. There will be more
thunder and lightning before the rain really starts. Don't let a little
thing like thunder worry you, children.
By common consent the quartette broke into a gentle run. Soon they
were on the highway and not more than a block from the campus wall. As
they neared the east gate a terrific reverberating peal of thunder rent
the air. So completely did it obliterate all other sound that none of
the four heard the purr of a motor behind them, driven at excessive
Look out! A sense of impending danger warning Jerry to turn her
head, even in full flight, her voice rose in a sharp scream.
Her friends heard it dimly as the speeding car bore down upon them.
Jerry made a wild dive out of harm's way, dragging Marjorie, who was
nearest to her, with her. Lucy, who was on the outer edge of the road
made a stumbling step backward. KatherineThrough a mist of horror
the three girls saw the machine catch her, flinging her off the road.
They heard cries issue from the black and white roadster as it shot
down the road.
Katherine! Oh, do you suppose she is dead? Already Lucy was
kneeling on the ground beside the silent form in an agony of suspense.
She was almost in the middle of the road. I didn't have time to warn
her. I didn't hear it until it ran her down. Lucy's face was white and
Her heart's beating. Marjorie knelt at Katherine's other side, her
hand inside Katherine's pongee blouse. Better go over her for broken
bones, Lucy. Marjorie was trembling violently though her voice was
It was Leslie Cairns who did that! Jerry hotly accused. I wonder
if she'll have the decency to come back. She must know she ran some one
down. I heard the girls in her car scream. I guess she turned in at the
gate. Keep off the road, girls. Here come the rest of the picnickers.
One accident is enough for today. She was speeding. That's why she was
so far ahead of the others. I shall hail this first car and make 'em
take Katherine up to the Hall.
Jerry did not need to hail the car. In the fading daylight the girl
at the wheel, who happened to be Margaret Wayne, brought her automobile
to a stop almost even with the roadside group.
What has happened? she called out sharply.
Your friend Miss Cairns just ran down Miss Langly, returned Jerry
grimly. She isn't dead, but we don't know how badly she may be hurt.
May we have the use of your car to take her to the Hall?
Certainly, came the response in frightened tones. Next instant the
seven occupants of the car had piled out of it and gathered around the
still unconscious girl.
A swift patter of raindrops struck the group, beating gently on
Katherine's white, upturned face. Marjorie had now lifted her head to
an easy position on her lap.
Have any of you smelling salts? she inquired calmly of the
frightened circle, or perhaps you have a water bottle with you.
The luncheon things are in one of the cars away back. We have no
water with us. Won't the rain help to revive her? Margaret Wayne asked
We shall not give it time to do that, Marjorie returned dryly. If
you will help us lift her we will get her into the car at once. It is
only two or three minutes' drive to the Hall.
The others of the party being freshmen, they willingly sprang to
Marjorie's assistance. Raised from the ground, Katherine opened her
eyes and groaned a little.
Whathappened? Oh, Iremember. My back! Ithurtsso. She
closed her eyes wearily.
Slender though she was, it became no easy matter to place her in the
tonneau of the automobile. The credit of the undertaking went to
Marjorie and Jerry, who exerted their young strength to the utmost for
their injured friend. By this time a procession of automobiles
containing the returning picnickers was drawn up along the road. The
sound of excited voices from within these cars bade Marjorie lose no
Will you please drive on before the others come up? she entreated.
They know now that something has happened. We ought not to have a
crowd around. I hope your passengers won't mind walking to the campus.
Not a bit of it, assured two or three of the freshmen who had
heard her remarks.
Thank you. Marjorie flashed the group of girls one of her
beautiful, kindly smiles which none of them forgot in a hurry.
Alarmed though she was by the accident, Margaret was half resentful
of Marjorie's calm manner. Still she had no choice but to do as she was
requested. She inwardly wished that Leslie had had the prudence to
drive moderately. This affair was likely to make trouble for them all.
Ready? she interrogated, turning in the driver's seat to Marjorie.
An affirmative and she started her car for the Hall. Just at the
gate they met the black and white roadster. Leslie was its sole
Hello! she hailed. Is that you, Margaret? What was the matter
back there? Do you know? Leslie leaned far out of her car in the
Your roadster hit Miss Langly. I don't know how it happened. She is
in my car. Her friends are with her. You'd better go on down and tell
the rest what has happened. They have stopped back there.
What? This time Leslie's pet interjection came involuntarily and
with a tinge of fear. I saw a bunch of girls, but I was sure I didn't
hit any of them. See you at the Hall. Leslie started her car without
She has nerve! muttered Jerry. She thinks she is going to slide
out of this easily. Well, she can't lay this outrage to anyone else.
She had no business to be exceeding the speed limit. She never sounded
a horn, either. Poor Kathie! I hope she isn't badly hurt.
IIam all right, Jerry. Katherine had heard. The car just
brushed me; hardenough to throw meon my back. That's all.
That's all, repeated Lucy indignantly. Enough, I should say.
Musn't talk much, Kathie. You'll be in your room and in bed right
Glad of it. Sotired, mumbled Katharine, and closed her eyes
The injured girl was carried into the Hall just as a driving rain
began to descend. Miss Remson promptly telephoned for her own physician
and bustled about, an efficient first aid, until he arrived.
Established temporarily on the living room davenport, Katherine
braced up wonderfully under the wise little manager's treatment. To her
plea that she could walk upstairs to her room, if assisted by two of
her friends, Miss Remson would not listen.
Wait until the doctor comes, my dear, she insisted. He will know
what's best for you.
News of the accident having spread through the Hall, girls hurried
from all parts of the house to the living room, where they were
promptly headed off by Lucy, Marjorie and Jerry from intruding upon
Katherine. Thus far neither the Sans nor the four freshmen who roomed
at the Hall had put in an appearance.
The arrival of Doctor Thurston, a large, kindly man of about forty,
was a relief to all concerned. Very gently he lifted Katherine in his
strong arms and carried her upstairs to her room.
She has had a narrow escape, he told her anxious friends, a little
later. Her back is sprained. It is a wonder it was not broken. Two
weeks in bed and she will be all right again. Students who drive their
own cars should go slowly along the campus part of the road. There are
always girls in plenty on foot. The one who ran her down must have had
very poor policy not even to sound a horn.
CHAPTER XIII. A PAINFUL INTERVIEW.
As a result of a private conference among the Lookouts that evening,
a trained nurse arrived on Sunday afternoon to look after their injured
friend. Ronny, with her usual magnificent generosity, wished to take
the expenses for Katherine's care and treatment upon herself. To this
her chums would not hear. We all love Kathie, Muriel declared. I
think we ought to divide her expenses among us. Lucy Warner was
particularly pleased with Muriel's proposal. She had earned an extra
hundred dollars that summer by doing typing in the evenings. She felt,
therefore, that she held the right to offer a portion of it in the
cause of her particular friend.
It seems too bad to go on having good times with poor Kathie so
sick, deplored Marjorie, as she and Jerry softly closed the door of
the latter's room after a brief visit to her following their return
from Houghton House.
I know it, but what good will it do us to cut out recreation, so
long as we can't spend the time with her? argued Jerry. We know she
is all right and going to get well. It isn't as though she wasn't
expected to live. The nurse said a lot of the girls had come to her
door to inquire for her. She wouldn't let any of 'em see her. I think
the Sans have been on the job. They are probably scared for fear Kathie
will make it hot for Leslie Cairns when she is well again.
She wouldn't. Marjorie shook her curly head. Neither would I, if
I were in her place. It ought to be a lesson to the Sans without any
further fuss about it. They are the only ones who drive faster than
If Miss Cairns had run down a citizen of the town of Hamilton then
there would have been a commotion. It is a very good thing for her that
a traffic officer wasn't around. He would have arrested her, sure as
fate. I wish one had been on the scene, declared Jerry, with a trace
That the Sans were manifestly uneasy over the accident was evidenced
by their gathering in Leslie Cairns' room that afternoon for a confab.
Leslie herself hid whatever trepidation she was feeling under an air of
cool bravado. She listened to all that her companions had to say on the
subject without vouchsafing more than an occasional curt reply.
Really, Les, you don't seem to understand that you may get into an
awful mess over running down that beggardly dig! Joan Myers at length
exclaimed in sharp irritation. Suppose the whole thing is put before
President Matthews or the Board. We may all lose the privilege of
having our cars at college. I read of a college out west the other day
where that happened as the result of an accident to a student.
Oh, forget it! Leslie waved a derisive hand. I shall fix things
O.K. Don't make any mistake about that. I'll send this beggar a
whopping old basket of fruit tomorrow and a handsome box of flowers.
You girls had better part with a little change in the same cause.
Anyway, I have pretty solid ground to stand on. Who is going to prove
that I didn't sound a horn? It couldn't be heard above the thunder. If
I drove fast, I had reason for it. Why should I drive my car at a crawl
and be caught in the storm? Was there a cop around to say I was
speeding? There was not. I certainly won't ever admit it. It was simply
one of those unfortunate accidents. So sorry, I'm sure. What? Leslie
finished in a high, mocking treble.
It raised a laugh, as she intended it should. Her companions began
to breathe more freely. Leslie could certainly be relied upon to clear
Before evening of the following Monday Katherine's room resembled a
combination fruit and flower market. Not only the Sans but her real
friends and impersonal sympathizers also sent in their friendly
tributes. Her condition much improved, she asked particularly to see
Marjorie and Lucy Warner.
Not more than fifteen minutes, please, said the nurse, as the two
girls tip-toed into the sick room shortly before dinner.
I wanted to see you so much. Katherine smiled a trifle wanly. You
were so good to me when first I was hurt. I remember the whole thing. I
won't try to talk of that now. Later, when you can stay longer. There
is something I wish you would do for me. Nurse read me the names of the
cards on the flowers and fruit. The Sans sent a good deal of it.
II a thread of color crept into Katherine's pale cheeks. I don't
want it. I can't bear it in the room. I understand them so well. I
don't care to be harsh, but I would like you to take all of it except a
basket of fruit and a few flowers and send it to the Hamilton Home for
Old Folks. It is on Carpenter Street. It would please them so much. I
can't eat one-tenth of the fruit before it spoils, and you girls don't
want it, I know. If it is mostly all sent away, then no one can feel
hurt, neither the Sans nor my real friends. The Sans need not be
afraid. I am not going to make Miss Cairns any trouble. She has asked
twice to see me. I shall see her when I am a little stronger and tell
That is sweet in you, Kathie, Marjorie approved. She referred not
only to Katherine's lenience of spirit toward Leslie Cairns, but to her
proposed thoughtful disposal of the fruit and flowers. I'll ask Leila
to take your gifts to the old folks in her car tomorrow. I know she
will be glad to be able to do something for you. I understand how you
feel aboutwellsome things. I believe I'd feel the same if I were in
I wanted to be excused from my classes and be your nurse, Kathie,
Lucy solemnly assured her chum, her green eyes full of devotion. Ronny
said 'no' that a trained nurse would be best. I miss you dreadfully.
Let me come and see you every day, won't you?
Of course, you dear goose, Katherine assured, her blue eyes
misting over with sudden tears. It was so wonderful to be loved and
missed. I shall not be in bed for two whole weeks. I can sit up a
little now and I am so strong I shall be walking about the room by the
last of this week. I am not used to being an invalid and I don't intend
to get used to being one.
Naturally sturdy of constitution, the end of the ensuing week found
Katherine able to make little journeys about her room. It was not until
the Friday following her accident that she felt equal to seeing Leslie
Cairns. The nurse had informed her on Thursday that Miss Langly would
be able to see her for a few minutes on Friday afternoon. Leslie
accordingly cut her last afternoon recitation in order to call on
Katherine before any of her friends should arrive on the scene.
Good afternoon, she saluted without enthusiasm, as the nurse
admitted her to the sick room. Her small dark eyes shrewdly appraised
Katherine, who was lying on her couch bed clad in a dainty delft blue
Good afternoon, Miss Cairns, Katherine returned. Please take the
arm chair. It is more comfortable than the others.
Thank you. I can't stay long. I have been trying to see you for the
last week; ever since your accident, in fact. Glad to see you better. I
sent you some fruit and flowers. Tried to make you understand that I
was anxious about you. Leslie paused. Her small stock of politeness
was already threatening to desert her. She despised Katherine for her
poverty. Now she disliked her even more because she had injured her.
I thank you for the fruit and flowers. I asked the nurse to thank
you for me when I received them. I have met with so many kindnesses
since Isince I was hurt. Katherine referred to the injury she had
received through Leslie's recklessness with some hesitancy.
You understand, don't you, that I wasn't really to blame for your
accident? The question was put to Katherine with brusque directness.
I was driving a little faster than usual to escape the storm. I was
well within the speed limit. Remember that. I fail to understand why
you girls didn't hear my horn. It sounded clearly, even above the
I did not hear it. Katherine fixed her clear eyes squarely upon
the other girl. I heard Jerry scream 'Look out!' and then the car
Hm! Well, all I can say is you girls should not have been strung
across the road as you were, was Leslie's bold criticism.
We were walking only on the half of the road used by cars coming
toward us, was Katherine's quietly defensive rejoinder. But it
doesn't matter, Miss Cairns. I do not intend to make any trouble for
you. I hope all excitement of the accident has died down before this.
It will be dropped unless that crowd of girls you go with keep
stirring it up, retorted Leslie. I wish you would ask them to let it
drop. Since you are willing to, why shouldn't they be? I wasn't to
blame. Start an inquiry and the result will be we'll not be allowed to
keep our cars at college. That will hit some of your friends as well as
myself and mine.
I give you my word that I shall drop the matter. I know my friends
have no desire to keep it active. I say this in their defense. I cannot
allow you to misunderstand or belittle their principles.
Katherine spoke with marked stiffness. She could endure Leslie's
supercilious manner toward herself. When it came to laying the fault at
the door of her beloved friendsthat was not to be borne.
I'm not in the least interested in your friends. All I want them to
do is to mind their own business about this accident. If you say they
will, I look to you to keep your word. If you will accept a money
settlement, say what you want and I will hand you a check for that
amount. Leslie made this offer with cool insolence.
Please don't! Katherine was ready to cry with weakness and hurt
pride. Iwon't you look upon the whole affair as though it had not
happened? Money is the last thing to be thought of.
Very well; since that is your way of looking at it. Leslie rose.
She experienced a malicious satisfaction in having thus taken a rise
out of the beggar. Her point gained, she was anxious to be gone. Hope
you will soon be as well as ever. If you need anything, let me know. I
must hurry along. I have a very important dinner engagement this
She made a hasty exit, without offering her hand in farewell.
Katherine lay back among her pillows with a long sigh of sheer relief.
She felt that she could not have endured her caller two minutes longer
without telling her frankly how utterly she detested her.
Marjorie and Jerry coming cheerily in upon her soon after classes,
she confided to them the news of Leslie's call.
The idea, sniffed Jerry. Wish I had been here. I'd have told Miss
Bully Cairns where she gets off at. How does she know but that
President Matthews knows about it already? There were several freshies
in her car. No doubt they were all her sort or they wouldn't have been
with her. Look at the freshies in Miss Stephens' car. They were the
first on the scene and were awfully sweet to us. What would hinder any
one of them from 'stirring things up' if they disapproved of the way
Miss Cairns acted? I mean the way she took her time about coming back
after she ran Katherine down. She had better make the rounds of the
college and tell everyone to keep quiet about it.
She knows she is entirely in the wrong, said Marjorie sternly.
Further, she has not told the truth. I am sure I would have heard a
horn if she had sounded one. She was certainly exceeding the speed
limit, and she did not keep her car to the proper side of the road. So
long as Katherine wishes the matter dropped, her wish is law in the
CHAPTER XIV. A VOLUNTEER MESSENGER.
While the news of Katherine's injury soon spread about the college,
it was reported merely as one of those unintentional happenings for
which no one was actually culpable. The owners of cherished cars were
canny enough to realize that to capitalize the accident meant jeopardy
to their privileges. All knew that a certain important college for
girls had recently banned cars. None were anxious that Hamilton College
should find cause to do likewise.
There was one person, however, upon whose action no one had
reckoned. That particular person chanced to be Professor Wenderblatt.
As a friend of his daughter's and his most brilliant pupil, the
professor cherished a warm regard for Katherine. One of the freshmen in
the car driven by Harriet Stephens chanced to be a friend of Lillian's.
The latter received from her a fairly accurate account of the accident
on the following Monday. Nor did the freshman fail to place the blame
where it belonged.
Highly indignant, Lillian regaled her father with the news at dinner
on Monday evening, declaring that she thought something ought to be
done to make the Sans stop their reckless driving. Professor
Wenderblatt, who was bound by no ties of school-girl honor, decided to
have a private word on the subject with President Matthews. The fact
that Katherine had just missed having her back broken was serious
enough in his belief to warrant a reprimand from headquarters to the
Utterly unaware that she had a zealous, but an undesired defender,
Katherine returned to her classes after a two weeks' absence apparently
in good trim. With her re-appearance on the campus the Sans took heart
again. Leslie had not been summoned to the president's office. Nothing
had occurred to point to trouble from that direction.
