y.

"Well, I guess it's up to me to come," he said. "Yes, I'm game. I'll
come."

Bryan turned his big goggles on Leslie.

"Will you come?"

"Why, yes, if Allison does, I will," agreed Leslie, dimpling.

"That's all right," said Bryan, turning back to Allison. "Now, what do
you do when you rush? You'll have to teach us how."

"Well," said Allison thoughtfully, "we generally pick out our best
rushers, the ones that can talk best, and put them wise. We never let
the fellow that's rushed know what we're doing. Oh, if he has brains,
he always knows, of course; but you don't say you're rushing him in so
many words. At college we meet a fellow at the train, and show him
around the place, and put him onto all the little things that will
make it easy for him; and we invite him to eat with us, and help him
out in every way we can. We appoint some one to look after him
specially, and a certain group have him in their charge so the other
frats won't have a chance to rush him----"

"I see. The other frats being represented by the devil, I suppose,"
said the round-eyed boy keenly without a smile.

Allison stared at him, and then broke into a laugh again.

"Exactly," he cried; "you've got onto the idea. It's your society over
against the other things that can draw them away from what you stand
for. See? And then there's another thing. You want to have something
ready to show them when you get them there. That's where our alumni
come in. They often run down to college for a few days and help us out
with money and influence and experience. If you've got good working
alumni, you're right in it, you see. We generally appoint a committee
to talk things over with the alumni."

"You mean," said Bryan, drawing his brows together in a comical way
behind his goggles, "you mean--pray, I suppose."

"Why," said Allison, flushing, "I suppose that would be a good idea. I
hadn't thought of it just in that way."

"You called Christ our alumnus the other night," reminded the literal
youth solemnly.

"So I did," acknowledged Allison embarrassedly. "Well, I guess you're
right. But I don't know much about that kind of line."

"I'm afraid there don't many of us," put in the bashful president. "I
wouldn't hardly know who to appoint on such a committee. There's only
two or three like to pray in our meetings. There's Bryan; we always
ask him because he doesn't mind, and I--well, I do sometimes when
there's no one else, but it comes hard; and