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' By Mrs. Alvah Gordon Garth
"Going home, Livingston?"
"With fear and trembling:"
For answer Royce Livingston took
out his memorandum book. He
pointed to a page. It was a record
of auto hire, suppers, theater parties
and haberdashery. It footed up $278.
Ned Griscom puckered his lips to a
low amazed whistle.
" "Pretty steep, eh?" questioned
Royce, his brief laugh full of as
sumed indifference. "I don't know
what my Aunt Marcia will say to it,
but I've got to" tell her. My creditors
will wait just one week into the va
cation. Then action."
"As how, now?"
"Notify my aunt and then a row, I
can tell you! For I have overdrawn
my allowance every month of the
"She must like you, Livingston."
"I'm all she has in the way of re
lations, and a poor specimen, I'ni
free to say. Dear woman! She cared
for me ever since her sister, my
mother, died. Never a scolding word
sweet, patient, self-sacrificing. Oh)
I'm a cad, I am!" and Royce strode
away, hating himself.
He had reason to say "Dear -woman,"
for Aunt Marcia had been a ver
itable mother to him. The worst of
it was, it struck him, she was posi
tively poud of him. His juvenile
picadilloes she had never chided. As
he grew older and some of his wild
capers came to her notice, she passed
them by as the evanescent and un
avoidable ebullition of growing
manhood. Royce felt thoroughly
ashamed of himself.
"I'll cut it out. I'll amount to
something and be a credit to the
family name," he resolved. "When I
get home I'll tell the whole miserable
story of my folly and extravagance
to Aunt Marcia and turn over a new
leaf strictly." t
Royce was not destined to see his
aunt when he arrived at Ferndale
the next morning. The old family
servant met him at the door and
greeted him with genuine pleasure in
her face. She was Mary Barker, true
as steel to her mistress and loyal to
all of her kin.
The house was in sterling order, a
royal breakfast lay sprea'd, specially
prepared for one, and he obviously
the honored guest. When .she
showed him later to his room he
found it newly furnished, a box of
They Were His College Bills.,
cigars on a stand, everything acces
sible for comfort and luxury, a check
on his dressing table for $100, and
beside it a little stack of paper slips
inclosed by a rubber baud.
They were his college bills and all
marked "Paid." A little note said:
"Enjoy yourself after vour hard
term. I shall not see you today, as I
am confined to my room." Royce was
overcome. Not a word of reproach,
the way cleared for perfect freedom
from care or annoyance. He swal-