The disastrous ending of the freshman picnic had dampened her ardor
for electioneering for a few days. Gradually it returned. Aided by Lola
Elster and Alida Burton, who were eager to please her, Leslie
endeavored again by means of luncheons, dinners and treats to rally the
freshmen to Elizabeth Walbert's banner. Certain wise freshmen, however,
had discovered for themselves Phyllis Moore's many good qualities. They
intended to nominate her and proceeded to root energetically for her.
This contingent had not been pleased with the patronizing manner which
the Sans had displayed towards them at the picnic. They were altogether
too independent and honorable to barter their class vote for a mess of
Freshie election this afternoon, announced Jerry, as she caught up
with Marjorie on the steps of the Hall. Saw you half way across the
campus. You might as well have been ten miles away. I trilled but you
didn't hear me. I'll bet that election will be a brisk and busy
I didn't hear you trill. I saw you just as I started up the walk. I
hear Phil has quite strong support. It would be great if she'd win
after all the fuss the Sans have made over Miss Walbert.
She says she won't, was Jerry's disappointing reply. She thinks
over half the class will vote for Miss Walbert. If they do I shall be
sore enough at them to stay away from the freshman frolic.
There's to be a class meeting tomorrow afternoon to discuss that
very frolic. Did you see the notice yesterday?
Yep. Nothing gets by me that I happen to see. I saw that, Jerry
made humorous reply. I suppose it is up to us to do the agreeable this
year, also the decorating.
Also the gallant escort act. Oh, my! Marjorie exclaimed in sudden
consternation. Something important nearly got by me. I promised Miss
Humphrey this noon to give Lucy a message from her. Her secretary is
sick and she needs someone for a few days. She is away behind in her
letters. Goodbye. I'll see you later.
Marjorie promptly disappeared into the house in search of Lucy. Her
quest proved fruitless. Lucy was not in her own room or with any of the
other Lookouts. Katherine was also not at home, which pointed to the
fact that the two had gone somewhere together.
They're at Lillian's, guessed Marjorie. I had better walk over to
Hamilton Hall and tell Miss Humphrey I haven't seen Lucy, was her next
thought. She may be waiting for her.
It was not more than five minutes' walk across the campus to the
Hall. Marjorie ran part of the way and bounded up the steps of the
building, breathless and rosy.
It was kind in you to take so much trouble, Miss Dean, Miss
Humphrey said gratefully, as Marjorie explained Lucy's non-appearance.
It was no trouble at all. I will surely see Miss Warner tonight. I
wish there was something I could do to help you. I'm afraid I'd make a
very poor secretary. Marjorie smiled at her own lack of secretarial
There is a service you can do for me. May I ask, have you anything
particular to do before dinner? Something occurred today in the routine
of the business of the college which makes it necessary for me to send
a note to Doctor Matthews or else go over to his home to see him at
once. He has not been at the Hall today, and I feel that I should not
let this matter go over until tomorrow without, at least, sending word
to him. I can't go myself. My work will keep me here until after six.
Then I have a meeting on hand tonight. If you will take a note for me
to the Doctor, I shall be eternally grateful.
I'd love to, Marjorie responded heartily.
That is truly a weighty matter off my mind, smiled the registrar.
Immediately she busied herself with the writing of the note to be
intrusted to Marjorie.
There will be no answer, she said to Marjorie, when, fifteen
minutes later, she handed the letter to the willing messenger. If
Doctor Matthews is not in, leave it with a member of the family. Please
don't intrust it to the maid. If it should happen that no one is at
home, then you had better come back with it to my office.
Very well. Feeling quite at home with Miss Humphrey, whom she had
liked on sight, Marjorie drew herself up and saluted. That is the way
I do at home, she laughed. My mother is Captain to me and my father
General. I'm First Lieutenant Dean. I'll endeavor to carry out your
order like a good soldier. Wheeling about with military precision,
Marjorie saluted again and left the office. The registrar watched her
go with a smile. She reflected that she had never known so beautiful a
girl as Marjorie to be so utterly unspoiled.
Doctor Matthews' residence was situated at the extreme western end
of the campus. Although Marjorie had passed it many times, she had
never before had occasion to go there. She had never met the president
of Hamilton College personally, and since she had known of Miss
Remson's grievance she had experienced a certain loss of respect for
him. She was therefore indifferent as to whether she delivered the
letter to him or to a member of the family.
As she mounted the steps to his home, which looked like a smaller
edition of Wayland Hall, the front door opened and a young woman
stepped out upon the veranda. She was a tall thin girl with pale blue
eyes and straight heavy brown hair. Her features non-descript, her
entire make-up was colorless rather than interesting. As the two girls
passed each other on the veranda, the tall girl cast a sharp glance at
Marjorie. A close observer would have characterized it as distinctly
unfriendly. Marjorie was not even aware of it. Her mind was not on the
Is Doctor Matthews at home? she courteously inquired of the maid
who answered her ring.
Yes, Miss. Who shall I say wishes to see him. Have you an
appointment with him?
No. I have a letter for him from Miss Humphrey, the registrar. She
has requested me to deliver it personally.
Please come in. I will tell the doctor. The maid disappeared into
a room at the right of the colonial hall. Quickly returning, she said:
In there, Miss. She pointed to the door which she had left partially
The president was seated at a flat-topped mahogany desk. He rose as
Marjorie entered and came forward to meet her.
Good afternoon, he greeted, in the deep, pleasant voice which made
his addresses a delight to the ear. Norah tells me you have a note for
me from Miss Humphrey.
Good afternoon, Marjorie returned. Here is the note. Miss
Humphrey said there would be no answer. She half turned as though to
Just a moment. The doctor was regarding her with keen but friendly
eyes. You are not of the clerical force at Hamilton Hall. Let me
think. You are a sophomore, are you not? He asked the question
triumphantly, smiling as he spoke.
Yes; I am a sophomore. Marjorie's brown eyes held polite
I am very proud of my memory for faces, Doctor Matthews continued.
I rarely forget a face, though I do not always remember names. You
were one of the freshman ushers at Commencement last June. Now you have
come into sophomore estate. How do you like it?
Better than being a freshman. It was Marjorie's turn to smile. I
am so much better acquainted with Hamilton College now. I am sure there
isn't another college in the world half so fine. She blossomed into
involuntary enthusiasm. Mr. Brooke Hamilton must have been a wonderful
man. He planned everything here so nobly.
He was, indeed, a man of noble character and true spirituality. I
would rather be president of Hamilton College than any other college I
have ever visited or been connected with. I revere the memory of Brooke
Hamilton. It is unfortunate we know so little of him. His great-niece,
Miss Susanna Hamilton, lives at Hamilton Arms. She is the last of the
Hamilton family. Unfortunately for the college, she became incensed at
the churlish behavior toward her of a member of the Board whose estate
adjoined hers. This was many years ago. She had been on the verge of
turning over to the college a great deal of interesting data regarding
Brooke Hamilton which was private family history. Doctor Burns, then
president of Hamilton, was to write the biography of the lovable
founder of our college. After the falling-out with the Board member she
refused to give up the data. Since then she has ignored the college.
Brooke Hamilton's biography yet remains to be written.
A case of the innocent having to suffer with the guilty, Marjorie
said, her eyes very bright. She was privately exultant to have learned
this bit of news of the Hamiltons. She had heard that the last of the
Hamiltons, a woman, lived at Hamilton Arms. Leila had told her a little
concerning the present owner of the Hamilton estate.
After a few further remarks on the subject of Hamilton College, she
gracefully took her leave. As she stepped from the hall to the veranda,
she encountered the same young woman she had met on her way into the
house. This time the girl was seated in one of the porch rockers. Her
eyes, as they fixed themselves on Marjorie, looked more unfriendly than
ever. Marjorie caught the hostile import of this second prolonged
What a hateful face that girl had, she thought, as she continued
down the walk. I don't recall ever having seen her before. I'd
certainly have remembered that face. Perhaps she's a relative of Doctor
Matthews. She seems to be quite at home.
Returned to Wayland Hall, Marjorie's first act was to go to Lucy's
room to give her Miss Humphrey's message. This time she found Lucy in
Where's Ronny? she inquired, after she had explained to Lucy the
registrar's present difficulty, I haven't seen her except at meals for
She's out with Leila and Vera waiting for the election returns.
They are anxious to find out if Phil won.
Hope she did, was Marjorie's fervent wish. You can never guess in
a thousand years to whom I was talking this afternoon.
I'm a poor guesser. You'd better tell me, Lucy said in her concise
All right, I will. It was President Matthews. Lucy's greenish eyes
turning themselves on her in astonishment, Marjorie laughed, then went
on to relate the circumstances.
Lucy listened with the profound interest of a wise young owl. What
do you think of him? she asked reflectively, when Marjorie had
finished. Does he seem the kind of man that would do a person an
injustice? I'm thinking of Miss Remson now.
I thought of her, too, while I was in his office, Marjorie
responded. No; he doesn't appear to be anything but broad-minded and
just. Still, we mustn't forget that his name was signed to that
Did you see his secretary? Lucy quizzed. She is over at his house
some of the time. He is usually at Hamilton Hall until one o'clock in
the afternoon, then he goes home. I understand he transacts a good deal
of college business at his home office.
I didn't see anyone but the maid who answered the door and the
president. Oh, I'll take that back. I saw a girl coming out of the
house as I was going up the steps. When I came out I saw her again. She
was sitting on the veranda. She had such a disagreeable expression. I
noticed it particularly the second time I saw her.
Describe her, Lucy tersely commanded.
Marjorie complied, giving a fairly good description of the stranger.
That girl Lucy paused impressively, is the president's
Really? Marjorie's brown eyes opened to their widest extent.
Yes; really. I told Miss Remson the morning we were in her office
that I intended to find out all I could about Doctor Matthews'
secretary. I have not found out anything much about her except that she
is not a student. But I have seen her. Kathie knows her by sight. She
pointed her out to me one afternoon. We passed her on the campus. She
was going toward Doctor Matthews' house. I did not like her looks. I
feel that she was at the bottom of Miss Remson's trouble and it would
not surprise me to learn that she is in with the Sans. Unfortunately I
have no way of proving it. I believe it, just the same.
There was something queer about that whole affair, Marjorie
agreed. You remember Helen said that, if the Sans were insolent and
supercilious when they came back to the Hall, it would mean they had
had information beforehand and were sure of their ground. Well, they
were very much like that. They acted as though they owned the Hall.
I noticed that, for I watched them particularly. I think Miss
Sayres, that's the secretary's name, is the one who helped them. I hope
some day to be able to prove it.
CHAPTER XV. THE RENDEZVOUS.
The noisy entrance into the room of Muriel, Jerry, Leila, Vera and
Ronny, with the disappointing news that Phyllis had lost the freshman
presidency by only nine votes, broke up the confidential session.
We went to our room first but you were not to be seen. Thought
you'd be here. Last I saw of you you had started on a hunt for Lucy.
Isn't it a shame about the election? To think that Walbert snip won!
Jerry elevated her nose in utter disapproval. Won't the Sans crow?
They will blow her off to dinners and spreads for a week to come. I
hope she gets an awful case of indigestion.
How very cruel you are, Jeremiah. Nevertheless, Ronny laughed with
the others. Jerry's hopes for the downfall of her enemies were usually
energetic and sweeping.
I can be a lot more cruel than that, she boasted. It made me
tired to hear those sillies had elected that girl to the class
presidency. Glad I'm not a freshie. They will rue it before the year is
up. Phil's supporters are as mad as hops.
Many of the upper-class girls shared Jerry's opinion. The Sans' open
championship of Elizabeth Walbert had excited unfavorable comment on
the campus. While the upper-class students aimed to be helpful elder
sisters to the freshmen, college etiquette forbade a too-marked
interest in freshman affairs. The Sans had over-reached themselves and
were bound to come in for adverse criticism in college circles where
tradition was still respected.
The Sans, however, were oblivious to everything save the fact that
they had gained their point. Leslie Cairns was radiant over the victory
and gave an elaborate dinner that evening at the Colonial in honor of
Elizabeth. Besides the Sans, Alida Burton and Lola Elster, twenty-two
freshmen were invited. She engaged the restaurant for the evening and
spared no pains and expense to make the dinner what she termed a
Following on the heels of her triumph strode calamity. The mail next
morning brought her a letter which lashed her into a furious rage. It
was a terse summons to appear at Doctor Matthews' office at eleven
o'clock that morning. More, the four lines comprising it had been
penned, not typed. Her instant surmise was that the summons had to do
with the recent accident of Katherine Langly. She could think of no
other reason for it, unlessLeslie turned pale. There was another
reason, but she preferred not to give it mind room. She boldly decided
that she would ignore the letter that morning. She would receive a
second summons. It would be easy enough to assert that she had not
received a first. This would give her time to see a certain person and
perhaps gain an inkling of what was in the wind.
An interview with the certain person yielded nothing. That person
was unable to throw light upon the reason for the summons. Two days
elapsed, then Leslie received a second communication too austere to be
disregarded. She went to the president's office in considerable
trepidation and emerged from it an hour later, her heavy features set
in anger. Undertaking to assume her usual nonchalant pose, she had been
brought with alarming suddenness to a wholesome respect for Doctor
Matthews' dignity. She had also received a lecture on reckless driving
which she was not likely to forget.
While it seems unfair to deprive students who are careful drivers
of the privilege of using their automobiles at college, simply because
careless young women like you will not conform to the traffic
conditions, it will come to that. Doctor Matthews was a study in cold
severity as he made this threatening statement. I shall take drastic
measures if another accident occurs as a result of speeding or reckless
driving on the part of a student. I have been informed, Miss Cairns,
that you are in the habit of exceeding the speed limit. It is a
particularly dangerous proceeding on the highways adjacent to the
college on account of the number of students who make a practice of
walking. Referring to the accident to Miss Langly. What restitution
could you have made if her back had been permanently injured? There is
nothing more pitiful than a helpless invalid. Remember that and see
that you are not the one to cause lifelong unhappiness or death by an
act of sheer lawlessness. Let this be the last offense of this kind on
Thus the president concluded his arraignment. Leslie left Hamilton
Hall with but one flaming purpose. She would be even with the person or
persons who had reported her to the president. Suspicion instantly
pointed out that Sanford crowd. She gave Katherine clearance of it,
strange to say. She preferred to lay the blame at either the door of
Marjorie or Jerry. Yet she had dark suspicions of Leila and Vera. Then
there were the freshmen who had been in Harriet Stephens' car. Harriet
had told her that they were in sympathy with Katherine's crowd. Whoever
was to blame would suffer for it. On that point she was determined.
Shortly after her return to Wayland Hall, she resolved to cut her
classes that day. Leslie received a telephone call. It was not
unexpected. She had notified the maid that she would be in her room in
case she should be called on the 'phone. Her sullen features cleared a
trifle as she listened to the voice at the other end of the wire.
All right, she said in guarded tones. The students had already
begun to drop in from the last recitations of the morning. Nine
o'clock sharp. I'll walk. I'm not going to take chances of attracting
attention. Yes, I know where you mean. It's not far from Baretti's.
Don't fail me. Goodbye.
On her way to her room she encountered Natalie. Come with me, she
Where were you this morning? Natalie asked. Professor Futelle was
awfully fussed about absentees. Eight girls cut French today.
Where was I? I was in bad, I'll say. What? Well, I guess. I got a
second summons this A. M. I couldn't side-step it. His high and
mightiness had the whole story of the accident from some tattle-tale.
He wouldn't give me a chance to say a word hardly. One more break in
the speeding line and our cars go home for good. He certainly laid down
the law to me. I've a mind to tell you something else. Leslie paused
before the door of her room, hand on the knob.
What is it? You know I never tell tales, Les. Natalie eyed the
other girl reproachfully. That's more than you can say of your other
You are right about that, Nat, Leslie conceded. She motioned
Natalie into the room and closed the door. Laura says she knows who
told Doctor Matthews. I'm to meet her tonight. Keep that dark. I don't
want a person besides you to know it. I'm to meet her behind that clump
of lilac bushes the other side of Baretti's. You know; where that old
house was torn down.
Natalie nodded. She was inwardly jubilant at having thus been given
Leslie's confidence. It was quite like old times. Have you any idea
who told? she questioned, trying to hide her gratification under an
air of calm interest.
No. I'm positive it wasn't Langly. She gave me her word that she
would drop the whole thing. A goody-goody dig like her would not break
it. I'll tell you as soon as I come back. Come here at ten. I shall not
be later than ten-fifteen. I intend to put up a 'Busy' sign tonight so
as to keep the girls out of here before I start. They know better than
to try to get by it, too.
At precisely twenty minutes to nine that evening Leslie took the
Busy placard from her door and locking it proceeded to the
rendezvous. She had put on a long dark motor coat and a black velour
sports hat. The instant she had left the Hall's premises behind her she
pulled the hat low over her face and broke into a run. An expert tennis
player, she was swift and nimble of foot. Only once she paused,
stepping behind a thicket of rhododendron bushes until a party of girls
returning from town passed by. Once off the campus, she kept to the
darker side of the road and was soon at the designated spot.
