ted or been connected with. I revere the memory of Brooke
Hamilton. It is unfortunate we know so little of him. His great-niece,
Miss Susanna Hamilton, lives at Hamilton Arms. She is the last of the
Hamilton family. Unfortunately for the college, she became incensed at
the churlish behavior toward her of a member of the Board whose estate
adjoined hers. This was many years ago. She had been on the verge of
turning over to the college a great deal of interesting data regarding
Brooke Hamilton which was private family history. Doctor Burns, then
president of Hamilton, was to write the biography of the lovable founder
of our college. After the falling-out with the Board member she refused
to give up the data. Since then she has ignored the college. Brooke
Hamilton's biography yet remains to be written."

"A case of the innocent having to suffer with the guilty," Marjorie
said, her eyes very bright. She was privately exultant to have learned
this bit of news of the Hamiltons. She had heard that the last of the
Hamiltons, a woman, lived at Hamilton Arms. Leila had told her a little
concerning the present owner of the Hamilton estate.

After a few further remarks on the subject of Hamilton College, she
gracefully took her leave. As she stepped from the hall to the veranda,
she encountered the same young woman she had met on her way into the
house. This time the girl was seated in one of the porch rockers. Her
eyes, as they fixed themselves on Marjorie, looked more unfriendly than
ever. Marjorie caught the hostile import of this second prolonged stare.

"What a hateful face that girl had," she thought, as she continued down
the walk. "I don't recall ever having seen _her_ before. I'd certainly
have remembered that face. Perhaps she's a relative of Doctor Matthews.
She seems to be quite at home."

Returned to Wayland Hall, Marjorie's first act was to go to Lucy's room
to give her Miss Humphrey's message. This time she found Lucy in but
alone.

"Where's Ronny?" she inquired, after she had explained to Lucy the
registrar's present difficulty, "I haven't seen her except at meals for
two days."

"She's out with Leila and Vera waiting for the election returns. They
are anxious to find out if Phil won."

"Hope she did," was Marjorie's fervent wish. "You can never guess in a
thousand years to whom I was talking this afternoon."

"I'm a poor guesser. You'd better tell me," Lucy said in her concise
fashion.

"All right, I wil