‘Cynthia! Oh, Norry, how can I face her?” ‘You ’ve got to,” said the young moralist firmly. ‘I suppose sp,” the sinner agreed, his voice
- erably lugubrious. “God!”
fter three cups of coffee, however, the task did
- seem so impossible. Hugh entered the Nu
lta house with a fairly jaunty air and greeted the n and women easily enough. His heart skipped jeat when he saw Cynthia standing in the far ner of the living-room. She was wearing her rlet hat and blue suit. She saved him the embarrassment of opening the iversation. “Come into the library,” she said tly. “I want to speak to you.” Wondering and rather frightened, he followed ‘I’m going home this afternoon,” she began, ’ve got everything packed, and I’ve told everydy that I don’t feel very well.” “You are n’t sick?” he asked, really worried. “Of course not, but I had to say something, e train leaves in an hour or two, and I want to ve a talk with you before I go.”
? “But hang it, Cynthia, think of what you re ssing. There’s a baseball game with Raleigh s afternoon, a tea-dance in the Union after that,
- Musical Clubs concert this evening—I sing with
• Glee club and Norry’s going to play a solo, and m in the Banjo Club, too—and we are going to