Her brisk run had brought her to the meeting place ahead of time. It
was five minutes before the faint sound of a footfall among the fallen
leaves rewarded her small stock of patience. Leslie's hand sought the
pocket of her coat. A tiny stream of white light outlined the figure
now very close to her. Instantly she snapped off the light with a soft
ejaculation of satisfaction.
You should not have turned that light on me, objected the other
dark figure rather pettishly. We might be seen from the road.
Not a soul passing, Leslie assured. I was not going to take
chances of hailing the wrong party.
Please remember that I have to be even more careful than you. No
one must ever be allowed to suspect that we know each other. Laura
Sayres spoke with cool precision.
Is that what you came all the way here to tell me? Leslie gave a
short laugh. It announced that she was on the verge of being
Of course it isn't. Laura prudently retreated from her lofty
stand. While she enjoyed grumbling, she was too cowardly at heart to
venture to do more. I couldn't say a word over the 'phone today. I
will tell you now and quickly for I have a long walk home and the road
is quite lonely in places.
Sorry I couldn't bring my car, but I didn't dare, carelessly
apologized Leslie. She divined that Laura was somewhat peeved because
she had not.
Oh, it doesn't matter. Now I don't know just how much this
information will be worth to you Miss Sayres paused. I can only
Give it to me and I'll do the square thing by you. Leslie frowned
in the darkness.
Oh, I don't mean in money, weakly defended Miss Sayres. I mean
that it's circumstantial. You must form your own opinion from what I
I understand. Leslie quite understood that despite the secretary's
protest she was not above being mercenary. Go ahead.
Last Tuesday afternoon about five o'clock I was just starting for
home from Doctor Matthews' house, when who should come marching up the
walk but Miss Dean, related Laura. I wondered what brought her there.
As soon as the maid let her in I turned and went back. I had made up my
mind to wait around until she came out. I have a key to the front door
now. One day when college first opened the doctor sent me over to the
house for some papers he needed. No one was at home and I had to go
back to Hamilton Hall without them. He had a key made for me right
after that. You see I occupy a position of trust. No wonder I have to
I see; but what about Miss Dean? Leslie promptly switched the
secretary back to her original subject.
I am coming to that. I decided after I got as far as the veranda to
let myself into the house. I supposed Miss Dean had come to see the
doctor. The minute I stepped inside I heard voices. The door of the
office was open just a little. I did not dare stand in the hall so I
slipped into the living room. It is directly opposite the office. I
couldn't understand a word Miss Dean said, but I heard the doctor say
he was incensed at the behavior of someone, and that they would have to
come before the Board. Then he said that if someone, I couldn't find
out who, refused to do something or other, she would have to leave
college. It remained for him to write her.
I heard Miss Dean say very plainly: 'It is a case of the innocent
having to suffer with the guilty.' They talked a little more, but both
lowered their voices. I heard the doctor's chair turn and knew he was
going to get up from it. I made the quickest move I ever made and slid
out the door. I had left it a little open. Sure enough, in a minute or
two Miss Dean came out of the house and went away.
I think that's pretty good proof against the foxy little wretch.
Leslie's voice was thick with wrath. She was still smarting from the
morning's humiliation. I wish I could tell you how I hate that little
sneak. I'll get back at her, believe me.
I certainly would, if I were you. Just to be on the safe side I
went into the house and stopped at the office door. I said, 'If you
have nothing more for me to do I will go now, Doctor Matthews.' I
thought perhaps he would ask me to write the letter he had spoken of.
Not he. He said: 'No, thank you, Miss Sayres. You need not have
waited.' So I had no excuse to stay.
That's another proof. The letter he sent me was penned. You have
picked the culprit, all right enough. I have an idea I know how to deal
with her. Leslie threatened in an excess of spite. One thing more and
then we must beat it. Do you believe that Remson affair will ever leak
out? I shiver every time I think of it. That was a bold stroke.
It doesn't worry me. I know enough about Miss Remson to know she
will keep far away from Doctor Matthews after the letter she received
from him. The one he received from her, after she had been over to see
him, made him think she had had a heart-to-heart talk with you girls
and you'd all promised to do differently. He wouldn't interfere after
that. Unless they should happen to meet, which isn't likely, matters
will stay as they are. I destroyed the letter supposed to be from Miss
Remson. The doctor told me to file it, but if he ever asked for it I
would pretend not to be able to find it. He wouldn't remember what she
wrote. While I am his secretary I can manage the affair. As time passes
it will be forgotten. Doctor Matthews would not mention it if he
happened to meet Miss Remson. That's not his way.
Glad to hear it. It lifts a weight from my mind. I've only one more
year at Hamilton after this. My father expects me to be graduated with
honor. He would never forgive me if I were to be expelled from Hamilton
at this late date. Leslie was moved out of her usual indifferent pose.
Fear of exposure gripped her hard at times.
Better let this Miss Dean alone, was Laura's succinct advise. I
hear she is very popular on the campus. She looks independent enough to
take up for herself. Be careful she doesn't turn the tables on you as
she did last spring.
Not this time. She won't like my methods, but she won't be able to
prove that they are mine. In fact she won't know where to place the
CHAPTER XVI. FAIR PLAY AND NO
Phyllis Moore accepted her defeat with the easy grace which was
hers. Her freshman supporters were not so ready to give in. They gave
up the ghost with marked displeasure. Forty-five members of the class
had voted for her. They had shown open and hearty disapproval of
Elizabeth Walbert. The other three officers were more to their liking,
but the Sans' electioneering had left a rift in the freshman lute which
promised plenty of discord later on. Though every member of the class
had attended the picnic as a matter of courtesy, the finer element had
been privately weary of the affair before the afternoon was over. The
Sans' efforts to mould the freshmen to their views merely resulted in
amalgamating stray groups to one solid formation. A fact they were
presently to discover.
The election of officers had occurred much later than was the rule.
The excitement attendant upon it had hardly died out before the
freshman frolic loomed large on their horizon. With the sophomore class
almost entirely free from snobbish influences, the dance promised to be
an occasion of undiluted enjoyment. The humbler freshmen off the campus
were the first to receive invitations from the sophs. Those sophs who
still clung to the Sans were only a handful. The freshies of Elizabeth
Walbert's faction found that the majority of them would be without
special escort unless the juniors or seniors came to their rescue.
Rallied to duty by Alida Burton and Lola Elster, the Sans
magnanimously stepped into the breach. They, in turn, brought certain
of their junior and senior allies to the aid of the escortless. It was
a sore point, however, among a number of freshmen who had voted for
Miss Walbert that the sophomores had passed them by for mere
off-the-campus students. It served as a quiet lesson by which a few of
them afterward profited.
Eager to regain her lost laurels, Natalie Weyman was insistent that
Lola and Alida should ask the entertainment committee to give another
What do you take me for? was Lola's derisive reply when Natalie
asked her for the third time to try to bring the contest about. I'd
just as soon ask Prexy Matthews to dye his hair pink as to ask those
snippies to give a Beauty parade. Kiss yourself good-bye, Nat. You
didn't win it last year. Nuff said.
Whereupon Natalie took pains to confide to anyone who would listen
to her that she thought Lola Elster the rudest, slangiest person she
had ever had the misfortune to meet.
Marjorie could not recall a festivity for which she had worked hard
beforehand and enjoyed more than the preparation for the freshman hop.
Going to the woods to gather the spicy, fragrant pine boughs and
gorgeous armfuls of autumn leaves and scarlet mountain ash berries for
decorations was purest pleasure. No less did she revel in the hours
spent in beautifying the gymnasium in honor of the baby class. Everyone
concerned in the labor was so good-natured and jolly that an atmosphere
of harmony permeated the big room and hovered over it on the night of
Even the Sans appeared to imbibe a little of that genial atmosphere
and behaved at the frolic with less arrogance than was their wont when
appearing socially. Leslie Cairns alone of them flatly refused to be
present. She wheedled Joan Myers into escorting Elizabeth Walbert to
the dance and remained in her room in a magnificent fit of sulks. She
was too greatly inflamed against Marjorie to endure going where she
would be in close touch with her for an evening. She therefore amused
herself that evening in planning the cherished move she intended to
make against Marjorie.
Perhaps I ought not say it, but I had a good deal better time
tonight than at the frolic last year, Muriel confided to her chums
between yawns. Discipline being lax they had gathered in Ronny's and
Lucy's room after the dance for a cup of hot chocolate and sweet
I know I had, emphasized Marjorie. Everyone seemed to go in for a
good time tonight.
The Sans unbent a little, didn't they? commented Jerry. That was
because their boss stayed away. Those girls might become civilized in
time without Leslie Cairns on the job.
They were a little more gracious, agreed Ronny. I don't know how
the rest of you feel about it. I am glad the frolic is over. I am
tired. We have been stirred up ever since we came back to college.
First over Miss Remson's trouble. Next came the Sans' move to grab all
the freshmen. Then Kathie's accident, and after that the commotion over
the freshie election. We were all keyed up to quite a pitch over that
on account of Phil. Now the dance is over. What next? Nothing, I fondly
hope. I am going to lead the student life, provided I am allowed to do
You forget basket ball, reminded Muriel.
I am going to try to forget it, retorted Ronny so wearily that her
tone elicited a chorus of giggles. I don't play the game, thank my
I shall, if I have a chance, Muriel asserted. How about you,
I am going to try for a place on the team this year, Marjorie
announced in a purposeful manner. I hope we get a fair try-out. I
really want to play. I like Professor Leonard's appearance. Helen had
quite a long talk with him the other day. He is a seasoned basket ball
player. He played center on a western college team the whole four years
of his college course. He is going to arrange for a series of try-outs
to be held next week. He thinks each class ought to have its own team.
The seniors never play, though.
Since those are his sentiments, they sound as if he were strictly
on the square, approved Jerry. I mean, he is a real basket-ball
enthusiast. The real ones won't stand for unfairness.
Miss Reid will be a cipher in b. b. plans this year and I am good
and glad of it, exulted Muriel. Professor Leonard looks to me like a
person who wouldn't show favoritism. He certainly has lots of the right
kind of energy.
Muriel's opinion of the young professor of physical culture proved
correct. On Monday following the freshman dance, a notice appeared on
the official bulletin board stating that on Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday and Friday afternoon of that week basket-ball try-outs for
freshman, sophomore, junior and senior teams, respectively, would be
held at four-thirty o'clock in the gymnasium. It bore the pertinent
signature: James Leonard, Director Athletics and Gymnasium.
Freshmen and sophomores hailed it with delight. The juniors were not
so enthusiastic, though it was noised about that there would be a
junior team composed of Sans, if they could manage to make it. The
seniors from the height of their dignity smiled tolerantly but refused
to commit themselves.
Determined to be in touch with the game from the very beginning,
Muriel, Jerry and Marjorie attended the freshman try-out. Ronny begged
off on account of a chemical experiment she was anxious to make. Lucy
declared, that, if she attended the sophomore try-out on Tuesday she
considered that a sufficiency of basket ball.
Under the expert and impartial direction of Professor Leonard, the
freshman try-out was conducted with a snap and precision which left
nothing to be desired in the minds of those students who had yearned
for fair play. It brought confusion to a certain clique of freshmen,
headed by Elizabeth Walbert, who had reckoned on some of their
particular friends carrying off the honors and being appointed to the
team. The despatch with which the aspirants were made up into squads
and tried out against each other was a joy to witness. The energetic
director weeded out the defective players in short order. His searching
eyes missed not a movement, clever or bungling. The five girls finally
picked to play on the official freshman team were a survival of the
fittest. Among them was Phyllis Moore. Further, she was given the
position of center and roundly complimented by the director for what he
termed her whirlwind playing. This triumph pleased boyish Phyllis far
more than winning the class presidency could have done. Barbara Severn,
the Baltimore freshie, who Marjorie had looked out for on her arrival
at Hamilton, won the position of right guard, and was also praised for
Once the team was chosen the director put them through fifteen
minutes of snappy play. Their fast and nimble work elicited rousing
cheers from the large audience of students who had dropped in to
witness the try-out.
Isn't it great that both Phil and Barbara won? bubbled Robin Page.
Half a dozen Silverton Hall girls had joined Marjorie's group after the
try-out, preparatory to giving the successful aspirants a special
ovation as soon as they should leave the floor. Phil and Barbara are
awfully chummy, so they'll be pleased to the skies.
I think they are a great combination, returned Jerry. They are
our catches. We hooked them when we went freshie fishing. I like the
way they look after Anna Towne, too. She is lucky to have them for
Phil is very fond of her, you know, smiled Robin, and Barbara is
a dear. She is a real Southern aristocrat. She has the gentlest,
kindest ways and the sweetest voice! She and Phil are the really great
hopes of the freshman class, I think.
You know what the Bible says about the little leaven leavening the
whole lump. Jerry spoke with sudden seriousness. Maybe Phil and
Barbara will turn out to be the particular kind of leaven the freshies
need. I suppose they wouldn't feel especially complimented at being
classed as a 'lump,' but then what they don't hear will never hurt
them, she added, her serious face breaking into its irresistible
I only hope we do as well tomorrow as Phil and Barbara, Muriel
said irrelevently, her brown eyes fixed in some trepidation on the
alert director. That man's eyes seem to be everywhere at once. Nothing
gets by him.
We will have to hustle if we expect recognition from him, I know
that. There are some fine players among the sophs, too. You know how
well that team chosen after the fuss with Miss Reid could play. I think
Robin is a better player than I, Marjorie turned to Robin with a
No, siree! I have heard marvelous reports of your playing,
differed Robin with energy.
You have a bitter disappointment ahead of you tomorrow then,
retorted Marjorie. You'll probably see me relegated to the scrub, sub
or dub class.
I prophesy all three of you modest violets will make the team. The
real exhibition will be on Thursday afternoon. The strenuous Sans and
the dictatorial director; or, what's the use without Miss Reid? They
will learn a few points of the game before he gets through with them. I
wouldn't miss that try-out for a good deal. Jerry was deriving an
impish satisfaction from the prospect of the Sans' encounter to come
with Professor Leonard.
The next afternoon brought a large and interested audience to the
gymnasium. Robin Page had many well wishers in all three of the upper
classes. Leila and Vera also headed a goodly company who were anxious
to see Marjorie and Muriel make the team. The Sans came in a body to
cheer Lola Elster and Alida Burton on to victory. They had attended the
freshman try-out and seen a team selected which contained not one of
their allies. They had also learned that Professor Leonard was not to
be deceived for an instant. Only the fairest kind of fair play would be
acceptable to him. Leslie Cairns was confident that Lola Elster would
make the sophomore team. Of the skill of her junior chums as players
she was openly doubtful. She rudely hooted at their avowed intention to
enter the lists.
You girls are punk players, one and all. Why make simpletons of
yourselves tomorrow? she inquired of Joan and Natalie. You need at
least a month's drill to put you in trim. Proffy Smarty Alec will chase
you off the floor.
You're so hateful, Les, bitterly complained Joan. We stand as
good a chance as can be at the junior try-out. I happen to know that we
Sans are almost the only juniors who are going to try for the team.
Some of us will be picked. He's a fine coach. He will soon put our team
in good form.
Go to it and be happy, Leslie laughed. You will so enjoy being
ragged every three minutes by that conceited tyrant. I am not going to
throw cold water on your fond hopes, but don't cry if he can't see you
as a junior team.
CHAPTER XVII. GENERAL CAIRNS TO
The series of try-outs, plus the directorship of Professor Leonard,
caused basket ball interest to soar to exceptional heights. The
sophomore try-outs brought even a larger number of students to the
scene than did the freshman test. About thirty-five sophs essayed to
make the team. None of the aspirants could be classed as poor players,
and it took the approving director a trifle longer than at the previous
try-out to pick the team.
Muriel was among the first two fives to be called to the floor.
Always to be depended upon in bygone high school days, she had not
fallen off as a player. During the fifteen minutes of brisk play, she
was conspicuous by reason of her clever work with the ball. Watching
her eagerly, Marjorie could only hope to do as well when her turn came
At Sanford High School she had often been rated by enthusiastic fans
as the star player of the school. She had formerly loved the game and
played it with all her might. Now the old delightful fascination for it
thrilled her anew. She forgot everything save the fact that she was
once more to tussle for the ball. Robin Page had been called to the
opposing five. From the moment Professor Leonard put the ball in play
at center she and Marjorie amply demonstrated their right to be classed
as stars. Applause was not slow in coming from the interested
spectators. The sophs raised their voices in cries of Robin Page!
Marjorie Dean!Who are they? They're all right! Some players! Rah,
rah, rah! and similar calls of noisy appreciation. Even Professor
Leonard smiled at the racket that ensued when Marjorie made a clever
throw to basket after spiritedly dodging her opponents.
When finally the try-out ended and the official soph team was named,
it consisted of Robin, Muriel, Marjorie, Grace Dearborn and Marie
Peyton. To Marjorie fell the honor of center and a more delighted,
astonished girl than she would have been hard to find.
