n yard and stayed there until after
the train had come in. After a while she drove into the yard and
out again. Not one of us set foot on the platform. It was a clever
bluff and served you precisely right.

"'I haven't either the patience or the will to tell you all the
clever stunts we put over on you simpletons last year. Believe me,
when I say, it isn't a circumstance compared to what we intend to
do this year. You came back at us in March in a way we will not
forget or overlook. You think you are pretty strongly intrenched
because you and your crowd are quite pally with certain upper class
students who pose as wonders of smartness. Well, don't build too
much on your popularity. Popularity sometimes has a habit of
vanishing over night.

"'It seems too bad to be wasting time and paper on you, but I am
square enough to let you have the truth straight from the shoulder.
You girls have made us trouble from the start, and I predict that
it will not be long before Hamilton will be too small to hold your
crowd and mine. Your crowd will be the one to go; not the Sans. I
am not afraid to tell you this, because there is nothing in this
letter that you can get me on.

"'Leslie Cairns.'"

"That is so like Leslie Cairns." Leila's blue eyes flashed their
profound contempt. "She loves to boast of her own ill-doing. She thinks
it gives her a standing among her friends. She poses as being afraid of
nothing and no one.

"That is truly an outrageous letter!" Vera's voice rang with shocked
indignation. "I wonder at her boldness in writing it."

"Ah, but consider! It is a typed letter. Would you mind letting me look
at the signature, Jerry?" Helen requested.

"With pleasure." Jerry willingly surrendered the typed letter to Helen.

The latter studied the signature shrewdly. "I don't think this is Leslie
Cairns signature," she said, shaking her head. "That is about the way I
thought it would be."

"Humph!" Leila had evidently caught Helen's meaning. The others looked a
trifle mystified.

"But Leila just now said the letter sounded like Leslie Cairns!" Jerry
exclaimed. "She wrote it. I am sure of that. Her name is signed to it.
Why then----" Jerry stopped. "Oh, yes," she went on, in sudden
enlightenment. "I begin to understand."

"Of course you do," returned Helen. "In the first plac