ung man.

"Miss Calista has made a man of Ches Maybin," said the oracles. "He
ought to be very grateful to her."

And he was. But only he and Miss Calista and the peppermint bottle
ever knew the precise extent of his gratitude, and they never told.

The Jest That Failed

"I think it is simply a disgrace to have a person like that in our
class," said Edna Hayden in an injured tone.

"And she doesn't seem a bit ashamed of it, either," said Agnes
Walters.

"Rather proud of it, I should say," returned her roommate, spitefully.
"It seems to me that if I were so poor that I had to 'room' myself and
dress as dowdily as she does that I really couldn't look anybody in
the face. What must the boys think of her? And if it wasn't for her
being in it, our class would be the smartest and dressiest in the
college--even those top-lofty senior girls admit that."

"It's a shame," said Agnes, conclusively. "But she needn't expect to
associate with our set. I, for one, won't have anything to do with
her."

"Nor I. I think it is time she should be taught her place. If we could
only manage to inflict some decided snub on her, she might take the
hint and give up trying to poke herself in where she doesn't belong.
The idea of her consenting to be elected on the freshmen executive!
But she seems impervious to snubs."

"Edna, let's play a joke on her. It will serve her right. Let us send
an invitation in somebody's name to the senior 'prom.'"

"The very thing! And sign Sidney Hill's name to it. He's the
handsomest and richest fellows at Payzant, and belongs to one of the
best families in town, and he's awfully fastidious besides. No doubt
she will feel immensely flattered and, of course, she'll accept. Just
think how silly she'll feel when she finds out he never sent it. Let's
write it now, and send it at once. There is no time to lose, for the
'prom' is on Thursday night."

The freshmen co-eds at Payzant College did not like Grace Seeley--that
is to say, the majority of them. They were a decidedly snobbish class
that year. No one could deny that Grace was clever, but she was poor,
dressed very plainly--"dowdily," the girls said--and "roomed" herself,
that phrase meaning that she rented a little unfurnished room and
cooked her own meals over an oil stove.

The "senior prom," as it was called, was the annual reception which
the senior class gave in the middle of every autumn term. It was the
smartest and gayest of all the