The Prospector

the coming winter; the trees, bony and bare but for a few rags of summer dress, russet-brown and gold, stood softened of all their harshness in the purple haze and slanting, yellow light of the aut

ive. The tingle in the air

d out from under the trees on the we

, who with a young man followed more sedately i

n gown, brown hair and eyes, red cheeks, and wholesome, happy

uiet, but thrilling with intense feeling. "There

rt critic declares this building the most symmetrical, the most harmonious, the most perfectly proportioned bit of

grey face of the University building-the harmonious variety of lines and curves in curious gargoyles, dragons, and gryphons

he whole thing, I mean-park, lawn

football garb came running

tty, the younger sister, ecstat

kling this evening, with McGill men even now in town thirsting for their blood

banks had been the rendezvous for students, and, as many of these had been football men, the young lad

it," exclaimed Betty as the

There's Campbell! He's a truly great captain, knows

Nab, isn't it? Aren't they the

yonder goes `Shock,

ng and smiling my best and sweetest for four years, and though he knows a lot of the men we know he is just as much

s, aren't they?" inquired

There's Martin and Bate

.' do wish they would look. They needn't pr

business. You surely don't expect to divert their attention from the purs

serenely, and shook

y, some day they will grovel.' Alas, only too soon! And, indeed, h

are!" cri

haughtily, and Mr. Llo

not even glance

now," said Ll

ch besotted devotion to

insisted Betty. "But why is

g, carriage, etc. But I am not an authority. Ask little Brown,

"Now, what is the reason for Shock's name? Is

if feature it be, for, when you pull him feet first out of a scrimmage, a method not

ing over after tea. You ar

. "I shall

the cosy, homelike parlour of the Fairbanks' that evening,

etty much the same way. Well, the old captain married a Spanish girl. I have seen her portrait, and she was a beauty, a `high-bred Spanish lady,' sure enough. Lived somewhere in the islands. Came home with the Captain, and died in Halifax, leaving her seven year old boy in char

omance," s

med Betty. "And he

Don's not a

en he t

Shock one night. He

and in answer to Betty's inquiring look added,

bout Shock's name

y. "You have seen him come ou

ust lovely then?

rsome spectacle. Lovely! But it was ever thus. 'B

now, but it doesn't hurt at all," said Brown. "He

d Berserker!"

astically. "The way he puts his head right down into a

n little part in the conversation, "and

Lloyd. "That's wha

"Why don't we get to know him? Tell me about him," sh

hesi

l that, you know. He has only his mother, a dear old Highland lady, poor, proud, and independent. She lives in a quaint little house out on the Commons

" interru

with his college work, and even with his football. You ought to see him lay a out the big matches before her on the tea table wit

e eyes beginning to glow. "G

he had been taking a liberty wit

re to tell. They live a very quiet, very s

of football?"

ted t

game? Has she never seen S

ev

she be

Highlander whose picture in warlike regali

ng to see her,"

ooked a

at

am going

"Yes, and be sure to leave three

imed Betty indignantly. "

t you and wondering what was your particular business, and the

she not cal

s her knittin

way, somehow. I'll a

said Helen. "No man would like exhib

dly, saying, "I'll find some wa

ho

amusement and p

wn's tone is sad and severe, "in my young days young people

y impatiently. "Has she no oth

orror,-and Shock, and Shock's doings and goings-and foo

n idea," cried

," appeal

d. "An idea, you know, is to some

later I may impa

s," said Brown humbly, "if y

vacuum, you kno

h the eyes of his Spanish mother, but with the head and jaw of his Scotch sea-captain father. With all his ease of manner th

with a somewhat formal bow, he

Balfour. We are not going to allow you to

f," cried Brown. "You

d Helen. "We want to as

eplied The Don. "I a

du

and regale themselves upon cake and all sorts of indigest

or years Helen and I have known him, a

uade him to come

e to try-" The Don paused, looking

k to me," interrupted Betty. "But if you'll

e enough, they returned

k of coarse, yellow hair. But he had a strong, honest face, and good, deep blue eyes. He seemed too big for the room, and after shaki

ld hardly be more striking. All in the room were conscious of this contrast and sought in every way to m

ged with his hands and feet, and replied at unexpected places, in explosive monosyllables at once ludicrous and disconcerting. Not even The Don

the attempt and rose to go, saying: "You will need to excu

on his feet gave abundant testimony to the agony

aid Brown, far more eage

to Shock, as she shook hands with him.

r might wish to see him for, and when Betty tried to extract a promise from

was not to

id. But again Shock looked blank, while Brown

mother be in?"

y, except when she goe

ing, and The Don began to

rately, "I would like to

nswered: "We have no friends in the

"Get a sharp attack of typhoid and Mrs. Macgregor

k enthusiastically. "She

e late now. Come along, Shock," and the three

id Beth. "And didn't

as dreadfully shy, and you ought to have left him alone. And now for my great idea. I will t

. "And I'll go with you. Bu

e'll ask Mr. Brown to drive around with us

he party?" humbly asked Lloy

e to need somebody, and you w

eir plan. At once Brown entered heartily into it, and calling with them in the afternoon persuaded the old lady that she ought to attend the great

e his last game,

resque, of all the groups that surrounded the campus next day was that which filled the Fairbanks carriage, consisting