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evening before their departure. To
each Virginia was kindly, gracious,
"There's a thought in my mind,"
observedjHal, as he and Frank left to
gether. -'"It's between you and me.
The one who gets highest in the way
of success is going to get that girl."
"She is too good for either of us,"
insisted Prank; and believed it.
Neither corresponded with her, but
both kept her in their minds. And
Virginia khew of it The sister of Hal
was quite as diligent in reporting the
progress of "dear Hal" to Miss Leigh
ton as was Kitty Burton in boasting
of the splendid success Frank was
making as a surgeon in the distant
Frank went diligently at work to
make a name for himself. It was
slow work. Old Dr. Mott had an es
tablished clientele, and they clung
to his personal ministrations in pref
erence to his new and untried assist
ant This gave Frank plenty of oppor
tunity to exploit his pet hobby
He began to grow slightly disheart
ened. He met Ferris rarely, but learned
where he had made several brilliant
financial moves. Hal was a plunger
and happened to strike luck, or
thought he had. At all events, he
lived a pace Frank had-not the means
to keep up with, so they naturally
Some relief from his despondent
mood was afforded from companion
ship with a bright, erratic fellow
named Ralph Davis. They roomed
together and soon got to think a good
deal of one another. Perhaps it was
because pretty Kitty at home had a
leaning toward rhymsters, perhaps
the poetic instinct indicated by the
verse Virginia had written influenced
Frank to feel lenient and friendly to
ward Davis, for the latter thought
himself a poet and made his living by
He wrote commercial poetry, that
is, rhymes for the tradesmen's ad
vertisements. He got up couplets for
social parties. He devised obituaries
and choice sentiments for presenta
tions. 'Tm the last of the penny-a-liners,"
was his modest boast, "and make a
living at it" v ,
Frank heard that Hal had made a
great financial splurge ana was back
at Hopeton parading his wealth and
"I am out of the lists," he decided,
dejectedly, and sat in his room one
evening looking over the one memen
to he treasured of his lost lady love
the little scrap of paper containing
He must have gone to sleep, for he
was aroused by Davis, who was shak- -ing
him by the shoulders vigorously.
"Wake up, old fellow!" he hailed.
"See here, what I picked up on the,
floor," and he waved the scrap of pa
per that had fallen from Frank's lap.
"Who wrote that? A lady, I see, and
very good poetry, in a way.
Frank was in a tender mood. He
felt sad and lonely. It did him good
to tell the story of his great disap
pointment to a true friend.
"H m! commented Davis, glancing
over the scrap of paper. "Think this
Miss Leighton is likely to take up
with the other fellow, eh? Well, I
"What do you know about it?"
"That acrostic "
"That what?" questioned Frank, in
a puzzled way.
"That verse. It's an acrostic," ex
plained Davis. A remarkably clever
young woman, this Miss Leighton of
yours. See here read the verse over
again. First letter of first line, F;
second letter of second line, R; third
letter of third line, A; fourth letter of
fourth line, N; fifth letter of fifth line,
K F-R-A-N-K. Eh, old fellow!" and
Davis slapped his friend on the shoul
der heartily. "Why, plain as day yoqr
dear poetess expressed her preference
by name in that little scrap of
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