look like a lion then with his tousled mop of tawny yellow hair,
or like some wild beast at any rate. Jack called my attention to
him. They had been warm friends when Jack was a Senior and
he a Freshman. He had been handsome then, according to his
photographs, but he was far from handsome in his dirty football
suit. And he did something that afternoon that has forever con
demned him in my estimation. A little player had started to run
away from a struggling mass of men with the ball tinder his arm,
and was tearing with all his might down the field, when this big
fair haired brute gave chase and after a hard run almost caught
up to him. Then instead of catching and holding him as he
might have done, he threw himself bodily through the air and
grabbed the little fellow by the knees, bringing him down with a
thud. It was some time before the little fellow could get up and
walk around, but this big brute was cheered as a hero, because he
saved a touchdown Jack explained. And he must be stupid and
dull. He looked like it at the game, and despite the arguments to
the contrary I don't believe half these football men ever study,
but are allowed to go through college because they help advertise
the place. Ido hope Jack won't introduce me. I don't want to
meet him, and I'm afraid I can't even be civil to him. Would
you want to meet him Anne?" turning suddenly to her maid but
fortunately there was no disaster this time for Anne had just put
on the finishing touch and was about to tell her mistress to rise
and proceed with other operations.
" Mercy! no, Miss Elizabeth," was her reply, " I am surprised
at Mr. John for wanting to introduce you to such a bad man."
Just then a deep bass voice was wafted up from the floor below,
" Almost ready, sirs? The carriage is waiting."
" Coming, Jack," was the cheery reply, and in a minute John
Graham felt more proud of his " little sister " than ever as he
watched her coming down the staircase. Well he might, for a
more graceful, stately, handsome girl would be hard to find.
Tall, dignified, erect, with beautiful deep blue eyes that shone
with fearless womanhood and self-reliance, creamy skin and per
fectly chiselled features surmounted by rich luxuriant coils of
dark brown hair in which nestled a single rose. Well, he knew
that he was escorting the queenliest girl that would grace the ball
that night.
" Elizabeth, allow me to present my old friend, Tom Arm-
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