You deserve center, Robin delightedly wrung her hand. You are a
better player than I and I don't mind a bit. Oh, Marjorie! Think what
fun we shall have whipping all the other teams. We have a wonderful
This was the consensus of opinion. Knowing fans were already
predicting easy victories for the sophomore team that season. The
moment the winning five had been announced Lola Elster disappeared. Her
mortification at having failed to make the team would not permit her to
remain and meet the Sans. She knew Leslie Cairns would be disappointed,
and, consequently, in a bad humor. Her own state of chagrin was such
that a word from Leslie would have brought on a quarrel. Lola prudently
decided to vanish until the keen edge of Leslie's displeasure should
have worn itself off.
The fast playing they had witnessed that afternoon went far to
dampen the Sans' ardor to try for the junior team. That evening they
held a consultation in Joan's room on the subject. In the end, however,
they could not resist the desire to make themselves prominent. They
agreed to play their best, and, if chosen, to hire a coach and practice
assiduously. Leslie was present at the discussion and brimming with
derision. You had better keep off the floor, was her rough advice.
You'll make a worse showing than Lola did and she was hopeless.
Spurred by Leslie's jibes the Sans resolved to put forth every
effort at their try-out to make a decent showing. Other than themselves
there were not more than half a dozen aspirants. Thus their chances
were good. Having closely watched the director's methods at two
try-outs they knew what would be expected of them. They had also
learned a number of things about basket ball that they had not known
before. Whether they could apply this knowledge to their own playing on
such short notice was a question.
When the fateful junior try-out was over, Professor Leonard was of
the private opinion that he had made a mistake in attempting to carry
basket ball beyond the sophomore year. Nevertheless he selected a team
from junior material, such as it was, and proceeded to tersely address
them. Joan Myers, Natalie Weyman and Harriet Stephens represented the
Sans. The other two players chosen were a Miss Hale and a small
sprightly junior, Nina Merrill.
You young women are all sadly out of practice. You can play a fair
game if you go to work and spend some time on the floor. You are away
behind the freshmen and sophomores. You would be white-washed by either
team if you met them now. Your playing is too slow. Learn to move fast.
That is essential in basket ball. On a man's team, the moment a player
begins to show a slowing down he is dropped. Quick work; that is the
beauty of this game. Come here regularly for practice and I will help
The frank opinion of the director, delivered in impersonal kindness,
the Sans found hard to swallow. Self-willed and self-centered, they
bore honest criticism very badly. Neither were they appreciative of his
offer to aid them in their practice.
I think it is fine in Professor Leonard to offer to help us,
ventured Nina Merrill to Joan Myers as the director walked away. The
team had been standing in a group during the short address.
Really, I hadn't thought about it. Joan's tones were chilling.
Nina was a nobody in her estimation and must be treated as such.
You must be most unappreciative. Stung by the snub she had
received, Nina spoke straight from her heart. Then she turned and
Why, the idea! An angry flush overspread Joan's face. To be
treated to a dose of her own medicine did not set well.
Just then Leslie Cairns joined them and Joan forgot her outraged
Come along, ordered Leslie. Get your togs changed in a hurry. I
am going to blow you three girls to eats at the Ivy. Beat it out of the
dressing room without saying where you're going. I want to talk to you
three and I am not strong for entertaining the gang. You did better
than I thought you would. What was Leonard haranguing you about?
He raked us down for being out of practice. Said he would coach us
if we'd come regularly to the gym. Natalie made a contemptuous
Tell him to fly away, shrugged Leslie. You don't need his
coaching. I have a better plan. Let's be moving.
The quartette walked away without a word of farewell to Ruth Hale,
who had been standing near them. She was also beneath their notice.
You had a lot to say about our punk playing before the
try-out, Les. What do you think of Lola? She certainly didn't
distinguish herself. Natalie could not conceal her satisfaction at
Don't mention it. Leslie's heavy brows met. I was sore enough at
the little dummy to shake her. She let the other five put it all over
her. I haven't seen her since she flivvered and I don't want to.
She never could play basket ball, was Natalie's lofty assertion.
She didn't show any signs of it yesterday, Leslie grimly agreed.
I'll meet you girls at the garage, she directed with a brusque change
of subject. I am going over there for my car. It's good way to lose
the gang. They won't look for us there.
What do you think of Les? inquired Joan with raised brows as the
two girls entered the dressing room. Before Lola flivvered she was
simply insufferable. Today she is positively affable. She's down on
Lola. That's one reason.
I wish she'd stay down on her, responded Natalie with fervor. Les
and I have never been as good pals since Lola Elster entered Hamilton.
Now listen to me, Nat. Leslie likes you just as well as she ever
did. Joan broke forth with some impatience. She runs around with Lola
and Bess Walbert, I know, and makes a fuss over them. She is perfectly
aware that it makes you sore. She does it to be tantalizing. Les likes
to keep something going all the time. It is a wonder to me that she
hasn't been expelled from college for some of the tricks she has put
over. What you must do is to pay no attention to her when she is
aggravating. Don't quarrel with her. She enjoys that. Simply behave as
though you couldn't see her at all. It will cure her. I'd rather see
her chummy with you than Lola or Bess, either. Bess Walbert can't tell
the truth to save her neck, and Lola is a selfish kid who thinks of no
one but herself.
That's all true, Joan, Natalie said with unusual meekness. I will
really try to treat Les as you suggest.
It was not necessary that evening to treat Leslie as Joan had
advised. She was amiability itself. After ordering dinner, composed of
the most expensive items on the menu, she rested her elbows on the
table and announced: I am going to hire a coach for you three girls. I
have the address of an all-around sportsman who will teach you a few
plays that no one can get by.
But, Les, we can't do much with only three to play, objected Joan.
You don't want those two sticks of juniors at our private practice do
Not so you could notice them. You won't have to play a trio. The
coach will make four and Leslie paused. I shall make a fifth. I
need the exercise. The coach needs the money. Besides, I propose to
hire a hall.
Joan and Natalie tittered at this last. Leslie smiled in her
I met this man at the beach last summer. He was coaching a private
track team. He knows every trick in the sports category. He told me
there were lots of ways of fussing one's opponents in basket ball
besides treating them roughly. He said he had a regular line of what he
called 'soft talk' that he had used with splendid effect. He gave me
his address and said if ever I needed his services to write him. I had
told him enough about the game here so he understood me. I understand
him, too. This is my idea, she continued, leaning far forward and
lowering her voice.
For ten minutes she talked on, her listeners paying strict and
It's a great plan, admiringly approved Joan when Leslie had
finished. It will take cleverness and nerve, though.
I doubt if I can do it, deprecated Harriet.
Certainly you can do it. After you work a week or two with this
coach and learn his methods you will be O. K. You will have to give
three afternoons a week to it; maybe more. I'll drive to Hamilton and
hire that hall tomorrow. I'll wire the coach before we go back to the
campus tonight. He's in New York and I can have him here by Saturday.
It's going to cost oodles of money. Why are you so bent on doing
it, Les? Joan asked curiously.
I won't be kept out of things. Leslie turned almost fiercely upon
her questioner. I loathe that nippy Robina Page and I hate Marjorie
Dean and her crowd. They can play basket ball, I'll admit. I'll show
them they are not the only stars. You girls have got to take a game
away from them. You are not to play them for a while. You are to whip
the freshies first. They are a handful, too. Later, you are to beat the
sophs. With the help of Ramsey, this coach, you can do it, and I know
CHAPTER XVIII. THE SOFT TALK.
The senior try-out did not take place on Friday. No aspirants
appeared at the gymnasium. The seniors were not ambitious to shine as
basket-ball stars. The freshmen went to work at once to perfect their
playing under the willing guidance of Professor Leonard. The soph team
was not quite so zealous, but put in at least two afternoons a week at
practice. This team was the pride of the active director's heart. He
assured them more than once that they could meet a team of professional
men players and acquit themselves with credit. If he wondered why the
junior five did not take advantage of his offer, he made no comment.
While he took a deep interest in basket ball, he left all the
arrangements of the games to the senior sports committee, preferring to
allow them to do the managing.
Owing to the delay in forming the teams, no games were scheduled to
be played until after Thanksgiving. Directly college routine was
resumed after that holiday the freshmen challenged the sophomores to
meet them on the eighth of December. The sophs graciously accepted the
challenge and beat the freshies after one of the hardest fought
contests that had ever taken place at Hamilton. The score stood 24-22
in favor of the sophs when the game ended, and the tumult which ensued
could be heard half way across the campus. The freshmen had fought so
gallantly they came in for almost as much acclamation as the winners.
Ready to give the defeated team an opportunity to square itself, the
sophs challenged the freshmen to meet them on the following Saturday.
The unexpected illness of Phyllis Moore, who contracted a severe cold
on the eve of the game, resulted in a postponement. The freshmen team
did not wish to play without Phyllis, though they announced themselves
ready to do so by appointing a sub to her position. The sophs, however,
would not hear to this. Thus the postponement was satisfactory to all
The junior team, in the meantime, were keeping strictly in the
background. Secretly the coach, Milton Ramsey, had been established in
a hotel in the town of Hamilton and was busily engaged with Leslie's
team. Never had Joan, Harriet and Natalie had to work so hard. Not only
must they practice in secret. Leslie decreed that they would have to
practice in the gymnasium with the other two chosen members of the team
in order to keep up appearances. She was a hard taskmaster, but she
kept her companions in good humor by expensive presents and treats.
Further, she assured them that once they had beaten the sophs they
could drop basket ball for the rest of the year.
The rest of the Sans were not blind to the fact that the four girls
were deep in some private scheme of their own. Coolly informed by
Leslie to mind their own affairs and they would live longer and wear
better, they gossiped about the situation among themselves and let it
go at that. The majority of them were not doing well in their subjects
and they were constrained to turn their attention for a time to the
more serious side of college.
Christmas came, with its dearly coveted home holidays, and the
Lookouts gladly laid down their books for the bliss of being re-united
with their home folks and beloved friends. This time Lucy Warner spent
Christmas at home, taking Katherine with her. A four weeks' illness of
Miss Humphrey's secretary had given Lucy the position of substitute.
This unexpected stretch of work had furnished her the means with which
to spend Christmas with her mother. The registrar privately remarked to
President Matthews that Lucy was the most able secretary she had ever
For a week following the Christmas vacation, spreads and
jollifications were the order in the campus houses. As Jerry pensively
observed, after a feast in Leila's room, the world seemed principally
made of fruit cakes, preserves and five-pound boxes of chocolates.
I'm always crazy to go home at Christmas, yet it is pretty nice to
be back here again, she remarked to Marjorie one evening soon after
their return to Hamilton, as she sealed and addressed a long letter to
I am so homesick the first two or three days after I come back that
nothing seems right, Marjorie said rather soberly. College soon
swallows that up, though. I think about General and Captain just as
often, but it doesn't hurt so much. Goodness knows we have enough to
busy us here. My subjects are so difficult this term. Then there's
basket ball. The freshmen are clamoring now for a game. Our team will
re-issue that challenge soon, I know.
What do those junior basket-ball artists think they are going to
do, I wonder? Jerry tilted her nose in disdain. I hear they are
practicing quite regularly in the gym. They simply ignore Professor
Leonard. I mean the three Sans. Miss Hale and Miss Merrill are awfully
cross about it. They have to play with the team, and it seems Leslie
Cairns is coaching it, or trying to.
I heard she was. I didn't know she could play. Funny the juniors
don't challenge either the freshies or us.
They wouldn't win from either team. Jerry shook a prophetic head.
The Sans seem to have settled down to minding their own affairs since
Kathie was hurt. I guess that subdued them a little. They slid out of
that scrape easily. Hope they practice minding their own business for
the rest of the year. Ronny says she is amazed that they can do so.
Three days later the sophomore team re-issued their challenge. Sent
to the freshmen on Monday, the game took place on the Saturday after.
Another battle was waged and the score at the close of the game was
28-26 in favor of the sophs. It seemed that the freshmen could not
surmount the fatal two points. Deeply disappointed, they bore the
defeat with the greatest good nature. They were too fond of the victors
to show spleen. Nothing daunted, they challenged the sophs to meet them
again two weeks from that Saturday.
The next Monday a surprise awaited them. They received a challenge
from the junior team to play them on the Saturday of that week. Though
not enthusiastic over the honor, they accepted. Nor could they be
blamed for being privately confident that they would win the game. It
stood to reason that if they could so nearly tie their score with the
sophs, the juniors would not be difficult to vanquish.
When Saturday rolled around and the game was called, they took the
floor, quietly confident of victory. It seemed as though the entire
student body had turned out to witness the game. There had been plenty
of comment on the campus at Leslie Cairns' sudden whim of acting as
coach. Curiosity as to what kind of showing the juniors would make as a
result of her efforts at coaching had brought many girls to the scene.
Before the game began the freshman team were somewhat puzzled at the
extreme affability of the three Sans' members of the opposing team. The
trio met them as they emerged from the dressing room and hailed them as
though they had been long lost friends. The impression of this
unexpected cordiality had not died out of the five freshmen's minds
when the toss-up was made. As the game proceeded they became dimly
aware that this fulsome show of affability was being continued. Pitted
against the junior team, as they were, it was most annoying. Nor did
the three Sans play the game in silence. Whenever they came into close
contact with one or more of the freshmen, they had something to say. It
was not more than a hasty sentence or two uttered in a peculiarly soft
tone. The effect, however, was disconcerting. Soon it became maddening.
Involuntarily the one addressed strained the ear to catch the import. A
sudden exclamation or ejaculation would have passed unnoticed. This
purposely continued flow of soft remark drew the attention of the
hearer just enough to interfere with both speed and initiative.
Not until the first half of the game had been played did it dawn
fully upon the freshmen that they were being subjected to an
interference as unfair as any bodily move to hamper would have been.
Further, the three girls were doing it very cleverly. It was not
hampering their playing in the least. Ruth Hale and Nina Merrill were
playing with honest vim and in silence. Their sturdy work was equal to
that of any of the opposing team save Phyllis. She was as brilliant a
player as her cousin, Robin Page. Being, however, of a nervous,
high-strung temperament, the three Sans' tactics had effected her most
of all. As a consequence, she missed the basket two different times.
Besides that, she grew disheartened with the thought that she was
playing badly and missed opportunities at the ball that would never
have ordinarily slipped by her.
The end of the first half of the game found the score 12-8 in favor
of the juniors. The instant it was over Phyllis, who captured her team,
gathered them into one of the several small rooms off the gymnasium.
Girls, she said, in low intense tones, her blue eyes flashing,
you understand what those three Sans are trying hard to do. Miss Hale
and Miss Merrill are innocent. We can complain to the sports committee
and stop the game, but I'd rather not. Basket ball rules ban striking,
tripping and such malicious interferences. They don't ban talking.
These cheats know it. They annoyed me, because I wasn't expecting any
such trick. I never played worse. We are four points behind. It's
principally my fault, too. All we can do with dignity to ourselves is
to try not to notice their ragging during the second half.
Queer kind of ragging, sputtered Janet Baird. If they'd say mean
things we'd know better how to take them. Miss Weyman said right in my
ear, last half, 'You freshies certainly play a fast game. How do you do
it?' Her voice was as sweet as could be. It got on my nerves. Only for
a second or so, but long enough to take my attention from the ball.
That was her object.
The other members of the team had similar instances to relate. The
ten minutes' rest between halves was turned into an indignation
meeting. When the recall whistle blew, the incensed five took the floor
in anything but the collected, impersonal mood the game demanded.
The three Sans had spent their intermission talking to Leslie. She
was in high good humor over the success of her scheme. You have them
going. Don't let up on them a minute. See that they don't make up those
four points. Hale and Merrill are playing finely.
They don't suspect a thing, either, declared Natalie. I am afraid
those freshies will set up a squeal to the sports committee if we win.
If? You must win. No ifs about it, decreed Leslie. What can they
say? You haven't broken the rules of the game. If they make a kick
about it they put themselves in the sorehead class.
Thus encouraged by their leader, the elated trio returned to the
floor primed for more mischief. Advised by Leslie, they kept quiet
during the first five minutes. Expecting to be again assailed by the
irritating murmurs, the freshmen met with a welcome silence on the part
of their tormentors. It lasted just long enough for the ragging to be
doubly irritating when it began afresh. Now on the defensive, the
freshman five steeled themselves to endure it with stoicism.
Nevertheless, it was a strain and put them at a subtle disadvantage.
They managed to make up two of the points they had lost. Fate then
entered the lists against them. Janet Baird made the serious mistake of
throwing the ball into the wrong basket. This elicited vociferous
cheering from junior fans and spurred their team on to the fastest
playing they had done since the beginning of the game. Needless to say
they dropped their unfair tactics at the last and fought with fierce
energy to pile up their score. The freshmen also picked up on the
closing few minutes, but the game ended 24-20 in favor of the juniors.
The losing team made straight for their dressing room, there to
relieve their pent-up feelings. Very soon afterward they were visited
by the sophomore team. They had attended the game in a body and had not
been slow to see that things were all wrong.
Don't feel down-hearted about it, sympathized Marjorie, as Janet
Baird began bewailing her unlucky mistake of baskets. We know how
things were. So do lots of others. If the juniors should challenge you
to another game, don't accept the challenge. We sophs hope they will
challenge us. We think they will and try the same tactics with us. Then
we are going to teach them one good lesson. After that we shall ignore
them as a team.
