atly."

"Was he!" said Ramsay Dunn, whose flushed face and preternaturally grave
demeanour sufficiently explained his failure to appear at Dr. Brown's
dinner. "While Mr. Smart's life was saved by the timely upper-cut of our
distinguished pacifist, Mr. Gwynne, without a doubt Mr. Scudamore--hold
him there, Scallons, while I adequately depict his achievement--"
Immediately Scallons and Ted Tuttle, Scudamore's right and left supports
on the scrimmage line, seized him and held him fast. "As I was saying,"
continued Dunn, "great as were the services rendered to the cause by our
distinguished pacifist, Mr. Gwynne, the supreme glory must linger round
the head of our centre scrim and Y. M. C. A. Secretary, Mr. Scudamore,
to whose effective intervention both Mr. Smart and Mr. Gwynne owe the
soundness of their physical condition which we see them enjoying at the
present moment."

In the midst of his flowing periods Dunn paused abruptly and turned
away. He had caught sight of Jane's face, grieved and shocked, in
the group about him. Later he approached her with every appearance of
profound humiliation. "Miss Brown," he said, "I must apologise for not
appearing at dinner this evening."

"Oh, Mr. Dunn," said Jane, "why will you do it? Why break the hearts of
all your friends?"

"Why? Because I am a fool," he said bitterly. "If I had more friends
like you, Miss Brown," he paused abruptly, then burst forth, "Jane, you
always make me feel like a beast." But Larry's approach cut short any
further conversation.

"Jane, I want to talk to you," said Larry impetuously. "Let us get away
somewhere."

In the library they found a quiet spot, where they sat down.

"I want to tell you," said Larry, "that I feel that I treated you
shabbily to-day. I have only a poor excuse to offer, but I should like
to explain."

"Don't, Larry," said Jane, her words coming with hurried impetuosity. "I
was very silly. I had quite forgotten it. You know we have always told
each other things, and I expected that you would come in this morning
just to talk over your medal, and I did want a chance to say how glad I
was for you, and how glad and how proud I knew your mother would be; and
to tell the truth really," she added with a shy little laugh, "I wanted
to have you congratulate me on my prize too. But, Larry, I understand
how you forgot."

"Forgot!" said Larry. "No, Jane, I did not forget, but this telegram
from Chicago came last night, and I was busy