n surrounded by little children. And the little lady was
telling them a story. She had found her way to serve.

DADDY GRAY'S TEST

May Langley had spent four happy years at the University, and now
Commencement time had come. It had been easy for her to get her lessons,
so she had had time to herself. She was pretty and was always well
dressed; she could dance well and sing well, so of course she had been a
favorite, especially with the boys.

But the coming of the end of the school life had brought to her a real
problem. She knew some of the boys would want to write to her. Deep in her
heart she knew that some of them already liked her more than a little. She
could not write to all of them. Whom should she choose? Perhaps the one
she chose would eventually be the one she should marry, so it was wise to
choose with care. Over and over she turned the question in her mind.

There was Tom,--gay, careless Tom with a big heart and plenty of money.
His father was an oil man and there was no other child. He had done little
with his studies but he had given her many a good time. His life would
probably be one of ease. Tom was really quite attractive.

Then there was Bob, the football player. Already his name was known
throughout the country. It was great fun to go to games where he was to
play, for she shared the honors with him afterward. He was rough and
ready, and, at times, a bit too boisterous, but withal a good fellow.

Then there was Earl, the student. He had ranked first in his class but his
books were all in all to him. A good position was waiting for him in a
neighboring college and he had told her that he should marry so that he
could have a home of his own to which the students might come.

There were others, too, but these three seemed to stand out first in her
thoughts. How could she decide? She and her mother were alone in the world
and mother was a helpless cripple and so could not come to the
Commencement. For the first time in her life, she began to face the future
seriously.

'Twas the Sunday of Commencement week and she was strolling across the
campus when she saw in the distance dear, old Professor Gray--Daddy Gray,
the girls called him.

"He is the very person to help me," she said to herself, and hurried to
catch him before he left the campus.

"Daddy Gray," she began, "I have a queer question to ask you. I am
choosing some boy friends whom I wish to have as friends after I leave.
Tell m