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Jane Allen: Right Guard

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"Perfectly," replied Freda. "I'd rather it would be that way. I can see no good in dragging up unpleasant things. We'd rather not hear about them." "The paper itself speaks for those who drew it up," smiled Marie. "It's easy to place the blame where it belongs." Ida and Kathie's warmly expressed opinion coincided with that of their companion. "Shall we not speak of more pleasant things? What of the dance? At what time shall we come for you?" Adrienne had addressed herself to Freda. Glad to get away from the distasteful topic they had been discussing, the girls began to make their arrangements for the freshman frolic. After a little further talk, the five callers took their leave. "Well, what are we going to do about it?" demanded Judith, the moment they had reached the street. "I agree with that nice Miss Benham. We can't afford to have a paper like that going the rounds of the college." "I will of my own accord go to the Prexy. He is of _mon pere_ the old
Helping Himself

HELPING HIMSELF CHAPTER I THE MINISTER'S SON "I wish we were not so terribly poor, Grant," said Mrs. Thornton, in a discouraged tone. "Is there anything new that makes you say so, mother?" answered the boy of fifteen, whom she addressed. "Nothing new, only the same old trouble. Here is a note from Mr. Tudor, the storekeeper." "Let me see it, mother."
friend. He will not allow that such mischief should be done." Adrienne threateningly wagged her curly head, as she made this vengeful announcement. "Good for you, Imp!" lauded Judith. "I think either Prexy or Miss Rutledge ought to be told," concurred Ethel. "It would nip the whole business in the bud. There'll be more of this sort of thing if it isn't stopped right away. "Did you hear what I said, Jane?" she questioned over her shoulder to Jane, who was walking behind her with Norma. Ethel, Adrienne and Judith had taken the lead. "Yes, I heard. Let's wait until we get back to the Hall to talk this over," Jane grimly proposed. "We'll have time to settle it before the ten-thirty bell." "Come on, then. Forward march!" ordered Judith. "The sooner we get there the longer we'll have to talk." This important point settled, a brisk hike to the Hall became the order. "Don't stop to talk to anyone," commanded Judith, as they scampered up the front steps. "Make a bee-line for our room. I'll hang out a 'Busy'