istinct evidence of an
affection of which Grace had not believed Evelyn capable. "I have
misjudged her," was Grace's thought. "She really cares for her sister."

Aloud she said, "I will write at once to Miss Thayer, who is the
president of the Semper Fidelis Club, and in whose name the account
stands, telling her the circumstances. Thus far we have not received
many calls for help since college opened, so there is quite a little
money in bank. It is during the last half of the year that we make the
greatest number of loans. I am sorry that your sister has been ill. If
you will give me her address I will write to her to-night."

Evelyn flushed hotly. "Oh, no, you mustn't!" she exclaimed sharply.
"That is--I mean you--mustn't put yourself--to so much trouble for me,"
she added lamely.

"It won't be a particle of trouble," assured Grace. "I should like to do
so."

Evelyn's confusion deepened. "I--can't--" she floundered.

Grace regarded her with quiet, searching eyes. But before she had time
to go on from wonder at Evelyn's strange objection to her writing her
sister to actual suspicion, Evelyn interposed eagerly, "I'll give you
the address, with pleasure, Miss Harlowe. Wait a moment." She sprang to
her open writing desk and seizing a piece of paper and a pencil wrote
energetically for a moment.

"Here it is."

She laid it before Grace, who picked it up and read, "Miss Ida Ward, 320
Duverne Street, Albany, N.Y."

A puzzled frown wrinkled Grace's forehead. "I thought your sister told
me she lived in Burton. I must have misunderstood her."

"So we did," put in Evelyn hurriedly, "but Ida is spending the winter
with my aunt in Albany. She went there just before she was taken ill. We
may never go back to Burton again to live. Of course I am not sure of
that. Perhaps I can find work in a large city during my summer
vacation."

"That reminds me," began Grace. "I had a talk with Miss Pierson when she
was here about your going on the stage. She saw you at Vinton's, and
when I told her you had stage ambitions she said she was quite sure she
could find work for you during the summer in a stock company. She will
try to take you with her."

"Really!" Evelyn sprang to her feet, her blue eyes glittering with
excitement. "Oh, Miss Harlowe, if I could, if she would take me! I'd
work so hard and pay every penny of everything I owe."

"But you don't owe anything yet," reminded Grace, smiling.

Evelyn did not answer. It was d