Betty Wales Senior

to fulfil. But Helen had a mission of her own-the mission of being queer. Sometimes she hated it, sometimes she laughed at it, always it see

ng" to things as the other girls did. She was still an outsider. An unexplainable something held her aloof from the easy familiarities of the life around her, and made it inevitable that she should be, as she had bee

om or the view. It was "make-up" day for the sketch department-Helen's department of the "Argus." In half an hour she must submit her copy to Miss Raymond for approval-not that the exact hour of the day was specified, but if she waited until nearer dinner-time or until evening Miss Raymond was very likely to be at home, and Helen dreaded, while she enjoyed a personal interview with her divinity. Curiously enough she was more than ever afraid of Miss Raymond since she had been chosen editor of the "Argus." She was

sting a precious afternoon in a futile attempt to square her conscience and still do as she pleased about those verses. One of them was Helen's own. It was good; Miss Raymond had said so with emphasis, and Helen wanted it to go into the "Argus." She had rather expected that Jane Drew would ask for it for the main department of the magazine; but she hadn't, and her copy had gone to Miss Raymond the day before. The other verses were also stamped with Miss Raymond's heartiest approval, and lik

her of them would say. "Put in your own verse, silly child! Why didn't you say you'd like it used in the other

, couldn't. For who knew how much getting into the "Argus" might mean to that unknown other girl? Helen had never so much as heard her name before, tho

some day," Helen sighed. "A

folding her own verses and pushing them vindictively into t

were dark. She was in time then. But when she knocked on the half-opened door she

I've brought you the material for the sketch departme

g table. As she stood for a moment full in the glare

isturbed you," she said

"Not resting. Thinking. Do yo

len doubtfully. "Isn't that what col

would in all cases," said Miss Raymon

mean to be conceited, Miss R

ish you needn't go over and over them, trying to better them, trying to reason out the whys and wherefores of them, trying to live yourself into the places of the people who have to endure th

d silence, and watched her as

man, is she? She sounds very promising. Ellen Lacey-yes, I remember that story. Cora Wentworth-oh, I'm very

" repeated Helen

idn't know," she said. "It is a mere coincid

heme class last week. And at the close of the hour I asked you to let me have them and sev

ond. "Have you told her

g to write her a note as soon as I got

iced that they are

which she was sure could not be considered at all "remarkable." "I-well, I went most

t blame you for not fully appreciating them. No girl ought to

nd Helen wondered if s

or which she has to thank Harding college, and that I am the only person to whom she cares to say good-bye. I don't know why she should except me. I had quite forgotten her. I associated nothing whatever with the name on those verses until I looked at it again just now. I considered the tragic note in them merely as a literary triumph. I never thought of the g

Helen, "if you think

has a dreadful scar on one cheek, from a cut or a burn, that gives her face a

which led her a little out of her way, to the house whe

," she told Jane artfully, "that I feel like celeb

er at Cuyler's; and Helen, after arranging to meet her guest down-town, hurried on to the

for herself. She flushed with embarrassment when she saw Helen, and her dr

," she said. "I don't have many calls. You must

ing to think how Betty Wales would have put the other

g ready to pack, rather," and she led the way up-stairs to a big room that, even in its half-dismantle

ion to make," said Helen g

eady sent them in to Miss Raymond, and now I've c

perfectly welcome to them of course. You needn't h

ever in her life had she worked so hard to make conversation as she did in the next ten minutes. The "Argus," the new chapel rules, Miss Raymond and her theme classes, t

ke a hint," reflected Helen, "but I do

's window could be seen Mrs. Chapin's house

r heart. Betty Wales, who had worked so hard to get at a little of the story of Helen's freshman year would have been amazed at the confidences she poured out so freely to this strange

first apathetically, the

en Helen had finished. "I thought

Helen brightly. "There ar

said the girl, with a swift, pa

"Please don't think about it

ble way, but it's horrible just of itself. I entered Harding because I thought the college life-the

ected college to do it all for us, while we-just sat. But I can tell you-do you play basket-ball? Anyhow you've seen

. "No," she said, "I've never been much interested in baske

ped away from the very things you were trying to get hold of," she said. "You've expected things to com

nodded.

lly clever senior and an editor. She's going to have dinner with me at Cuyler's, and I'd like you to come too. You see one of the

rter he

ully. "It looks perfectly fresh to me, but

come," said Mis

d at the table to speak to Jane or Helen, smiled and nodded affably when they were introduced. Some of them stared a little, at the unusual combination of two prominent seniors and an obscure underclassman, but Miss Carter did not flinch. After dinner, when Jane had gone to speak to some frie

even though she should have to borrow largely fr

mond, hurrying to meet an important engagement

len's brief story of her adventures. "You're a person of

e'd say that than have sixty verses in the 'Argus.' Oh, what a selfish pig I was trying to be! I don't deserve to have it all com

n riotous and jubilant se

ewe!" shrieked Polly East

m not Sara,"

ned Polly impatiently. "It's going to be simply

down on the floor, since the bed and

manded Polly, tos

oking things for Mr.

et those all right

oyd has lear

st rehearsal," said Polly serenely. "I'm sure I ho

I gi

elongs to a hand-organ man in Boston. The Italian bootblack at the station

im five dollars and his fare up from Boston. It's well worth it.

onkey across the stage," said Betty. "I s

at when she took the part," said

r a dance afterward," suggested the ingenious Georgia

too," put in somebody else. "There's no

can take turns handing them out to the monkey. How many pennies

hange places with any of them. They only see their own little piece of things, and they don't even know it's little,-like the man who didn't know anything about the forest he was walking through, because he got so interested in the trees.

lf," she decided. "She doesn't exactly think, but she knows. And she