umorous, philosophical expression he
has, and isn't the least bit fooled. As for me, what _shall_
I do with him and Ed Smith and Uncle Newt all in the office
together! One can see that he has some fine qualities and
impractical ideas--only he needs some one to take care of
him and keep him out of mischief. He deserves the comment
which Miss Bacon, our Latin professor, used to make in her
dry way about some of the men who called on the girls at
college: "Very interesting, very interesting, but very
young." What a spectacle he was when he came to us first!
It is a pity that a man like that, so full of ideas and
enthusiasm, should be so irresponsible! He has a very fine
head and really wonderful eyes!

To-morrow promises to be an interesting day. I wonder what
we shall hear from our poetry!

Your friend,
A. D.

I have always thought that Nort was a little abashed at the way in which
he talked to Anthy on that first evening, though he never admitted it in
so many words. And an incident occurred the next day that caused him to
take a new attitude toward her. Up to this time he had treated her just
like any other member of the staff, with easy, off-hand freedom. One of
the visitors inquired:

"May I see the proprietor of the _Star_?"

Fergus replied: "Miss Doane will be here in a few minutes."

It struck Nort all in a heap. She _was_ the proprietor, and, therefore,
his employer. It gave him a curious, and rather unpleasant, twinge
inside somewhere; yes, and it hurt a little, but wound up by being
irresistibly funny. She was his "boss," this girl, she actually paid him
his wages. She could discharge him, too, by George! He stopped suddenly
and went off into a wild shout of laughter. Fergus took his pipe out of
his mouth, held it a moment while he looked Nort over, and then, slowly
nodding his head but saying never a word, put it back again.

Now, if there was anything in this world that irked the Nort of those
days it was the feeling of restraint, of being reined in. All that day,
in spite of varied excitements which followed the publication of the
poetry, Nort was overcome from time to time by the thought of Anthy as
his "boss," and, in spite of all he could do, there were other feelings,
curious, inexplicable feelings, mingled with the amusement he felt.

It was inevitable that Nort should somehow act upon the impulse of this
new thought. Hi