CHAPTER XIX. A CLAIM ON FRIENDSHIP.
After the sophomore five had heard a detailed account from Phyllis
of what had occurred on the floor, they were more determined than ever
on punishing the three offenders. The awkward hitch in their plans was
the fact that Miss Hale and Miss Merrill, though players on the team,
could not be included in their team mates' misdoings.
Some one ought to tell those two girls how matters stand, was
Ronny's energetic opinion. They must have been very dense not to see
and hear for themselves. If they noticed nothing was wrong during the
game, they must surely have heard things since. It's no secret on the
campus. Talk about a good illustration in psychology! It was a
deliberate attempt at retarding action by a malicious irritating of the
mind. I think I ought to cite it in psychology class.
Several days after the game Nina Merrill went privately to Phyllis
and frankly asked her a number of questions. Receiving blunt answers
which tallied with a rumor she had heard, she laid the matter before
Ruth Hale and both girls resigned from the junior team. This put the
remaining trio in a position they did not relish. The senior sports
committee having received the resignations of the two indignant juniors
accepted them without question. They appointed Dulcie Vale and Eleanor
Ray, both substitute players, to fill the vacancies. As the Sans had
been almost the only juniors to try for the team, the committee had
little choice in the matter. Their appointment brought elation to their
team mates and Leslie Cairns. Ramsey will soon put them in good trim,
she exulted. Don't wait for those sulky freshies to challenge you.
After the girls have had a week's practice, challenge the sophs and set
the date two weeks away. That will give Dulcie and Nell plenty of time
to learn the ropes.
The Saturday following the disastrous game between freshmen and
juniors saw the freshmen actually tie their score with the sophs.
According to fans it was one beautiful game and the freshies left the
floor vastly inspirited after their defeat of the previous week.
Meanwhile the sophomores calmly awaited the junior challenge. They were
better pleased to have the junior team composed entirely of Sans. They
would have a quintette of the same stripe with which to deal.
Before the challenge came, however, the St. Valentine masquerade,
the yearly junior dance, given on February fourteenth, claimed
attention. It was, perhaps, the most enjoyed of any Hamilton festivity.
What girl can resist the lure of a bal masque? The socially inclined
students often went to great pains and expense in the way of costumes.
Three prizes were always offered; one for the funniest, one for the
prettiest, and one for the most generally pleasing costume.
I don't know what to wear to the masquerade, Marjorie declared
rather dolefully. The Five Travelers were holding a meeting in hers and
Jerry's room. I'm in despair.
Go as a French doll, suggested Ronny. I have a pale blue net
frock made over flesh-colored taffeta. It will be sweet for you.
Shorten the skirt and it will make a stunning French doll costume. I
have heelless blue dancing slippers to match.
You're an angel. Isn't she, Jeremiah? Marjorie became all
animation. What are you going to wear, oh, generous fairy god-mother?
My butterfly costume. The one I danced in at the Sanford campfire.
What are you going to mask as, Jeremiah, curiously inquired Lucy.
Every time I see you I forget to ask you.
I am going as an infant, giggled Jerry. I shall wear a white lawn
frock, down to my heels, and one of those engaging baby bonnets. I
shall carry a rattle and a nursing bottle and wail occasionally to let
folks know I am around.
I don't want to dress up, but I suppose I'll have to, grumbled
Lucy. I'll go as a school girl, I guess. I can wear a checked gingham
dress I have and a white apron, by shortening them. White stockings and
white tennis shoes will go well with it. I'll wear my hair down my back
in two braids.
I shan't tell you what my costume's going to be. Only you will
never know me on that night. Muriel made this announcement with a
I would know you anywhere, contradicted Jerry. I'll bet you a
dinner at Baretti's that I'll walk up to you after the grand march and
say 'Hello, Muriel.'
I'll bet you you don't, was Muriel's confident reply.
This dance has put a large crimp in basket ball, Ronny suddenly
observed. It seems to be at a standstill. Vera said today that she
heard the juniors had challenged you sophs.
Not yet, returned Marjorie. Robin heard the same thing. She
mentioned it to me after chemistry today. Maybe we are due to get a
challenge tomorrow. If we do we will not take it up until after the
dance. We don't care to be bothered with it now. Do we, Muriel?
No, sir. After the masquerade is over we'll then turn our undivided
attention to laying the juniors up for the winter. That may be the last
game of the year, unless the freshies yearn for another. I am tired of
playing, to tell you the truth. I don't intend to play next year.
Nor I, Marjorie said. I like the good old game, but it takes up
so much of one's spare time. I shall go in for long walks for exercise.
I have never yet prowled around this part of the world as much as I
I see where I grow thin and sylph-like, beamed Jerry. I
shall accompany you on those prowls.
I think I'll join the united prowlers' association, too, laughed
Ronny. I'd love to have a chance to prowl about Hamilton Arms,
wouldn't you? I walked past there the other afternoon. They say that
old house is simply filled with antiques. They also say that Miss
Susanna Hamilton won't permit a student to set foot on the lawn. And
all because she fell out with a member of the Board. He must have done
something very serious.
It is too bad she has shut herself away from everyone, Marjorie
mused. She is probably unhappy. Leila says she looks like a little old
robin. Her hair isn't very gray and she is quite energetic. She has a
rose garden and digs in it a lot. Just to think. She could tell us the
most interesting things about Brooke Hamilton and we don't know
her and never will.
Sad but true, agreed Jerry without sadness.
During the short time that lay between them and the masquerade, the
Lookouts spent their free hours in arranging their costumes. Ronny had
to mend a broken place in one of her butterfly wings. Marjorie, Lucy
and Jerry had to turn needlewomen. While Marjorie and Lucy had to
shorten the skirts of their costumes, Jerry busied herself in
laboriously finishing the infant dress she had been working on for over
two weeks. I'll never go back to infancy again, after the masquerade,
believe me, she disgustedly declared. Let me tell you, this sweet
little baby gown is fearfully and wonderfully made. I know, for I took
every stitch in it.
The day before the dance the sophomore team received the junior
challenge to play them on the twenty-seventh of February. Purposely to
keep their unworthy opponents on the anxious seat they did not
immediately answer the notice sent them. Let them wait until after the
dance, Robin Page said scornfully. If we had not determined to teach
them a lesson, we would turn down their challenge and state our reason
in good plain English.
The evening of the St. Valentine masquerade was always a gala one on
the campus. Dinner was served promptly at five-thirty. By seven
o'clock, if the weather permitted, masked figures in twos, threes and
groups might be seen parading the campus. Eight o'clock saw the
beginning of the grand march. Unmasking took place at half-past nine.
Then the dance continued merrily until midnight.
Hurrying from Science Hall after her last recitation of the
afternoon, Marjorie crossed the campus at a swift run. She was anxious
to be early at the lavatory for a shower before the girls began to
arrive there in numbers. Coming hastily into the hall she glanced at
the bulletin board. In the rack above it, lettered with each resident's
name, was mail for her. She gave a gurgle of pleasure as she saw that
the topmost of two letters was in her mother's hand. The other was not
post-marked, which indicated that it had come from someone at the
college. She did not recognize the writing.
Saving her mother's letter to read later, she tore open the other
envelope as she went upstairs. On the landing beside a hall window she
stopped and drew forth the contents. Her bright face clouded a trifle
as she perused the note.
Dear Miss Dean: it read:
It is too bad to trouble you when I know you are getting ready
for the masquerade, but could you come over to my boarding
for a few minutes this evening at about half-past seven? I am
in great trouble and need your advice. I would ask you to come
earlier but this will be the best time for me. We moved this
week to the house two doors below the one I used to live in, so
stop at 852 instead of going on to 856. If you can find it in
your heart to come to me now I shall be deeply grateful. I am
in sore need of a friend. Please do not mention this to anyone.
CHAPTER XX. ALL ON ST. VALENTINE'S
Marjorie swallowed an inconvenient lump that rose in her throat. She
would go to Miss Towne, but it meant a total up-setting of her plans.
As she could not guess the freshman's trouble she could not gauge her
time. She might have to be gone for some time, although the note read
a few minutes. It was too bad. She felt a half desire to cry with
disappointment. If she went at once she could get it over with and not
miss the dance. But, no; the note specified half-past seven as the
Presently she rallied from her downcast mood and took sturdy hope.
Perhaps, after all, she would not be detained long. She was sure Anna
had done nothing wrong. It was more likely a financial difficulty which
confronted her. That would not be so hard to adjust. Jerry would have
to know. She decided that the other three Lookouts were entitled to
know also. She might have to call on them for help in Anna's case. They
were her close friends and fit to be trusted with a confidence. She
claimed the right to use her own judgment in the matter.
What a shame! was Jerry's disgruntled reception of the news. I
think it is selfish in her. Why couldn't she have waited until
tomorrow? It is probably a financial difficulty. She isn't the kind of
girl to break rules.
A member of her family may have died and she hasn't the money to go
home. It must be really serious, Marjorie soberly contended. I ought
to go and I will. There is no snow on the ground. I can dress before I
go and wear high overshoes and my fur coat and cap. Then, if I am not
kept there long, I can hustle to the gym and be there before the
Better pleased with this arrangement, Marjorie hastily gathered up
towels and toilet accessories and trotted off to the lavatory, leaving
Jerry to frowningly re-read the note. Jerry did not like it at all. She
wondered why Miss Towne could not have come to Wayland Hall instead of
putting her chum to the extra trouble of seeking her.
Dinner was eaten post haste that night by the excited participants
in the masquerade. Preparations having been the order so long
beforehand, it did not take the maskers long after dinner to get into
their costumes. They were eager to go outdoors and parade the campus,
the night being pleasantly snappy with an overhead studding of
Fearless in the matter of going out alone after dark where an errand
called her, Marjorie did not mind the rather lonely walk after leaving
the campus. In order to escape parties of maskers on the campus she
wore her own mask and therefore escaped special notice. Without it she
would have been challenged by every party of masks she met. This was a
favorite custom on this night. Frequently a member of the faculty was
caught in crossing the stretch of ground and gleefully interviewed.
Coming to the row of houses, in one of which Miss Towne resided,
Marjorie kept a sharp lookout for the number. The house where she had
formerly lived stood about the middle of the block. Finally she came to
852, which she found by means of a small pocket flashlight which she
usually carried at night. The arc light was too far up the street to be
of use to her in this.
Pausing at the bottom step of the dingy wooden veranda, Marjorie
surveyed the house with a feeling of depression. The two windows on the
left were without blinds and dark. There was a faint light in the hall
and in the room on the right. The two windows of this room had shades.
One was drawn down completely; the other was raised about eight inches
above the sill.
What a cheerless place, she murmured half aloud. It is worse than
the other house. I suppose the landlady hasn't got settled yet.
Mechanically she reached out and took hold of the old-style door
bell. It did not respond at first. Using more force, it emitted a faint
eerie tinkle. It sounds positively weird, was Marjorie's thought. She
smiled to herself as she rang it again. I hope I shall never have to
live in a boarding house like this. I am lucky to have love and a
beautiful home and really every good thing.
The faint sound of footsteps from within falling upon her expectant
ear, Marjorie straightened up and waited. A hand turned the knob. The
door opened about ten inches.
Good evening. Come in. Addressed in a muffled voice, Marjorie
caught sight of a tall, black-robed figure. Before she could reply to
the muttered salutation, she felt herself seized by the arms and drawn
into the house with a jerk. Simultaneous with the harsh grasp of a pair
of strong hands the light in the hall was turned out.
Oh! She gave one sharp little scream and exerting her young
strength flung off the prisoning hands. Keep your hands off me, she
Just then the door leading from the hall into the right hand room
opened. The light from several tall candles shone dimly into the hall.
She saw that she was surrounded by half a dozen dominoed masks.
Bring in the prisoner, grated a harsh voice from within the room.
Despite Marjorie's command of hands off, she was given a sudden shove
forward which sent her roughly through the doorway and into the larger
Sureness of foot saved her from stumbling. Strange to say, she had
now lost all fear of the company of masked figures in whose midst she
stood. It had begun to enforce itself upon her that she had been hoaxed
into visiting an empty house by those who had taken advantage of the
masquerade to carry out their plan without undue notice to themselves.
She was now certain that she was being hazed by students. She knew of
only one group of Hamilton girls who would be bold enough to
deliberately defy the strictest rule of Hamilton College.
The masked company were attired in black dominos; all save one who
appeared to be a kind of sinister master of ceremonies. This one wore a
domino of bright scarlet silk and a leering false face mask that was
hideous in the extreme. The flickering flame of the candles added to
the grim and horrifying effect. A girl of timid inclinations would have
been sadly frightened. Marjorie was made of sterner stuff. She had
experienced, briefly, actual terror when she felt herself seized and
drawn into the house. She had now recovered from that and was
righteously angry. She determined to assume contemptuous indifference,
for the time being, preferring to allow her captors to play their hand
Prisoner, you are now before the stern tribunal of the Scarlet
Mask, announced the red dominoed figure in the same harsh guttural
tones. You have been guilty of many crimes and are to be punished for
these tonight. If you obey my mandate you will escape with your
wretched life. Disobey and nothing can save you. You are now to be put
to the question by one who knows your treacherous heart. You will
remove your outer wrappings and stand forth. Question. The red mask
made an imperious gesture. A domino on the left stepped forward as
though to lay hands on Marjorie.
I shall not remove my coat, cap or overshoes. Marjorie's ringing
accents cut sharply on the cold air of the unfurnished, unheated room.
If one of you undertakes to lay a hand on me you will be sorry; not
only now but hereafter. I defy you to do it.
Standing almost in the center of the circle of dominos, Marjorie
cast contemptuous eyes about the circle of maskers. She fully intended
to defend herself if further molested. She was one against many, but
she could at least fight her way to the window, tear aside the shade
and pound lustily upon it, raising her voice for help. She was certain
she was in the hands of the Sans. She knew they would not court
exposure. They had reckoned on completely intimidating her.
A peculiar silence followed Marjorie's spirited defiance. It was as
though the high tribunal were in doubt as to what they had best do
next. With one accord their slits of eyes were turned on their leader.
The domino who had been ordered to lay hold of the prisoner shied off
Bring forth the charges against the prisoner. The distinguished
scarlet mask suddenly changed tune. While the hideous face within the
close-fitting hood glared fiendishly at Marjorie, the real face behind
it wore an expression of baffled anger. The unruly prisoner seemed in
possession of an inner force that forbade molestation. Then, too, she
was unafraid and all ready to make a lively commotion.
A domino on the outer edge of the group came forward with a roll of
foolscap, tied with a black cord. The cord impressively untied, amid
dead silence, and the paper unrolled, the reading of Marjorie's crimes
Prisoner, you are accused of untruthfulness, treachery and
malicious interference in the affairs of others. It is not our purpose
to detail to you the occasion of these crimes. These occasions are
known to the high tribunal and have been proven against you.
It is my purpose to demand proof, interrupted Marjorie with open
sarcasm. I am not untruthful, malicious or treacherous. I do not
propose to allow anyone to accuse me of such things. I
Be silent! The Scarlet Mask had evidently lost temper. The command
was roared out in a voice that sounded perilously like that of Leslie
Marjorie gave a little amused laugh. She stared straight at the red
mask with tantalizing eyes. Were you speaking to me? she inquired
with a cool discomfiting sweetness that made the eyes looking into hers
Prisoner, you are insolent. The red mask was careful this time to
speak in the earlier hoarse disguised voice.
I mean to be. It is time to end this farce, I think. So far as
treachery, malice and truth are concerned you, not I, Marjorie swept
the tense, listening group with an inclusive gesture, are guilty. Some
one of you deliberately wrote me a lying note in order to get me here.
Now I am here, but your whole scheme has fallen flat because I am not
afraid. You thought I would be. I will say again what I said to a
number of you on the campus last March: How silly you are!
CHAPTER XXI. LOOKOUTS REAL AND TRUE.
While Marjorie had gone on to the reception a la masque which had
been prepared for her, Jerry had donned her infant costume in a far
from happy humor. She could not get over her feeling of resentment
against Anna Towne, though she knew it was hardly just. Twice during
the progress of her dressing she picked up the note from the chiffonier
and re-read it with knitted brows. There was something in the assured
style of it that went against the grain.
Where's Marjorie? was Ronny's first speech as shortly after seven
she flitted into the room looking like a veritable butterfly in her
gorgeous black and yellow costume. I am anxious to see her as a doll.
I know she will be simply exquisite.
She certainly looked sweet, returned Jerry. She paused, eyeing
Ronny in mild surprise. Ronny had broken into a hearty laugh. Jerry as
an infant was so irresistibly funny. Her chubby figure in the
high-waisted tucked and belaced gown and her round face looking out
from the fluted lace frills of a close-fitting bonnet made her appear
precisely like a large-sized baby.
Oh, I see. You're laughing at me. Aren't you rude, though?
Ma-ma-a-a! Jerry set up a grieved wail.
