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much pleased with himself. He felt a sort of righteous joy at the thought of his self-sacrifice in bringing about the prospective end of the quarrel.
Friday afternoon a big box of flowers went to Dorothy with Jack Walker's card.
That night as he rolled along in his carriage to the other side of the city he began to plan just how he would have Ned and Dorothy make up. He would get her to promise him to dance with Ned, then he would get Ned to invite her to dance—and once under her spell—Ned couldn't resist her, for Ned was "easy."
When the maid answered the bell Jack noticed a strange expression on her face. Before he could say anything she blurted out, "Miss Holmes has retired with the headache and wishes to be excused."
"Very well," said Jack.
He felt all sorts of inutterable things as he went down the steps. Hurrying back to the carriage as if afraid some one would see him, he gruffly directed the cabby to the hotel and to get there as soon as possible.
Several days after this Ned was sitting one afternoon in the hotel office, with his feet in a comfortably high position, his hat pulled down over his eyes and cigar between his fingers. He was started from his reveries by a brisk step and a slap on the shoulder. He looked up to see Jack standing before him, looking stiff and starched in his immaculate attire.
"Hello, Ned," he said, "I've been hunting for you the last three hours."
"That so?" said Ned glancing up unconcernedly-Jack was always wanting to see him.
"What's up now?" he said lazily.
"Why Dorothy has gone home. I have been down to the station to see her off," answered Jack.
“Have, eh? She was as charming as ever, I suppose?” said Ned.
"Of course she was," began Ned. "She---- Wait a minute, there's a fellow I want to see."
He hastened across the floor and bolted out of the office door, just as a florid faced German boy turned the corner.
Ned gazed curiously after his friend, wondering, "what now?" He saw him stop the boy, talk to him a moment, then turn slowly and come back into the office.
He walked toward Ned with his hands in his pockets, whistling softly. Then sitting down on the arm of a chair he picked up his cane, which he had dropped in his hurry, and said: "That confounded boy wants a dollar a piece for American Beauties."
"American Beauties! You don't tell me you sent flowers, do you?"
"Certainly," replied Jack. "You don't suppose I'd see a girl off without flowers do you?"
"Why no, of course not," said Ned dryly, then added: "Funny! Dorothy Holmes can usually manage fellows more gracefully than any girl I ever knew. She could twist me around her finger for instance, but she couldn't work you Jack."
"No," said Jack decidedly, "I showed her from the first she couldn't work me."
And Ned laughed.
FRANCES MOON.
Among the items of interest mentioned by the M. S. U. Independent are a Shakespeare contest, a joint trip by debaters from the literary societies and the 'Varsity ball team to Westminster, a presentation of "The Princess" by students of the department of elocution, and earnest preparation for their first field-day. The Independent is one of the most original and interesting of our exchanges. The following is from the column written by "Old Sport:"
"The fraternity man is a nice fellow who is introduced to a nice girl that dances nicely. He gives her nice candies and exquisite flowers and calls on her by rules of etiquette to have a nice time, just to have a nice little bill to pay. That's awfully nice. * * I feel sorry for a fraternity man because he almost without exception is unconsciouslr clannish and narrower than the same man before he was made a 'frat.'"