Grace Harlowe's First Year at Overton College

st year, Grace, when we stood on this platform an

sked Grace Harlowe, tur

going to slip away quietly without saying good-bye to any one but your mother, a

down here to see you and Miriam, too," laughed Gra

urrounded by their many friends, who, regardless of the fact that it was half-past seven

ked Miriam Nesbit, who, despite the chatter that was g

ca went away last Monday. Doesn't it seem dreadful that we are obliged to be separat

en, who, with Marian Barber, had been stand

d straight to the circle surrounding the three girls, where they were received with

pt as usual. We threw as much as a shovelful of gravel against his window, but he ne

I slept a wink last night knowing that the friends of my youth were about to

dile tears, although I don't believe you could be sad long enough to

ish Nora here to stand up for me! She wouldn't allow any o

of any kind to you," said Miriam, consulting

we's Plebe Year at High School." The story of their freshman year was one of manifold trials and triumphs. It was at the beginning of that year that Grace Harlowe had championed the cause of Anne Pierson, a newcomer in Oakdale. Then and there a friendship sprang up between the two girls that was destined to be life long. The repe

by, a disagreeable junior, and Miriam Nesbit, a disgruntled sophomore, to disgrace Anne and wrest the basketball captaincy from Grace. Through the magnani

n need of assistance. In that volume Eleanor Savelli, the self-willed daughter of an Italian violin virtuoso, made her appearance. The difficulties Grace and her chums encountered in try

ass bazaar, the daring theft of their hard-earned money before the bazaar had closed, and Grace Harlowe's final recovery of the stolen money under the strangest of circumstances, furnished material for a narrative of particular interest. After graduation the four chums, accompanied by their nearest and dearest friends, had spent a long and delightful summer in Europe. On returning to Oakdale the real partin

ow embarrassed I felt at so much attention, and yet how sweet it was to know that you had gathered here, not to see David Nesbit, Reddy Brooks, To

. "I don't see why we ever wok

not half so much as you will miss me. I hope you will think of me, and you may write to me occasionally i

s his chest and looked lang

ound the girls and derisive groans from t

g, shrill whis

t kisses and handshakes were exchanged. Reckless promises to send letters and postcards were made. Then, still surrounded, Grace, Miriam and Anne made their way to the car steps and into the train. Grace clung first to her mother then to her father. "How can I do without you?" she said ov

father, a suspicious mist in his own eyes, "you are not to rush headlong into thing

Truly I will," responded

conductor. Those who had entered the t

" cried Grace, leani

moved off, clear on the air, ro

Dear old Oakdale. I wonder if we can ever l