You are a great success, Jeremiah. Ronny continued to laugh as
Jerry performed an infantile solo with a white celluloid rattle. Where
is Marjorie? I asked you once but you didn't answer.
Read that. Marjorie said I was to show it to the Lookouts. Jerry
picked up the letter from the chiffonier and handed it to Ronny.
How unfortunate! was Ronny's exclamation as she hastily read the
note. When did she leave here? I am glad she put on her costume before
she went. She can go straight to the gym, provided she isn't detained
She left here at five minutes past seven, Jerry answered. I felt
cross about it, too. It seems as though Marjorie is always picked-out
to do something for someone just about the time she has planned to have
a good time herself.
What do you suppose has happened to Miss Towne? She was your
freshie catch. It's a wonder she didn't ask you to go to her instead of
Well, she didn't. I have tried to behave like a father to her but
she doesn't seem to notice it, Jerry returned humorously. You see
they all gravitate straight to Marjorie. There's something about her
that inspires confidence in the breasts of timid freshies.
She is the dearest girl on earth. Ronny spoke with sudden
tenderness. Are you going out on the campus to parade? I am not
particularly anxious to go.
Then we won't go, for I don't care about it, either. A double
rapping on the door sent Jerry scurrying to it. Katherine and Lucy
walked in, arms twined about each other's waists. They were a pretty
pair of school girls in their short bright gingham dresses, ruffled
white aprons and white stockings and tennis shoes. Hair in two braids,
broad-brimmed flower-wreathed hats and school knapsacks swinging from
the shoulder completed their simple but effective costumes.
They came in for a lively share of approbation from Jerry and Ronny,
of whom they were equally admiring in turn. Inquiring for Marjorie,
they were shown the note and Jerry again went over the information she
had given Ronny.
That note doesn't sound a bit like Anna Towne, Lucy said in her
close-lipped manner as she laid it down. I know her quite well, for
she takes biology and has come to me several times for help. She is
awfully proud and tries never to put one to any trouble.
This may be something that has come upon her so suddenly she hasn't
known what to do except to send for Marjorie, hazarded Katherine. I
agree with you, Lucy. It does not sound like her.
Another series of knocks at the door broke in upon the conversation.
Wonder if that's Muriel. Jerry turned to the door. She may have
changed her mind about not letting us know what she was going to mask
The door opened. Jerry gave an ejaculation of undiluted surprise.
The girl who stood on the threshold was Anna Towne.
Come in, Miss Towne. Jerry stepped aside for her unexpected caller
to enter. Have you seen Marjorie?
Why, no. I haven't seen anyone except the maid who answered the
door. I came over to see if I could go to the masquerade with you
girls. Phyllis and a crowd of Silvertons went out to parade. I didn't
care about it, so I thought I would come over here.
Wha-a-t! Jerry was almost shouting. Ronny, Katherine and Lucy were
the picture of blank amazement.
What's the matter? Anna Towne flushed deeply. She did not
understand the meaning of Jerry's loud exclamation. Perhaps she had
presumed in thus breaking in upon the chums.
Matter! I don't know what's the matter, but I am going to find out.
Read this note. You didn't write that, now did you? Jerry thrust the
note into Anna's hands.
The room grew very still as she fastened her attention upon the
communication, supposedly from herself.
Of course I never wrote it. Anna looked up wonderingly. Almost
instantly her expression changed to one of alarm. There is no one
living at 852 on our street, she asserted. My landlady has not moved.
I still live at 856. I haven't had any trouble. I came here dressed for
the masquerade. I'm wearing a Kate Greenaway costume. See. She took the
silk scarf from her head disclosing a Kate Greenaway cap.
No one living there! came in a breath of horror from Ronny. It was
echoed by the other three Lookouts. Then who wrote that note
and what has happened to Marjorie?
I am going to find out pretty suddenly. Jerry sprang to her dress
closet for her fur coat and overshoes. Go and get ready to go over to
that house, girls. One, two, three, fourWe are five strong. Get your
wraps and meet me downstairs. I am going to see if I can't find Leila
and Vera. You had better wait for me here, Miss Towne. I'll be back
Ten minutes later a bevy of white-faced girls met in the lower hall.
Leila and Vera were among them. Jerry had met them just in the act of
leaving for the gymnasium.
I'd go for my car but if would take longer to get it than for us to
walk. We must make all haste. Now I have an idea of my own about this.
I am not far off the truth when I say the Sans are to blame for the
whole thing. I would rather think it was they than that the note had
been written by some unknown person. Leila's blue eyes were dark with
emotion. And that beloved child trotted blindly off by herself never
dreaming that the note was a forgery. Well, I might have done the
I think you are right, Leila. The Sans have planned some kind of
seance at that empty house to scare Marjorie. Probably they have
dressed up in some hideous fashion. They could easily get away with it
on account of the masquerade. The sooner we get there the better. We
may be able to catch them, unless they have got hold of her and hustled
her off somewhere else. Ronny's voice was not quite steady on the last
The seven worried rescuers were now crossing the campus and making
for the campus entrance nearest the direction of Miss Towne's boarding
house. They were swinging along at a pace that would have done credit
to an army detachment on a hike.
She wouldn't stand for that. She would fight every inch of the
ground before she would go a step with that gang. Jerry spoke with a
confidence born of her knowledge of Marjorie.
They might be too many for her, reminded Leila. What's to prevent
them from throwing a shawl or something over her head so that she would
be more or less helpless? I would not put it past Leslie Cairns.
They wouldn't dare be rough with her or hurt her, would they?
questioned Anna Towne.
No; but this empty house proposition is about as bad as I would
care to tackle. They certainly have nerve. Jerry's plump features had
lost their infantile expression. Here face was set in lines of
belligerence. She was ready to pitch into the Sans the minute she
caught sight of them.
This is the street. We are not far from the house now, informed
Anna, as the seven turned into the humble neighborhood in which her
boarding house was located.
Look! Jerry, who was leading with Ronny, stopped and pointed.
There is a light in that house. Let's stop a minute and decide
what to do.
We had better go around to the rear of the house and see if we
can't get in by the back door, suggested Vera. After all, we are only
seven in number, and we don't know what awaits us. We are fairly sure
that she is in the clutches of the Sans. Even so, they are sure to have
the front door locked. They are stupid enough to forget all about the
back door. They are not expecting any interference.
You girls go around to the back. I am going up on the veranda. I
shall try the front door. If it is unlocked I will let you know. I'd
rather walk in on them that way, if we can. Now for some scouting.
Don't make a sound if you can help it, girls. We want to take them by
Separating from her companions, who stole noiselessly to the shadowy
rear of the house, Jerry cautiously invaded the front porch. The shade
which had been raised a little when Marjorie had come to the house was
now drawn. Still she could see that the room on the right was lighted.
With the stealth of a burglar she tried the door. It was locked. She
listened at it, then stood up with a triumphant smile. From within she
could hear the sound of voices.
As softly as she had stolen up on the porch, she now withdrew. Her
feet on the ground, she ran like a deer for the rear of the house.
There she beheld dimly a group of figures drawn into a compact bunch
near the back steps.
Front door's locked. How about the back one? she breathed.
It's unlocked. Ronny just tried it, Leila whispered. She says she
can open it and go inside without making a sound.
Of course. She's a great dancer, you know, and light as a feather
in stepping. Oh, fudge! You don't know. At least you didn't until I
told you. I have given away Ronny's secret. She made us promise not to
tell it right after the beauty contest. I don't care. I am glad you
know it. I have always wished you and Helen and Vera could see her
dance. She is a marvel.
At this juncture Ronny joined them. In the darkness she did not see
Leila's Cheshire cat grin, born of Jerry's unintentional betrayal.
Leila had often remarked to Marjorie, who had told her of Ronny's
concealment of her real identity at Sanford High School, that Veronica
was a good deal of a mystery still.
That you, Jeremiah? was Ronny's whispered inquiry. I am going to
slip in the back way and find out what is going on. Was the front door
Yes; but I could hear voices from where I stood on the veranda. I
couldn't sort 'em out so as to know who was who.
I'll soon find out whose they are. Ronny shut her lips in sharp
determination. Now for the great venture. Immediately she glided
away, and mounted the steps with the noiseless tread of an apparition.
The tense watchers heard no sound as she opened the door and stepped
CHAPTER XXII. THE BITER BITTEN.
For five minutes they waited in silence. It seemed to them much
longer than that when, quietly as she had gone, Ronny re-appeared on
the top step of the dingy little porch.
She's in there, were her first words on reaching the waiting
group. We are just in time to make it interesting for the Sans. Now
listen to my plan. What we are to do is this. I have this long black
cloak and my mask. It's black too. I am going to scare those girls
within an inch of their wretched lives. They are masked and in
dominoes. You can imagine what Marjorie went through for a minute. I
know a dance called the dance of the vampire bat. It is terribly,
horribly gruesome. I am going to prance in on them with that. I
have danced it in this very cloak. See how full it is. Ronny held up a
fold for inspection. I can make it look like wings. Then with the
dance goes a very scary noise, half sigh, half whistle. By that dim
candlelight in there it will be awful. Marjorie won't be scared. She
has seen me dance it.
The rest of you follow me, Ronny continued rapidly. Leila you
come first, right behind me. Stop at the door where you can't be seen
from inside of the front room and line up behind Leila, girls. Count
fifty, Leila, after I am fairly in the room, then start that awful
banshee wail you know how to give. At the first sound of it I am going
to blow out the candle. Then the Sans are going to take to the woods.
The minute I blow the last candle I shall grab Marjorie by the hand and
flee for the back door. As soon as Leila has wailed twice every one of
you make the most horrible sound you know as loudly as you can and
hustle for the back door howling as you go. They will all try to get
out the front door and in the darkness they will have a fine time of
it. If they get a few bumps and scratches in the dark it will serve
them precisely right. What you must be sure of is to get out of their
way the instant the last candle is put out by yours truly. The whole
thing must be carried out like a flash. I depend on your support.
You are a wonder, chuckled Leila. My stars, what a party we shall
have, with vampire bats, banshees and the like. We shall howl our best
for Beauty. Vera makes a fine banshee, too. Now lead us on and
confusion to the enemy.
Headed by Ronny the rescuing procession stole up the steps. They
landed in the kitchen of the house and made their way through it and
into the room adjoining which communicated with the short hall on both
sides of which the two front rooms were situated.
Due to Leslie Cairns' shrewd business methods the high tribunal
stood in no fear of interruption. Leslie, finding the house vacant, had
rented it of the agent for six months. She had stated that a few of the
students intended to fit it up as a private gymnasium. As the agent's
mind dwelt only on the glorious fact that he had been handed six
months' rental in advance, after charging a rate per month which was
three times more than the house was worth. Beyond that he was not
interested in the tenants.
The august tribunal had taken pains to lock the front door after
them. Due to a squabble among themselves on their arrival at the house,
the back door had remained unlocked. Dulcie Vale had been roughly
ordered by Leslie to see to it. Dulcie was sulking, however, at
Leslie's high-handed manner. She resolved to take her time about it.
Then her interest centered on something else, momentarily, and she
About the time that the worried rescuers were starting from Wayland
Hall, Marjorie was throwing fearless defiance in the faces of her
captors. Her contemptuous arraignment, ending with an allusion to the
affair on the campus of the previous March, was highly displeasing to
her masked listeners. Angry murmurs arose from behind masks and several
sibilant hisses cut the storm-laden air.
Ssss! Death! Show no mercy! were some of the pleasant returns that
met Marjorie's ear.
The Scarlet Mask, thus-called, made a sudden move toward Marjorie as
though to lay violent hold upon her. The other masked figures also took
a step nearer. Marjorie braced herself to meet an attack, if it came to
that. There was a steady light in her brown eyes which the Scarlet Mask
did not miss seeing. She contented herself with stopping short directly
in front of Marjorie and staring fixedly at her. The effect of two
malignant eyes peering through the eye-holes of the hideous false face
would have been terrifying to a timid girl. Marjorie was not to be
Prisoner, your remarks are unseemly and ill befit your serious
situation. It was evident the wily intention of the Scarlet Mask to
ignore the guilty truth which Marjorie had flung at the masked
assemblage. You are one against many. It is not the purpose of the
high tribunal to allow you to escape. You are at our mercy until such
time as we shall choose to release you. You are pleased to pretend that
our identity is known to you. You little know those before whom you now
stand. You are in the presence of a group of stern avengers, sworn to
see justice done to those whom you have maligned. Were we to remove our
masks you would find yourself in the company of strangers. We know you.
You do not know us. I warn
Save your warnings, Miss Cairns. I am not in the least interested
in them, interrupted Marjorie with dry contempt. You might be able to
make a child of nine years believe you. I doubt even that. I have heard
of this foolishness. Malicious as it is intended to be, it is too
trivial to be deceiving. You will kindly unlock the front door and let
A subdued chorus of derisive laughter, mingled with hisses arose
from the stern avengers. One of the tallest stepped out from the
circle, which they had gradually been forming about Marjorie, and bowed
low before the Scarlet Mask.
I recommend, your highness, that the prisoner be taught at once
proper respect for the high tribunal of the Scarlet Mask. The request
was made in a voice that aspired to bass depths. It fell short enough
of them for Marjorie to identify it as feminine, although she did not
know to whom it belonged. She had had so slight an acquaintance with
the Sans from the beginning.
The prisoner will be taught proper respect immediately,
vindictively assured the Scarlet Mask. Up went a scarlet-draped arm in
an imperious gesture to a domino directly behind Marjorie.
Like a flash, Marjorie whirled about to guard herself. It was
precisely what the Scarlet Mask wished her to do. In the instant she
turned the figure nearest the leader whisked something white from the
voluminous folds of her domino. Marjorie felt herself being enveloped
from head to waist in what seemed to be the heavy open meshes of a
veil. It was, in reality, a large piece of fish net. She struggled
furiously to free herself from it. While she struggled with two of the
figures who were attempting to hold her, a third was busy securing the
net in a hard knot at her back. As Marjorie was wearing a fur coat and
cap, her attire was sufficiently bulky to prevent the net from being
drawn very close. She had taken off her mask the moment she had left
the campus behind her, so she could at least breathe without
Not content with the indignity they had trickily put upon her, two
of the dominoes caught her by the shoulders and began forcing her
toward a corner of the room. The others followed, closing in upon the
trio, so that the silent, but still wrathfully-struggling prisoner
would have no chance to make a sudden dash for the door when released.
The Scarlet Mask, now at the edge of the crowd which hemmed Marjorie
in, elbowed a rough way to where she stood.
How do you like our methods now, prisoner? was the satirical
question. You are going to leave us at once, are you? Why don't
you go? 'You will kindly unlock the front door,' etc. Oh, my! Naturally
we would be keen on doing so after the pains we took to secure your
distinguished attendance here tonight. How very sweet you look behind a
veil. Too bad you don't wear one all the time. You would
May it please your highness, interrupted a domino in hollow tones,
the time is going. I would advise that we leave here at once with the
prisoner. A ride in the still night air may cool her fevered brain so
that when we return with her she will be in a more reasonable mood.
I am also of that opinion, agreed a second. Several other voices
rose in approval of the plan.
The Scarlet Mask turned on them in a hurry. Not only angry at being
interrupted in her harassing of the prisoner, she did not propose to
take any dictation from her companions.
Who is running this affair? she asked in the familiar tones of
Leslie Cairns, minus her drawl. This little, puffed-up hypocrite is
not going to leave here until she promises to mind her own business
hereafter. She is also going to promise not to tell where she has been
tonight. She may think she won't, but she will, or spend the rest of
the night alone here.
A murmur of dissenting voices at once ascended. Half a dozen
dominoes tried to force an opinion upon the Scarlet Mask at once. Eager
to be heard, there was small attempt made at disguising voices.
You idiots! Leslie rebuked in a rage, when finally able to make
herself heard. Have you no sense? Listen to me. Whereupon she
centered her displeased attention on her helpers and berated them
roundly for daring to set up an opinion contrary to her own.
The dissenting dominoes were not to be silenced thus easily and a
spirited altercation began. There were several of the masked company
who were hotly against a punishment such as their leader proposed to
visit upon Marjorie. Meanwhile, the cause of the altercation listened
to what went on with emotions which were a mingling of wrath and
amusement. If she had needed evidence to convince her that her captors
were the Sans, she had it now. She knew from Leila that the Sans were
noted for quarreling among themselves.
After the violent manner in which she had been jerked into the
untenanted house, she had not doubted that she might meet with further
rough treatment. She knew that Leslie Cairns was quite apt to go as far
as she dared. She resolved to show, no fear of her captors. She
disliked intensely the idea of hand to hand encounter with them. It was
utterly beneath her standards. Still she did not hesitate to warn them
that she would defend herself if forced to do so. Once she was free of
them she had not decided what she would do, further than that she would
set off for the gymnasium post haste. Even before the unmasking her
chums would miss her. If only she could reach the dance prior to that!
Shh! Keep your voices down! warned a domino who had taken no
part in the ill-natured discussion. I believe you can be heard clear
out in the street.
