tter he had spoken of. Not he. He
said: 'No, thank you, Miss Sayres. You need not have waited.' So I had
no excuse to stay."

"That's another proof. The letter he sent me was penned. You have picked
the culprit, all right enough. I have an idea I know how to deal with
her." Leslie threatened in an excess of spite. "One thing more and then
we must beat it. Do you believe that Remson affair will ever leak out?
I shiver every time I think of it. That was a bold stroke."

"It doesn't worry me. I know enough about Miss Remson to know she will
keep far away from Doctor Matthews after the letter she received from
him. The one he received from her, after she had been over to see him,
made him think she had had a heart-to-heart talk with you girls and
you'd all promised to do differently. He wouldn't interfere after that.
Unless they should happen to meet, which isn't likely, matters will stay
as they are. I destroyed the letter supposed to be from Miss Remson. The
doctor told me to file it, but if he ever asked for it I would pretend
not to be able to find it. He wouldn't remember what she wrote. While I
am his secretary I can manage the affair. As time passes it will be
forgotten. Doctor Matthews would not mention it if he happened to meet
Miss Remson. That's not his way."

"Glad to hear it. It lifts a weight from my mind. I've only one more
year at Hamilton after this. My father expects me to be graduated with
honor. He would never forgive me if I were to be expelled from Hamilton
at this late date." Leslie was moved out of her usual indifferent pose.
Fear of exposure gripped her hard at times.

"Better let this Miss Dean alone," was Laura's succinct advise. "I hear
she is very popular on the campus. She looks independent enough to take
up for herself. Be careful she doesn't turn the tables on you as she did
last spring."

"Not this time. She won't like my methods, but she won't be able to
prove that they are mine. In fact she won't know where to place the
blame."

CHAPTER XVI.

FAIR PLAY AND NO FAVORS.

Phyllis Moore accepted her defeat with the easy grace which was hers.
Her freshman supporters were not so ready to give in. They gave up the
ghost with marked displeasure. Forty-five members of the class had voted
for her. They had shown open and hearty disapproval of Elizabeth
Walbert. The other three officers were more to their liking, but the
Sans' electioneering had left a rift in the freshman lute which