ch hat?"

Jessica found the individual presently, starting slightly when she saw
his face.

"I do believe it's Anne's father," she whispered.

"It just is," said David, "and he's looking hard at Anne, too. I wonder
if he means to make another scene."

"Poor Anne!" sighed Jessica. "She seems to have more than her fair share
of troubles."

The two teams then filed out for warming-up practice; the excitement of
the ensuing game drove all thought of the sinister looking Mr. Pierson
out of their heads, for the time being. The first half ended in a
brilliant touchdown for the High School boys, though the kick for goal
failed. Immediately the place rang with the cheers of the spectators.
Crowds of boys rushed up and down giving the High School yell and when
the noise died down somewhat the girls started the High School song:

"Here's three cheers for dear old Oakdale,
God bless her, everyone!"

Anne was thrilled. Never had she enjoyed herself so much. She stood upon
the seat beside Grace and waved a blue and white banner as frantically
as anybody else.

"I don't think I quite understand what it's all about," she confided to
David, who sat next to her, "but I am very happy all the same."

David smiled down into the radiant face. What a new dress and hat can do
for one small, insignificant little person is quite wonderful sometimes.
And Anne, with the money she had earned from Mrs. Gray, had replenished
her wardrobe. In her neat brown suit and broad-brimmed hat she was
really pretty, in a queer, quiet sort of way, David thought. He wondered
if the father, hidden by rows of people, in the back, would be able to
see how prosperous and well his daughter was looking. But his attention
was recalled to the football field, for the next half was going against
the High School, and there was apprehension among the sons and daughters
of Oakdale.

"Dunsmore! Dunsmore!" cried a delegation from Dunsmore College.

But Dunsmore was not to be the victor that Thanksgiving Day. It was
ordained that, just as hope had almost expired, a slender, fleet-footed
young junior of the High School team should seize the ball and fly like
the wind across the line. Score 10 to 1--Oakdale's score!

Immediately a terrific hubbub began. Surely the place had gone mad, Anne
thought. The hundreds of spectators, including Grace and her party, had
rushed from the ampitheater, clambered over the railing and dashed into
the field of glory. Such yel