Mind your business, snapped the Scarlet Mask. I pay the rent
here. It's nobody's business how much noise we make. Who amounts to a
button on this alley? Don't be so cowardly. Even Bean has more nerve
This produced a laugh at Bean's expense. Behind her enforced veil
Marjorie could not repress a noiseless chuckle. How she wished that
someone would hear her captors and come to her assistance. No such
thing was likely to happen.
The admonishing domino, hitherto peaceful, now took umbrage. You
can't tell me to mind my own business or call me a coward, she
stormily hurled at the scarlet executive. You make me exceedingly
weary! Her further candid opinion was not calculated to flatter.
What you need is a midnight session here with Miss Bean, declared
the Scarlet Mask, with a touch of cool purpose which caused the angry
domino to flare up afresh.
Try it, and see what happens to you, was her instant retort.
Oh, forget it. I merely said you needed it. I didn't say you would
be left here. You are the last person I expected would go back on me.
This with intent to mollify.
Well, you shouldn't have The somewhat placated rebel suddenly
paused. Hark! She held up a hand for silence. I thought I heard a
Someone going by in the street, the Scarlet Mask asserted, after
listening attentively for a moment. At the ejaculation Hark! the eyes
of the other maskers had been directed with one accord to the door.
After a brief interval of uneasy silence the discussion regarding the
prisoner was resumed.
The recently ruffled avenger who had given the alarm still continued
to watch the door. She was not satisfied with her leader's explanation
of the sound. Thus she was the first to note a shadow fall athwart the
doorway. Her eyes widened with fear to behold an odd, black, winged
shape hover an instant on the threshold, then flit noiselessly into the
room. It did not advance on the group collected in one corner of the
room. It lurched and dipped toward the windows like a huge sable hawk
about to swoop down on a chicken yard.
CHAPTER XXIII. APPARITION OF THE
A-h-h-h! gasped the startled watcher, pointing in horror.
Wh-h-s-s-ss! The gruesome apparition uttered a sighing, hissing
sound which increased in a weird, half-muffled whistle. Simultaneous
with the whistle it darted to the nearest candle, extinguishing it with
one whining Puf-f-f! With horrid grotesquerie it flapped toward
another candle, bent on putting it out.
The hood of the voluminous soft black cape which Ronny was wearing
was slightly frilled. She had cunningly adjusted it so as to give her
masked features an entirely different effect from that of an ordinary
domino and mask. A moment's calm inspection would have assured the
hazing party that the uncanny visitant was as human as themselves. Her
spectacular entrance coupled with the one domino's fear-stricken alarm,
had produced upon the hazers the precise effect Ronny had expected to
produce. Too greatly startled to take action, a wild, long-drawn,
piercing wailing next set in which was not quieting to the nerves. Nor
had it ceased when a second eerie voice took it up in a higher key.
By the dim flare of the one remaining lighted candle, the flapping,
swaying shape and its hideous moaning whistle became invested with
fresh dread, augmented as it was by that volume of ear-piercing echoing
sound. Suddenly the last candle winked out, leaving the dismayed
avengers in Stygian darkness. Their sharp cries and frightened
exclamations were summarily drowned, however, by a new pandemonium of
blood-curdling shrieks and groans which proceeded from the hall.
Through the half open door leading into the hall came a menacing
shuffle as of countless approaching feet. It was the final touch needed
to demoralize the hazers. Forgetful of the two front windows, they
bolted with one accord for the door opening into the hall, as nearly as
each could locate it in the dark. Had a real enemy been present the
hazers would have run straight into the arms of the hostile force.
Their one idea was to get out of the house with all speed. As it was
they showed a temerity born of panic.
In the midst of the hub-bub, Marjorie had experienced nothing more
than a faint stirring of alarm at sight of the bat-like apparition. She
knew Ronny instantly, and, guessing her purpose, prudently drew far
back into the corner.
Come with me. Marjorie now felt the joy of a familiar arm across
her shoulders. The window. I just opened it. Quick, breathed Ronny.
I'll steer you to it. We must get away before they open the front
door. It's locked and they will have their own troubles unlocking it in
In a flash the two had crossed the room to the open window. The
moment she had extinguished the last candle Ronny had flitted to the
window and raised it under cover of the stampede. Through the fish net
which enveloped her Marjorie could see a little, in spite of the shadow
cast by the veranda.
Can you use your arms enough through that net to help swing
yourself over the sill? It is very low.
I can manage, Marjorie softly reassured.
Standing behind her, Ronny gave her chum such assistance as she
could while Marjorie essayed a swift exit from the room which had
lately prisoned her. The instant she found footing on the veranda,
Ronny followed her. Catching Marjorie by the arm she said: Run for the
back of the house. I forgot to tell the girls where to meet us. I think
they will wait for us there.
A few running steps brought them to the rear of the house. A little
group of dark figures hurried forward to meet them. The six girls had
got away from the house without trouble.
All's well, Ronny was smiling in the darkness out of sheer
satisfaction. Let's go at once. We had better cross the next three
back yards and come out to the street from between them. Hurry. We
haven't a second to lose. We ought not talk until we are on the campus
Silently, and with all speed, the elated fugitives put Ronny's
advice into practice. Once in the street they proceeded north, putting
distance between them and the Sans' rendezvous. It was a trifle farther
to the campus by the way they took, but none of them minded that. All
were too full of elation over the success of their adventure to think
of much else.
The campus at last! exclaimed Leila as the rescue party reached
the gateway. Let us stop just inside the gate and untie Beauty. She
looks like a veiled Oriental in that rigging. Suiting the action to
the word she began on the hard knot at Marjorie's back. While I work,
keep a sharp lookout for the other crowd, she directed. This knot is
no simple affair. What time is it, Luciferous?
Fifteen minutes past nine. Lucy held her wrist so that the rays of
the arc light over the gate fell directly upon her watch.
Untied; thank my stars! Some knot! Leila flipped the undesired net
from Marjorie. Rolling it up she tucked it under her arm. Unmasking is
at nine-thirty. Let us be there. We can just make it, and it will
puzzle some persons to tell who interrupted them tonight. Our talk will
wait until after unmasking. Then we can dodge into one of the side
rooms and have it out.
A fine plan, endorsed Ronny. We are in luck to get here in time
enough for the unmasking.
The others heartily agreeing, the octette again set off in a hurry
for the gymnasium. Five minutes afterward they were entering its
welcome portal. They were obliged to make a frantic dash for the coat
room. Once there, wraps and overshoes were removed with gleeful haste.
The belated masqueraders entered the gymnasium just as the last,
lingering strains of a waltz were being played. It had hardly died away
when the stentorian order Unmask! was shouted out by a junior through
Here's where Muriel wins that dinner at Baretti's, declared Jerry
ruefully. I certainly did not walk up to her and say, 'Hello, Muriel.'
Wonder where she is? I haven't the least idea what her costume is.
For the sake of old Ireland! called Leila, pointing. Now will you
kindly take notice?
A little shout of laughter burst from the participants in the recent
adventure as they obeyed Leila's exclamatory request. Coming toward
them at a carefully simulated stride was a handsome young man in
evening dress. From his silk opera hat to his patent leather ties he
was a most elegant person. He was not a particularly gallant youth,
however, for his first words on approaching the mirthful group were:
Don't, for goodness' sake, ask me to take off my hat. How about
that dinner you promised me, Jeremiah?
Yes, I guess so. Oh, but you are polite! Greet us with your
hat on and beg for a dinner invitation. My, my! What are the young men
of the present day coming to? Jerry held up her hands in mock
disapproval. Anyway, you win. Your costume is a dandy. I never would
have known you.
What may your name be, young man? inquired Leila, her eyes
You may call me Mr. Harding. I shall not tell you my first name
until I know you better, replied Muriel with an attempt at pompous
dignity which ended in a hearty laugh. Setting her high hat on the back
of her head she thrust her hands in her pockets and beamed on her
You look for all the world like a debonair young man, Marjorie
Thank you. Sorry about my hat. To take it off spoils the masculine
effect. My hair is rolled under to look short. My hat keeps it in
place. But never mind about me. Where have you girls been? I knew what
your costumes were to be, so I watched for you from the minute I got
here. Confess; you wore dominos over them so that I wouldn't know you.
A number of girls did that on purpose to throw their friends off the
Wrong guess, Muriel. We weren't here at all until about two minutes
before the unmasking. Jerry tried to speak carelessly, but could not
keep an excited note out of her voice.
You weren't? Honestly? Muriel showed bewildered surprise.
You weren't in dominos? Then where were you? Something's happened. I
can read that in your faces. She glanced almost challengingly about
the half circle.
Something happened, all right enough, replied Jerry with grim
emphasis. Marjorie has been through a real adventure tonight. She's
been hazed by the Sans and rescued by the Lookouts and a few more good
CHAPTER XXIV. AFTER THE FRAY.
Closeted in one of the small rooms off the gymnasium, rescuers and
rescued told their separate tales of what had happened that evening.
Muriel was the only other girl at the private session they held. She
heartily mourned the fact that she had not been with her chums. Even
the glories of parading about in masculine attire faded beside the
What are you going to do about it, Beauty? Leila asked almost
sharply, when the affair had been thoroughly gone over from both
standpoints. Dressed as Finestra, a Celtic witch woman, Leila made a
striking figure in her white and green robes as she sat on the low wall
bench, hands loosely clasped over one knee, her vivid features alive
I don't know. Nothing, I guess. Marjorie smiled into Leila's moody
face. It will scare them worse just to leave them in doubt as to
whether or not they will be called to account. I can't prove that those
dominos were the Sans, for I didn't see their faces. Of course, if I
accused them of hazing me, in making a report to President Matthews,
they would probably be summoned and put through an inquiry. In that
case some of them would be certain to weaken and confess.
True, Leila nodded. Dr. Matthews would be hard on them. He is so
bitterly opposed to hazing. It would stir up a great commotion. They
would be expelled. They ought to be, she added with force.
Certainly they ought, concurred Jerry, but who cares to be the
one to report 'em? I was thinking out the whole thing when we made our
get-away from that house. They don't know and they are never going to,
unless we tell them, who Ronny was or who did the howling. When they
experience a return of brains, for they certainly were rattled, they
will naturally guess that the surprise came from students. What they
won't be able to figure out is whether they were hazed by another crowd
or by Marjorie's supporters.
They couldn't be sure that Marjorie would not leave word with some
of us as to where she was going, put in Lucy, even though someone did
put that line in the letter asking her not to mention it.
They must have had high ideas of her sense of honor, smiled Vera.
I felt queer about telling the Lookouts, yet I believed it fair,
Marjorie said quietly. I am glad I did. And now let's forget it and go
and have a good time. We really ought to enjoy ourselves hugely, for I
doubt whether a single Sans will appear on the scene tonight. If they
do it will be late. I hope none of them were hurt in the dark, she
Their fault if they were. Leila rose, her brooding face lighting
suddenly. You have a most forgiving heart, Beauty. As for myself, a
few sound bumps will do them no harm. Make no mistake. Those of the
Sans who are presentable, she smiled broadly, will get here as soon
as they can. All of them absent would be a grand exposé. Some must
appear to take the curse off the wounded.
At that very moment the members of the high tribunal of the Scarlet
Mask were engaged in trying to make themselves presentable enough to
attend the dance. A crestfallen and weary company of avengers, they had
at last made harbor at Wayland Hall. Miss Remson had retired early on
account of a severe cold. The dance having claimed the other residents
of the Hall, there was no one to mark the line of dominos which stole
cat-footed up the stairs. There was considerable repairing to be done
both to persons and costumes before the Sans could appear in college
society. In that mad scramble to leave the dingy house, which Leslie
Cairns had rented with so much satisfaction, there had been casualties.
Natalie Weyman's cheek bore a long disfiguring scratch, caused from
a too near contact with a fancy pin or ornament. A jab from someone's
elbow had decorated Dulcie Vale with a black eye. Leslie Cairns, who
had essayed to unlock the front door in the dark, declared resentfully
that she had received more kicks, thumps and bruises than all the
others had put together. Due to the fact that the whole party had worn
flat-heeled, black leather slippers, which had been purchased in the
men's department of a Hamilton shoe store, the casualties were less
serious. Leslie had insisted on this measure as a further means of
disguising their sex. The hazers had worn their masquerade costumes
under their dominos, having been told by Leslie that they would not be
more than an hour at the untenanted house. They could easily drop into
the Hall and change slippers on their return. It had been Leslie's
private intention to leave Marjorie there all night. Joan Myers,
Natalie Weyman and Dulcie Vale knew this. The others did not. Hence the
objections which had arisen, resulting in the quarrel that had been
There was not one of the hazing party who had entirely escaped
injury. Tender toes had been trampled upon, jarring jolts administered,
and scratches and bruises distributed ad libitum. Leslie was
outwardly morose. Her inner emotions were too complex to be analyzed.
They were a mixture of hate, fear, baffled pride and humiliation. The
cherished scheme, concocted by her in the autumn, and on which she had
spent so much time and money, had utterly fallen through. Exposure and
disgrace stared herself and her companions in the face. Had not
Marjorie contemptuously called her by name? While she could not prove
her surmise, she could report the Sans on suspicion to Doctor Matthews.
Now that it was all over, Leslie realized bitterly that she and her
companions had behaved like a flock of demoralized geese. She had been
as badly startled as the others by the appearance of the bat-like
figure. She had recently read a very horrible tale entitled The Bat
Girl. It had haunted her for several nights after the reading. Ronny's
clever imitation of a huge bat had momentarily paralyzed her with fear.
The unearthly shrieks, wails and moans had also served the purpose of
the invaders. Leslie sullenly wished her own plan had been half as well
carried out. It was all the fault of her pals. They were always
disagreeing. They never worked together. They never exhibited good
sense in an emergency. Leslie decided that they should bear the blame
for the fiasco. They would hear from her in scathing terms when she
felt equal to upbraiding them.
She had been the first one to reach the front door. Feeling for the
key, which was in the lock, she had fumbled it and dropped it on the
floor. As she had stooped to pick it up, she had been knocked to her
knees by the onrush of the others. Callously, she had struck right and
left for room to get to her feet. The key had remained on the floor.
Knowing that she could not secure it until the wild onslaught on the
door had stopped, she had tried frantically to make herself heard above
the hub-bub. It was of no use.
Presently the panic-stricken Sans had begun to understand her
hoarsely-shouted words: Stand still. The key's dropped to the floor.
By that time the wails of the invaders had ceased and their footsteps
had died out. An odd silence had suddenly descended upon the Sans. Very
meekly they had obeyed Leslie's rude order, Get out of my way, as she
had turned on a small flashlight and located the key. The door opened
at last, not a word had been spoken as the dominoed procession filed
out into the starry night. Leslie had stepped out first. Stationing
herself on the veranda, she had counted them as they passed, to be sure
none were missing. Save your talking until you get to the Hall, she
had curtly commanded. Down the street and hustle for the campus. Keep
Bruised and sore, the avengers had again obeyed her without much
protest. Dulcie Vale had attempted a belligerent remark but had been
promptly silenced by: You had better keep still. You are the person
who claimed she locked the back door. If so, how, then, did that mob of
freaks get in? I don't believe they had a key.
Leslie had not condescended to speak again until they had reached
the Hall. At the foot of the drive she had halted her party and given
them further curt orders as to their manner of procedure. Her final
instruction had been: Get ready for the dance, then come to my room.
Wear evening coats. It is too late for dominos now. The unmasking is
over long ago. If you're asked any questions simply say we had a dinner
engagement before the dance; that we thought it fun to dress in costume
but did not care to mask. Now remember, that goes.
It was half-past ten o'clock before the entire eighteen gathered in
Leslie's room. Both Natalie's and Dulcie's facial disfigurements were
such as to prevent their attendance of the dance. Leslie laughed
outright at sight of Dulcie. You are pretty, she jeered.
Dulcie's wrath rose, but she swallowed it. She did not care to be taxed
further about the trust she had betrayed. Margaret Wayne had twisted
her right ankle almost to the point of sprain. Harriet Stephens had a
lump on her forehead, caused by a forcible collision with the wall.
Eleanor Ray limped slightly from having her toes stepped on. These five
declined stoutly to leave the Hall again that night.
You can't very well go; that's flat, Leslie agreed. I ought to
stay here, too. See that. She turned her back, displaying a large
discoloration on one shoulder about two inches above the low-cut bodice
of the old gold satin evening gown she wore. She had not troubled
herself to dress in costume. That's what happened to me when you girls
knocked me down and tried to walk on me. It is up to me to go over to
the gym. I'll wear a gold lace scarf I have. This will hide this
bruise. All of you who look like something had better go with me. I
don't know what Bean will do. No matter what she tells or how far she
goes, you girls are to deny to the end that you were at that house
tonight. No one saw our faces. Who, then is going to say, positively,
that she saw us, either at that house or on the campus? If we all say
we were not the ones who hazed Bean, and stick to it, I
defy the whole college to prove it against us.
CHAPTER XXV. THE BITTERNESS OF
What Bean intended to do in the matter of her recent hazing was a
question which worried the Sans considerably during the next few days.
