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t FRIENDSHIP'S SAKE
i By Mildred Caroline Coodridge.
f "Please Ruth dear it means so
much to us!"
- "But see the positionlt-places me
in, Myra, with Willis Talcott!"
j "Write him all about it."
- "No, no, never that!" dissented
Ruth Borden positively. "He would
never consent. Besides, to be if rank,
he does, not like your brother, Her
A shght pained shade crossed the
brow of Miss Myra Joyce. She was
"Help! Help! Pull Me In."
not unused to hear her brother criti
cized. His home record had been no
credit io him, he had joined the fast
est set at college. Now he was com
ing home for a two weeks vacation.
His mother and sister doubted if he
would remain there a day. They had
heard something of a proposed pleas
ure jaunt with some wild young uni
"We must head it off; we must
manage to keep Herbert home and
respectable until his father comes
back from Europe," Mrs. Joyce had,
And then she and daughter had de
vised a great plot Ruth was the
bosom friend of Myra. They had
sworn undying devotion one to the
other. Now Ruth was put to the test.
. In plain words, knowing what a
most charming enchantress Ruth
was, Myra had asked her to charm
the wayward Herbert.
"You can do it, Ruth darling," as
serted Myra, "and it will be alj an in
nocent flirtation. You can't hurt
Herbert's heart permanently. You
can keep him on good behavior until
papa's iron rule is restored."
"That is, I am to try and make
your brother fall in love with me?"
propounded Ruth dubiously.
'N no, not quite that, but you are
to make the time pass so pleasantly
that he will think your company a
"Well, I'll try. Only I hope Willis
doesn't come home while this inno
cent flirtation, as you call it, is going
on. He is dreadfully jealous!"
So that end of the plot was ar
ranged. Meantime the object of all
this deep scheming and concern was
speeding by rail to his home town,
buoyed up over the assumption of an
act of heroism that "would make the
quiet denizens of Mayville sit up and
take active notice!"
Circumstantially, this was what
had happened to Herbert Joyce:
There was another Herbert Joyce at
a lake resort he had stopped at on his
way home, a day laborer. The latter,
by a daring swimming feat, had res
cued four, people caught in a storm in
a leaking boat A reporter had seized
upon the Herbert Joyce registered at
the hotel as the hero of the occasion.
All over the country the news was
flashed and the rescue credited to
Joyce of the university, Joyce of May
yille. The feather-brained Joyce of our
story accepted the honor without