Ruth Fielding At College; or, The Missing Examination Papers

ty, stuck-up thing," declar

should worry about the famous authoress of can

see 'The Heart of a Schoolgirl' she wrote? W

other of the group of girls standing upon the wide porch of D

kling Lake Remona. Save the boathouse and the bathing pavilions, Dare and Dorrance Halls at the east side

tories and the meadows along the Remona River where bog hay wa

sparkling surface being hidden by the green and hilly bulk of Bliss Island. The shaded

been viewing this lovely landscape with pleasure. Now

etted at that backwoods' school where she has been that I s

eyes of the plump girl who was listening. But the latter smiled

wo, of course. It's bad enough to have the

st year at this time, Edie,"

his Ruth Fielding, the authoress, in her place

iet girl who had not spoken before. "Rem

" demanded t

rl, you know," said

Edith said. "But that was

body," pu

aid, "Dr. Milroth forbade an

? That's old-fashioned. We're too ladylik

blokey!'" d

arse, Miss MacGreggor,

But she will have to take it out in threatenings, I fear. We

rrible thing they did to Margaret Rolff. She was

osen by the Kappa Alpha as a candidate. Glad I wasn't one i

t!" gasped Edith.

arked another of the group. "And now none of the sororities

ied Edith. "The sorori

rgaret Rolff was just about scared out of her wits, t

l in the background who, although taking no part in the discussion, was ve

wise a sophomore. "The whole college knew it at the time. When Margaret Rolff lef

laimed May MacG

, making a face at the Scotch lassie. "Didn't Mis

You'd have thought it was he

"It was mixed up in that initiation and lost. I know tha

at was an Egyptian curio-very old and very valuable. Pay for it, indeed! Those Kapp

et girl, "it was a terrible

and got away with the lo

who's coarse?" dema

veral days in advance of the opening of the semester. Indeed, it is always advisable for freshmen, espe

o be amused by it, had already been on the ground long enough to know her way about

hing about it when Edith Phelps began t

It seems she has an acquaintance who teaches

oods' school!" sai

," declared Edith. "And Cullam's friend wrote her that Fi

girl," said Dora. "Perhaps R

a? Is there anything modest about the moti

ried one of her listen

gers and her hair will be eternally flying about her careworn features. Well! and what a

chuckled t

funny to

-talking girl I ever listened

ld be more particularly inq

here! And in s

e, for a fact," May MacGreggor said

glory had nothing on this lad

ge. This car that came chugging down the hill to the entrance of Dare Hall was a very fine touring automobile. The girl in the tonneau, ba

runk," whispered Dora Parton. "Why, tha

, at any rate,

Phelps. "See the initials, 'R. F.' What

ound, and she actually had to stuff her handkerchie

ptly, for he had to remove some of the "excess bag

hink she belongs he

napped Edith, who had evidently made up her mind not

ed the fact that, although dressed in the very height of fashion (whatever that ma

p of girls above her on the porch. "I suppose the

hat each girl shall carry her own baggage to her room.

Oh!" from the other girls, and the ne

poofing me, aren't

MacGreggor. "That's the v

m 'dear ol' Lunnon'," gasped

ce to have a 'close up' taken of that heap of luggage? It really

ked very much puzzled. The cha

es, Miss, I might as well be goi

e gave him a bill. He lifted his cap, entered the car, t

a castaway on the shore of a desert island, with all th

terious R. F. felt