The very fact that they had escaped, thus far, without even having been
quizzed by any of the students regarding that fateful evening puzzled
them. True, they suspected Marjorie's four chums and Leila and Vera as
having been among those who broke up the hazing party. They cherished
an erroneous belief, however, that there were at least fifteen or
twenty of the invaders.
It was gall and wormwood to those of the Sans who attended the dance
in its closing hour to see Marjorie, radiantly pretty, enjoying herself
as though she had never been through a trying experience only three
hours before. By common consent the rescue party, as well as Marjorie,
paid no more attention to the Sans than if they had not been present.
The dance had been such an unusually pleasant affair! More than one
girl remarked early in the evening to her closest friends that things
went along so much better when a certain clique of girls were absent.
The Sans' junior classmates were not pleased at their late attendance
of the masquerade. They criticized the Sans as selfish and lacking in
proper class spirit. Thus the Sans fashioned a new rod that night for
their backs of which they were destined later to feel the sting.
The day following the masquerade the sophomore team sent the junior
team an acceptance of their challenge. This mystified the Sans five
even more. Under the circumstances they had expected and even hoped
their challenge would be declined. A refusal on the part of the
sophomore team to play them would give them an opportunity to intimate
that their opponents were afraid to meet them for fear of being beaten.
Deep in their hearts the Sans five were the real cowards. They dreaded
playing against Marjorie and Muriel in particular. As Leslie gloomily
said to Natalie, Bean and that Harding snip will certainly get back at
you if they can. I imagine Robina Page was one of that crowd who gave
us the run.
Leslie had been terribly out of sorts since the failure of her plot.
She did not know where she stood at Hamilton as regarded safety. She
was highly disgruntled by the lack of cordiality shown her and her
chums by many students whom she had considered friendly to her. It was
being forced upon her, little by little, that the Sans were losing
ground. They had sworn to win back their lost power of the previous
year. They had not done this. Now the game with the sophomores must be
played and she was not in the mood to coach her team, nor were they in
the mood to play. She doubted if they would dare make use of the soft
talk. The freshman team had expressed themselves quite openly on that
subject about the campus. When taxed with it once or twice by juniors
who had learned of it and deferred judgment, Leslie had replied with
sarcastic bravado that the freshies had evidently heard things during
the game which no one else heard.
The game being scheduled for the twenty-seventh of February, Leslie
allowed her bruised and shaken team three days' rest. After that time
she fairly drove them to private practice. She pestered Ramsey, the
coach, for new and sure methods of winning points from an antagonist
until he resolved within himself to beat it for New York on the day
of the game and leave no address. He had received a lump sum in advance
for his coaching, so he had no scruples about deserting the ship.
Her five satellites complained bitterly at having to practice every
day. All of them had received warnings in one subject or another and
needed their time for study. Leslie was adamant. Just this one game,
she said over and over again. After that we will settle down to work.
I am not doing as well as I ought in my subjects. But you must play the
sophs and beat them if you can. Don't try any of those new stunts
Ramsey showed you unless you can put them over so cleverly no one will
know the difference. You will have to be careful. You have a touchy
proposition to tackle.
Alarmed at the gradual decrease in their own popularity, the Sans
five practiced assiduously during the week preceding the game. They
hoped to make a good showing on their own merits. The coach glibly
assured them that they were doing wonderful work with the ball. Toward
the last of their practice they began to believe it themselves.
They continued to believe thus until after the first five minutes of
the game on the following Saturday. With the gymnasium filled by a
clamorous aggregation of students, the toss-up was made and the game
begun. The sophomore five took the lead from the first and put the Sans
five through a pace that made them fairly gasp. All thought of cheating
abandoned, they fought desperately to score. They were not allowed to
make a single point. Behind the resolution of the sophs to win they
demonstrated a peculiarly personal antagonistic force which their
opponents felt, dimly at first, keenly afterward. It was the fastest
game that had been played for many a year at Hamilton and it ended in a
complete whitewash for the juniors. They retired from the floor too
utterly vanquished to do other than indulge in a dismal cry in concert
once the door of their dressing room had closed upon them.
Thus Leslie found them. Signally discouraged, she experienced a
momentary desire to cry with them. She fought it down, gruffly advising
her chums not to cry their eyes out in case they might need them later.
Don't be so simple, was her barren consolation. You don't see me
bathed in salt weeps, do you? No, sir. Forget basket ball. I swear I'll
never have anything more to do with it. I'll send that Ramsey packing
tomorrow. From now on, I'm going to keep up in my classes and after
classes enjoy myself. If we can't run the college now, that's no
sign we never will. We can be exclusive. There are enough of us to do
that. I don't believe Bean and her crowd are going to tell any tales on
us. For the rest of the year we'll just amuse ourselves in our own
It's almost a year since we started to rag Miss Dean and had so
much trouble over that affair, half-sobbed Dulcie Vale. You are
always making plans to get even with someone you don't like, Leslie
Cairns, and dragging us into them. You never win. You always get the
worst of it. I don't intend to go into any more such schemes with you.
My father said if ever I was expelled from college he would make me
take a position in his office. Think of that! Dulcie's voice rose to a
He did? Well, don't tell everybody in the gym about it, Leslie
advised, then laughed. Her laughter was echoed in quavering fashion by
the other weepers. Under their false and petty ideas of life there was
still so much of the eagerness of girlhood to be liked, to succeed and
to be happy. Only they were obstinately traveling the wrong road in
search of it.
Out in the gymnasium the winning team were being carried about the
great room on the shoulders of admiring and noisy fans. Marjorie smiled
to herself as she reflected that this was a pleasant ending of her
basket-ball days. She had firmly determined not to play during the next
year. Standing among her teammates afterward, surrounded by a circle of
enthusiastic fans, it was borne upon her that she knew a great many
Hamilton girls. She had not thought her friendly acquaintances among
them so large.
You did what Muriel said you folks would do, Jerry exulted, when,
congratulations over, Muriel and Marjorie were free to join their
chums. You laid the junies up for the winter. That team must have been
crazy to challenge you. They played well, for them. Against your
fivegood night! A whitewash! Think of it!
They deserved it. Marjorie's eyes lost their smiling light. The
curves of her red lips straightened a trifle. We paid them for ragging
the freshies. They have had two hard defeats inside of two weeks. They
ought to retire on them. They are lucky in that we haven't made trouble
for them. Between you and me, Jeremiah, the Sans are not gaining an
inch at Hamilton. The juniors are peeved with them for not taking
proper interest in the Valentine dance. Many of the seniors disapprove
of them, particularly since the game they won dishonestly from the
freshies. Only a handful of the sophs cling to them. The freshiesI
don't know. They are still about half Sans-bound. Just the same,
democracy at Hamilton isn't on the wane. It's on the gain.
CHAPTER XXVI. ON MAY-DAY NIGHT.
The whitewashing which the sophomore team gave the Sans five, who
had so illy represented the juniors at basket ball, was a defeat the
Sans found hard to endure. Adopting Leslie's advice, they carried their
heads high and affected great exclusiveness. They also entered upon a
career of lavish expenditure within their own circle calculated to
attract and impress those who had formerly shown respect for them and
their money. It was successful in a measure. They could be snobbish
without trying. Nevertheless, they knew they had lost irretrievably.
The backbone of their pernicious influence was broken.
A warm and early spring brought the basket-ball season to a close
sooner than usual. Despite Marjorie's resolve not to play again, she
took part in one more game against the freshman. The sophs won by four
points, but the freshies were such a gallant five, they came in for
almost an equal amount of applause. They were dear to the hearts of the
sports-loving element of students.
As spring advanced with her thousand soft airs and graces, it seemed
to Marjorie that a new era of good feeling had come to Hamilton
College is nearer my ideal of it than it used to be, she said to
Jerry one bright afternoon in late April, as the two stood on the steps
of the Hall waiting for Helen, Leila and Vera, who had gone to the
garage for Leila's car. The five girls were going to Hamilton on a
shopping expedition. The first of May at hand, the Lookouts and their
intimates were going to follow the old custom of hanging May baskets.
Leila had proposed it. The others had hailed the idea with avidity.
Mine, too, nodded Jerry. When first we came back here we thought
we would have to depend on our own little crowd for our good times. Now
we have more invitations than we can accept. It's the same with lots of
the other girls, too. There's a really friendly spirit abroad on the
campus. The day of democracy is at hand.
I hope so. Anyway, things are pleasanter here than when we
enrolled. Of course, we know many of the students now. That makes a
difference. Still, there isn't the same chill in the social atmosphere
that there used to be. Here comes our good old chauffeur, Leila
Greatheart. She has been obliging and unselfish enough with us all to
deserve a carload of May baskets. How many are you going to hang,
About a dozen, more or less, Jerry replied indefinitely. I'll see
how expert I shall be at making them.
I'm going to make Leila a green one and fill it with pistachio bars
and green and white candies. On top I'll put a green and gold lace pin
I bought yesterday in Hamilton. I'll make Vera a pale pink one and fill
it with French bon-bons. I shall give her a very beautiful string of
coral beads that Captain gave me long ago. Vera and Leila have both
been so dear about taking us around in their cars, I want to make them
special presents. The other baskets I shall just fill with candy or
We'll have to make a trip to the florist's late on May-day
afternoon or our posies won't be fresh to put in the baskets. I shall
buy some little fancy baskets if I can find them. My own handiwork may
not turn out very well. Jerry had prudently decided to be on the safe
Filled with the goodwill attending the pretty spring-time custom, it
was a merry band of shoppers that invaded the Hamilton stores in search
of materials for baskets. Crêpe paper, ribbon, fancy silk and bright
artificial wreaths and boutennieres shown in the millinery windows were
purchased in profusion. Dainty baskets were not so easy to obtain. The
girls finally found the sizes and shapes they desired at the florist's
where they placed their order for May-day blossoms. The confectionery
they decided to leave until the day before the basket hanging, so that
it would be perfectly fresh. Don't insult your friends by handing 'em
stale candy, was Jerry's advice.
For four evenings following the first shopping trip, a round of
gaieties went on in one or another of the basket-makers' rooms. Under
their clever fingers the May-time tributes were fashioned rapidly and
well. Even Jerry found she could do amazing wonders with crêpe paper
ribbon and pasteboard, once she had got the hang of the thing.
The hardest problem which confronted the givers was how to hang
their offerings and slip away before the recipient opened her door and
nabbed the stealthy donor. As there was only one door knob to each
door, the gift baskets must perforce be set in a row before it. Each
girl had private dark intent of smashing the ten-thirty rule and
creeping out into the hall after lights were out. This would prevent
any attempt on the part of jokers to surreptitiously confiscate the
fruits of their industry.
Marjorie was confronted by a considerably harder problem. She had a
basket to hang which was destined to grace a door quite outside of the
Hall. She had purchased a particularly beautiful little willow basket.
Through its open work she had run pale violet satin ribbon. A huge bow
and long streamers of wider ribbon decorated the handle. The basket was
to be filled with long-stemmed single violets which grew in profusion
at the north end of the campus. To the curious questions of her chums
regarding the lucky recipient of the basket, she merely replied with a
laughing shake of her head, Maybe I'll tell you someday.
When the first pale stars of May-day evening appeared, Marjorie took
her violet basket and promptly disappeared. Wearing a plain blue serge
coat, a dark sports hat pulled well down over her curls, she crossed
the campus at a gentle run and hurried through the west entrance to the
highway. Her flower tribute she had covered with a wide black silk
scarf. Along the road toward Hamilton Estates she sped, keeping well
out of the way of passing automobiles. Onward she went until she
reached the gates of Hamilton Arms. She drew a soft breath of
satisfaction as she saw that they stood open. She had noticed they were
always a little ajar in the day time. She had feared that they might be
closed at night.
Seized by a sudden spasm of timidity, she stood still for an
instant, listening and peering ahead into the shadows. Then with a
gurgling laugh, indicative of her pleasure in the secret expedition,
she passed into the grounds and ran noiselessly toward the house at her
One thing was certain, she told herself, as her feet touched the
bottom step of the front veranda, if her presence were discovered there
would be no disgrace attached to the apprehension. Her heart was
thumping out a lively tattoo however, as she stole up to the heavy
double doors and felt for the knocker. There was a light in the hall
and in the room at the left of it. Miss Susanna was surely at home. Her
hand closing at last upon the object of her search, she stooped and
carefully set her basket on the stone threshold. Applying her young
strength to the knocker, she waited only to hear it sound inside, then
darted for the drive. While she dared not stop to look back, she
thought she heard the creak of an opening door when she was halfway
down the drive. Slightly winded from her mad dash, she paused outside
the gate, flushed and triumphant. Whether the door had opened or not,
she had at least succeeded in doing what she had set out to do.
CHAPTER XXVII. CONCLUSION.
Miss Susanna Hamilton was not the only one to receive an
overwhelming surprise that night. Opening the door of her room Marjorie
found it dark. With a sharp exclamation she groped for the wall button
and flashed on the light. Sheer amazement held her in leash for a
moment. The first thing upon which her gaze became fixed was a huge
white banner tacked above her couch bed. It bore in large red lettering
the legend, Merry May-day to Marjorie Dean, Marvelous Manager. On the
bed, covering it completely, was an array of May baskets that made her
gasp. There they were, the very ones she had admired most when her
friends were making them.
A trifle dazed at her sudden good fortune, Marjorie stood in rapt
contemplation of her friends' tributes. Before she had time to go
nearer to examine them, sounds of stifled laughter informed her that
she was not alone.
You may just come out of those dress closets, everyone of you, she
called, a tiny catch in her voice. I know perfectly well that's where
Silence followed her command. Suddenly a louder burst of laughter
greeted her ears. From the closets on both sides of the room her chums
emerged, fairly tumbling over one another.
If you will go out by yourself on secret basket-hangings you must
expect things to happen while you're gone, Jerry playfully upbraided.
I never dreamed of any such lovely surprise. Marjorie looked
almost distressed. And I was so mean to my little pals. I wouldn't
tell 'em who my violet May basket was for. You shouldn't have taken all
this trouble for me, dear children. I'm not worth one little bit of
Go tell that to the second cousin of your grandmother's great
aunt, was Leila's refreshing response. We all have good taste. Don't
belittle it. Since you feel a wee bit conscience-stricken over the
violet basket, you may square yourself by telling us who it was for.
I can guess, boasted Muriel. It was for Miss Humphrey.
No. Marjorie shook her head.
Then I don't know; unless it was for Doctor Matthews, Muriel
essayed with an innocent air. You have a speaking acquaintance with
him, I believe.
A shout of mirth followed this ingenuous guess.
Don't guess again, Marjorie implored.
I won't. I've guessed wrongly both times. I don't know anyone else
who might be in line for that scrumptious basket.
I know where it went, but I'll let Marjorie tell you, Jerry said
calmly. I told the girls they would have time to fix up the surprise
before you came back. Vera did that lettering on one of her sheets in
about five minutes. Maybe we didn't hustle, though. She had now turned
to Marjorie. Do you believe I know where you were?
Marjorie looked into Jerry's eyes and smiled. Yes, I think you
know, she answered. I'm going to tell you all. She swept her friends
with affectionate eyes. That basket was for Miss Susanna. I ran all
the way to Hamilton Arms with it. I was a little afraid of getting
caught by the servants, but I didn't meet a soul inside the gate.
It was her friends' turn to be astonished. A round of exclamatory
remarks went up at the information, followed by eager questions.
I can't explain why I did it, Marjorie began when the commotion
had subsided. I thought of Miss Susanna when first we planned to hang
May baskets. I felt as though she needed one. She will never know who
hung it. I hope it makes her happy. What I didn't expect was
this. She pointed to her own wealth.
We felt sorry for you in your lonely old age, giggled Helen. We
thought you needed something to cheer you up. But we're not going to
hang around here all evening. We are going to give Miss Remson a May
shower. Get the basket you made for her and come along. This is my
party. I've ordered Nesselrode pudding and French cakes from the
Colonial. Think of that!
Wonderful! Marjorie's eyes were dancing. She will be so delighted
to have a surprise party. She really deserves one.
So she does, and so did you, and you have had one. Helen dropped a
friendly arm over Marjorie's shoulder. Shyly she endeavored to convey
an affection she could not put into words. It was a warmth of regard
which Marjorie drew from those who had learned to know the fine
sweetness of her disposition.
I think we are the only ones at Hamilton to hang May baskets, Vera
observed. It's a custom that ought to be brought forward.
It is a beautiful idea. Ronny patted lovingly the big blue bow on
her basket for Miss Remson. She was extremely fond of the good little
We ought to go in for more of that sort of thing next year,
asserted Muriel. Goodness knows we have had enough friction to entitle
us to the peaceful pursuit of pleasant things.
'The pursuit of pleasant things.' repeated Marjorie. I like to
think of that as our outlook for next year. We have had two years of
hard fighting for democracy. I wish we might have peace next year and a
chance to invest our Alma Mater with new grace, by bringing back to her
some of these beautiful customs. As a junior I am going to think a good
deal about Hamilton traditions, too, and impress them on others, if I
How truly Marjorie carried out her ardent resolution during her
third year at Hamilton will be told in Marjorie Dean, College Junior.