grew red with embarrassment for his friend
who was thus "rushing on to make a fool of himself."

Scarborough's glance traveled slowly from row to row of expectant young
men.

"Mr. Chairman and fellow-members of the Washington and Jefferson
Society," he said in a conversational tone. "I have the honor of
placing in nomination Frank Adee, of Terre Haute. In addition to other
qualifications of which it would be superfluous for me to speak in this
presence, he represents the masses of the membership of this society
which has been too long dominated by and for its classes. It is time
to compel the fraternities to take faction and caste and political
wire-pulling away from this hall, and to keep them away. It is time to
rededicate our society to equality, to freedom of thought and speech,
to the democratic ideas of the plain yet proud builders of this college
of ours."

Scarborough made no attempt at oratory, made not a single gesture. It
was as though he were talking privately and earnestly with each one
there. He sat amid silence; when a few barbs nervously applauded, the
fraternity men of both factions, recovering themselves, raised a
succession of ironical cheers. A shabby, frightened barb stood
awkwardly, and in a trembling, weak voice seconded the nomination.
There was an outburst of barb applause--strong, defiant. Pierson was
anxiously studying the faces of his barbs.

"By Jove," he muttered, "Vance has been caught napping. I believe
Scarborough has put up a job on us. If I can't gain time we're beat."
And he sprang to his feet, his face white. In a voice which he
struggled in vain to keep to his wonted affected indifferent drawl, he
said: "Mr. Chairman, I move you, sir, that we adjourn." As he was
bending to sit his ready lieutenant seconded the motion.

"Mr. Chairman!" It was an excited voice from the rear of the hall--the
voice of a tall, lank, sallow man of perhaps thirty-five. "What
right," he shouted shrilly, "has this Mr. Pierson to come here and make
that there motion? He ain't never seen here except on election nights.
He----"

The chairman rapped sharply.

"Motion to adjourn not debatable," he said, and then mumbled rapidly:
"The question's the motion to adjourn. All in favor say Aye--all
opposed, No--the ayes seem to have it--the ayes have----"

"Mr. Chairman; I call for a count of the ayes and noes!" It was
Scarborough, standing, completely self-possessed. His voice was not
rai