Marjorie Dean Macy

he getting. Now here I am, caught in a snare. What’s hardest of all to bear, Marjorie, is having hurt Peter the Great. Be

of Peter Cairns’ luxurious private car “Speedwell,” Leslie cast

eft out it might start a whole lot of wondering about whom I had sold the garage site to, et cetera. Every move Peter and I made afterward would be watched. Of course we’d be found out. Then someone might start a rumor t

g Leila in chapel,” Marjorie returned frankly. “But, Leslie, by then you

eslie moodily shook her head. “It can nev

e completing in Peter Cairns’ private car. The next morning would see the travelers in New York Ci

d to the merry more democratic canopy of the Pullman car where from San Francisco to Chicago they might count upon f

rns’ daughter that she held nothing of the 35past against her. Leslie and her father motored to Mana?a there

company the two girls had discussed little else except the subject of Hamilton College. Leslie was never tired of hearing of the funny sayings and doings of Leila, Jerry and Muriel Harding. She discussed her own troubles wi

most to tell Marjorie. She and Marjorie had more than once discussed her determination to present Leila with the directorship of the theatre anonymously when

Speedwell. Marjorie and Leslie had the observation platform to themselves. Soberly glancing at Leslie’s clouded features Marjorie felt nothing but the deepest sympathy

llege. Most of the students you knew then, or who knew of you, have been graduated. There is a much better spirit abroad o

ie. “Of course there’s a better spirit now on the campus. You won what you fought for. But there are a certain number of students there s

, Leslie. The Travelers will stand by you through thick and thin. 37We understand how generous you are, and in time we shall make others se

ila, and help the dorms along. What more can one ask?” Leslie made an earnest gesture. “It’s like this, M

rjorie quoted lightly with an effort toward bringing Leslie out of her somber

d do over my senior year. When I went there I intended to tell him how much it would mean to me on my father’s account and of how hard I would try to redeem my past flivvers. He was frosty as a January morning

rie could not repress a

but he made me feel as though he hated even to speak to me. I know I deserved it. I wasn’t in his office five minutes hardly. My nerve went

laid a consoling hand on one of Leslie’s. “Did you

all,” Leslie r

d. It might have made a difference. I can’t b

slie had figured. There was also the recollection of the misunderstanding which Leslie had made between the president and his old friend, Miss Remson, t

ut I’d promised myself, that, for my father’s sake, there’d be nothing I’d leave undone

, Leslie.” Marjorie’s hand ti

d to me last spring that he had hoped some day to live at Carden Hedge, but that—he’d changed his mind. He never said once: ‘It’s all your fault.’ I wish he had. And I am the one who cheated him of happiness. He’d love t

ross the green fleeing landsca

father. After a while you will find a way. To be willing is h

ly Prexy had softened and said I might! After I had been graduated from Hamilton, the way would have been smooth for my father and me to live at the Hedge and be happy. After Prexy turned m

reply. “There is no reason why you shouldn’t come to the A

to stay on there to watch the building of the theatre. My father will be off and away. There is nothing to keep him in a small place like Hamilton. If we liv

rvous motion. She closed her eyes, forcing back the tea

s gray wash satin frock charmingly 41lightened her companion’s dark skin and irregular features. She guessed Leslie to b

an appeal on her part to President Matthews would help Leslie’s case. At least she could put forward to the president a generous side of Leslie of which he was not yet aware. She re

een arraigned before him and the College Board, returned vividly to Marjorie. For an instan

er trial for Leslie at Hamilton College? She could not but believe that no such request had ever been made to him before. Th

en aware of the shifting panorama of woods, meadows, streams and houses as the train steamed on its way. Instead

always been able to make fair recitations on a small amount of study. She wished with desperate fervor now that she had been a “dig” instead of a t

her chair with a suddenness t

ly brush a large cinder from the skirt of her white frock. She f

der which had brought forth the “Oh!” She had inadvertently stumbled upon a truth relative to a possible ret