out. It
is such a clear, pleasant night the campus house girls won't need
carriages," answered Grace. "It is eight o'clock now. Don't you think
you had better start? You go on with the girls, Emma. I'll run over some
time during the evening for a few minutes."

After the merrymakers had set out for the gymnasium, Grace retired to
her office to write a letter to her mother. She had hardly settled
herself when the door bell rang and she heard a high, clear voice asking
the maid for Miss Ward.

"Please tell her to hurry, my car is waiting," instructed the voice, as
the maid ushered the newcomer into the living-room. Grace glanced
through the open door of the office into the next room. In Evelyn's
escort she recognized Althea Parker, one of the most snobbish girls at
Overton College, and a member of the sophomore class. Evelyn's
declaration on her arrival at Overton that she intended to cultivate the
richest girls in college now came back to Grace with disagreeable force.

"Good evening, Miss Harlowe," hailed Althea, as Grace rose and went
forward to greet her. "We are going to be late. I hope Evelyn won't keep
me waiting." There was a touch of impatience in her voice.

Even as she spoke there was a patter of light feet on the stairs, and
Evelyn appeared in the doorway, her evening coat and scarf on her arm.

Grace gave an involuntary gasp of admiration, while Althea cried out
openly, "Evelyn Ward, you are wonderful!"

Evelyn's violet blue eyes flashed with gratified vanity. She wore an
exquisite gown of white silk and lace made in an apparently simple but
very smart fashion, which revealed the pure beauty of her white throat
and rounded arms, increasing her loveliness tenfold. She wore white silk
stockings and white satin slippers with little rhinestone buckles. Her
thick golden hair was drawn high on her head in a graceful knot and
clustered in little curls about her temples and over her forehead, while
her whole face was alive with excitement. At her corsage was an immense
bunch of violets, evidently sent her by her escort.

"Shall I do?" she asked pertly, walking over to the living-room mirror
for a last peep at herself.

"You look very lovely to-night," said Grace honestly.

"Thank you," she swept Grace a curtsey. A faint mocking smile played
about her red lips, as though she doubted the sincerity of the remark.
Slipping on her evening coat of white broadcloth, and placing an
extremely handsome scarf of whit