kinda sore because you've been giving activities the
go-by."

"How about my studies?" Hugh retorted. "I suppose you want me to give
them the air. Well, I did the first term, and I made a record that I was
ashamed of. I promised my folks that I'd do better; and I'm going to. I
give an hour or two a day to track and several hours a week to the Glee
Club, and now I'm going to have to give several more to the Banjo Club.
That's all I can give at present, and that's all I'm going to give. I
know perfectly well that some fellows can go out for a bunch of
activities and make Phi Bete, too; but they're sharks and I'm not. Don't
worry, either; I won't disgrace the fraternity by making Phi Bete," he
concluded sarcastically.

"Oh, calm down, Hugh, and forget what I said," Tucker pleaded,
thoroughly sorry that he had started the argument. "You go ahead and do
what you think right and we'll stand by you." He stood up and put his
hand on Hugh's shoulder. "No hard feelings, are there, old man?"

Kindness always melted Hugh; no matter how angry he was, he could not
resist it. "No," he said softly; "no hard feelings. I'm sorry I lost my
temper."

Tucker patted his shoulder. "Oh, that's all right. I guess I kinda lost
mine, too. You'll be around to the meeting to-morrow night, won't you?
Better come. Paying fines don't get you anywhere."

"Sure, I'll come."

He went but took no part in the discussion, nor did he frequent the
fraternity house any more than he had previously. More and more he
realized that he had "gone with the wrong crowd," and more and more he
thought of what Graham had said to him in his freshman year about how a
man was in hell if he joined the wrong fraternity. "I was the wise
bird," he told himself caustically; "I was the guy who knew all about
it. Graham saw what would happen, and I didn't have sense enough to
take his advice. Hell, I never even thought about what he told me. I
knew that I would be in heaven if Nu Delta gave me a bid. Heaven! Well,
I'm glad that they were too high-hat for Norry Parker and that he went
with the right bunch."

Norville Parker was Hugh's Catholic friend, and the more he saw of the
freshman the better he liked him. Parker had received several bids from
fraternities, and he followed the advice Hugh had given him. "If Delta
Sigma Delta bids you, go there," Hugh had said positively. "They're the
bunch you belong with. Apparently the Kappa Zetes are going to bid you,
too. You go D