wrote a story in a highly sensational style
and brought it to me to read. She was going to send it to her paper,
then mail copies of the edition in which the story appeared to a number
of girls here. She had a long list, which she showed me, and wanted me
to promise to help her address the papers and send them to the various
girls. But after I had that talk with Julia Crosby I vowed within myself
that the little time I had left at Overton should be devoted to some
better cause than planning petty, silly ways of 'getting even.' I can't
tell you how thankful I am that I have had this chance to live up to a
little of what I promised myself I would do. There is just one thing I'd
like to know, and that is the truth of the story concerning Miss
Denton's father."

"I shall be glad to tell you all I know, which is really very little,"
answered Grace, and once more repeated the story of what their holiday
visit to the old hunter had brought forth. "I wrote to Mr. Denton to the
address in Nome the very next day after we were out at Jean's and have
written once since then, and so has Ruth, but we have never received an
answer. Still, I believe that we shall yet hear from him. I feel certain
that he is still living. I really hated to tell Ruth, and raise her
hopes only to destroy them again by having to say that he had never
answered our letters, but we decided that it was best for her to know.
She has been so brave and dear. We told Miss Thayer, and my three
friends know it, too, but we don't want any one else to know unless Ruth
really finds her father. It is her own personal affair, you see."

"But how did Miss West find it out?" was Alberta's question.

Grace shook her head. "Don't ask me," she said, a hint of scorn in her
eyes. "I am so glad you prevailed upon her to give up the plan, for
Ruth's sake and for her own as well."

"She was very determined at first, but she finally weakened and promised
to drop the whole idea after she found that we were opposed to her
plan," rejoined Alberta.

"You did a good day's work for Ruth," smiled Grace, holding out her hand
to the other girl.

Alberta leaned forward in her chair and took Grace's hand in both of
hers. "I wish I hadn't been so blind, Miss Harlowe. If I had only tried
to know you long ago. There is so little of my college life left I can't
hope to win your respect and liking."

"Don't try," laughed Grace. "You have my respect already, as for my
liking, I'd be very g