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Jane Allen Junior

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chance to tell you what it has meant to me. Just now," he smiled broadly, "those freshies have me bound in their riddle game and I can't talk intelligently; tongue-tied," he finished. "I understand," spoke up Jane, smiling herself. "They are a wonderful team--and I am much interested in both." "So am I," called out the chivalrous Ted, as he answered an ear- splitting honk from his chums and rushed out to the big waiting car. Sally and Shirley were at the steps to see him off, and now Jane joined them. Ted tossed back a freshman's cap, snatched from the head of a luckless "stude" who must go all the way to Yorktown uncapped. He threw the "inkspot" out high in the air, and as it came down, somehow it managed to come within reach of Jane's outstretched palm. Promptly she donned it, of course, and the trophy instantly became an object of excited interest among the retiring dancers. It was only a very small black cloth cap, and a poor freshman was now going home with his inadequate hand on a cold head in lieu of it, but somehow when Jane stuck it on the wall between two Wellington pennants, the juniors' and freshmen's, it seemed a symbol of her mystic relationship with the girl who carried the Allen scholarship. "I'll leave it here until we can clean up," she said looking affectionately at the small black spot on the wall. "Then, of course, it goes to my room." "Of course," echoed Judith dolefully. "I suppose the ownership of that puts you in a Yorktown frat." "Hardly, but it will be a little souvenir of this wonderful night." Both Sally and Bobbie were beside her now. Their cheeks blazed still with excitement, and eyes continued the dance even now echoing through those beam-bedecked walls. "Wasn't it wonderful?" exclaimed Sally. "I never thought I could have such a perfect time," sighed Bobbie. "That's Wellington," commented Jane loyally. "We do everything just right under that banner," and picking up her little party bag she was ready to leave for sleeping quarters. "And do you know what Ted called Kitten when she came down from presenting the flowers?" teased Bobbie. "What?" asked Jane merrily. "King Pin of the Freshies!" replied Bobbie. "Doesn't that sound like a class yell?" "I hope it will be some day," said Jane. But Sally's blue eyes were proclaiming something--something far removed from the honor and glory promised by her junior sponsor. And even Bobbie's insistent joking could not dispel that strange foreboding. "Sally!" charged Jane, noting her sudden preoccupating, "are you seeing things?" "Why?" A flush suffused the face just showing the tell-tale lines of fatigue. "I sometimes think you two girls are base deceivers," Jane joked. "You change your cast of countenance as quickly as--" "Now Janie, you leave our little star alone," ordered Judith. "Seems to me any girl would be flustered after a first night of this kind." "Of course," dimpled Jane. "Here, children, please take these things. I will be held responsible for them and there's no telling who might take a notion to cover her couch with that lovely silk scarf." They gathered up the precious trophies, flags and scarfs. Then the lights were out at last. CHAPTER XXV THE DAY AFTER THE BIG NIGHT. The flush of success invaded old Wellington. As a whole the place seemed suffused with a pardonable pride, and as individuals each girl seemed justly proud of the small part she played in making up that grand total. Even the big city papers sent out reporters to get a "good story" of the mid-year dance, and more than one scribe waylaid the popular girls, pleading for pictures. Judith Stearns, as sub-editor of the Blare, the college paper, had a part in giving out this general publicity, and what a joy it was to describe the gowns of Jane, Bobbie, Doze and lists of others! Jane was busy dismantling the dance room--the big assembly room in Warburton--and no classes were to be called for any work during the morning, so that conditions and students might just slide back into orderliness and thence to the serious work of finishing the last semester. Party dresses were packed away by reluctant hands, boxes tied up and labelled hopefully for the next dance, while heads that had been

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