Rhetoric without covers, an old college catalogue and a small, new paper-bound directory of Northwestern University.
Fidelia picked this up and observing that it printed both the Evanston and the home addresses of students in course, she scanned the pages, stopping with a sharp jerk when her eyes fell on the word Idaho.
Boise was the word before it and Boise, she knew, was far in the south of the state. She expelled the breath which she had been holding and she turned the next pages. Here was Idaho again; Jane Howe from Pocatello; well, that was far away in the south, too. Now Idaho once more and—Mondora! "Roy T. Wheen, Junior, college of Liberal Arts; Evanston address, Hatfield House. Home, Mondora, Idaho."
Fidelia dropped the book; there it was on the last page, when the census of students had run down into the Ws. A boy was here from Mondora. "Well," she thought, "what if he is?"
Not every one from Mondora would know her. If he were from Lakoon, that would be a more risky matter; but Mondora, after all, had been really out of it. There was only a chance, and really rather a small one, that Roy T. Wheen had seen her; she had no knowledge at all of him. Again she looked through the directory to make certain that she had missed no Idaho names; and when she was satisfied that there was no one in college from any place nearer Lakoon than Mondora, she decided to take the chance with Roy T. Wheen.
Indeed, when she thought over the matter, his presence supplied an extra spice to this new adven-
