Victor Lee was a fine, manly-looking fellow. He possessed a
fine physique. Open air exercise from early boyhood had given
him a sinewy, muscular frame of great strength, as well as a
finely shaped and perfectly developed figure. His face was a
pleasing one. He had a frank, open, merry countenance, with
charming brown eyes. Besides, he looked intellectual and was a
bright fellow.
That afternoon the tout ensemble of Victor Lee was such as
would attract the attention of any woman, as he and his chum,
Jack Crawford, strolled along on their way to the tea, dressed in
their Tuxedo coats and silk heavers, looking perfectly groomed.
His chum grinned maliciously as he noticed his companion's
haste, and he began to " jolly " him. '' She's up to de limit an'
out o' sight,' but my susceptible young friend she's not a flirt
and not one of the kind who falls in love. You'd better get ready
for a discussion on literature or social sciences. Gad I I believe
those girls at Bryn Mawr dig out more in the course of four years
than we do. I played light' this morning when we drifted
into a discussion on social dynamics ! "
Jack Crawford was wrong in saying that Marion Langford was
not the kind of a girl to fall in love, She was much pleased with
Victor Lee. During commencement week he had met her con
stantly—at the Glee Club Concert, the Senior German and at
several early morning parties. Of course she was treated like a
" queen " by all the men, and Victor was always one of a dozen
or more who hovered about her.
She was just the kind of a girl that a college man falls in love
with. Beautiful she certainly was, with a crown of black, wavy
hair, in charming contrast with her clear blue eyes, veiled by
long black lashes; her features almost classical in their outline.
She possessed a fine loving nature that enjoyed the best in every
thing, but back of it, coming to notice every little while in some
fearlessly spoken opinion or some thoughtful, gracious act; there
appeared a soul that looked unswervingly for the highest and best
in a man's nature. " How peerless she is," Victor thought—
" this treasure of fragrant womanhood;" withal there was that
about her that seemed to be all grace, kindliness, courtesy, and
many a poor fellow, who was " no farmer," fell down and adored.
Victor Lee had been the lucky man, and a year after he had
met Marion Langford at that afternoon tea, cards were out an
nouncing their engagement. Marion Langford had departed for
The Free Lance.
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