The Real Adventure

believe is to be found, along with the household hints and the dress patterns, on the ladies' page of most of our newspapers-if one were the editor

She came to with a start-she had been staring out the window-and wrote, apparently, the f

le, the ghastliest reign of terror that ever shocked the world; his masterly character study of the "sea-green incorruptible," too humane to swat a fly, yet capable of sending half of France to the guillotine in order that the half that was left might believe unanimously in the rights of man; all this

ce, she had written down his silly li

y of them in the class along with about as many men. And, partly because there was no re

wise sensible nose. She had good straight-looking, expressive eyes, too, and a big, wide, really beautiful mouth, with square white teeth in it, which, when she smiled or yawned-and she yawned more luxuriously than any girl who had ever sat in his classes-exerted a sort of hypnotic effect

s her at all-they were welcome to look if they liked-she struck no attitudes for their benefit. A sort of breezy indifference-he selected that phrase finally as the best description of her attitude toward all of them, including himself. When she was late, as she usually was, she slid unostentatiously into the back row-if possible at

r. He dismissed the class and be

anton,"

him. And then he wished he hadn't called her. She had spoiled his lecture-a perfectly good lecture-and his impulse had been to remonstrate with her. But the

is desk, "but did you get anything at all out of my lecture ex

o be against the college regulations), drew her brows together in a puzzled

ly sorry if you thought me inattentive. You see, mother brought us all up on the Social

said. "I beg

egged his and assured hi

an eager voice, and a question she wanted to ask about Robespierre; and for some reason or other, Rosalind Stanton's valedictory smile seemed to include a consciousnes

e other girl, because his impuls

a lady prioress in the corridor outside the recitation room would have fitted in admirably with the look of the warm

her out there, afforded the piquant effect of contrast. Or would have done

had been leaning against and reached out an immense hand to absorb the little stack of note-books she carried. She ignored the gesture, and when he asked for them said she'd

hurt. "Sore about s

dely and said

d to the fact that the professor had detained her after he h

man's voice-a hint of the protect

, you needn't go back

he observed stiltedly, "if I appear

in March. You're ridiculous, I'm ridiculous, he"-s

until they rounded the corner of the building. Here, ceremoniously, he fell back, walked around behind her and came up on the outside. She gl

she told him, "if I want y

r! No matter how much you knew about them, they remained incomprehen

r side. What gave the appearance of pure caprice to her request was just her womanly dislike of hurting his fe

y," she said. "It'

about your troubles. And a candid deliberate self-examination would have convinced Rose that she didn't, in spite of the sentimentally warm March wind that was blowing

niversity. (You're not to forget that he was a celebrity. During the football season, his name was on the sporting page of the Chicago papers every day-generally in the head-lines when there was a game to

ation. It was her occupations that left him leisure for his own; his leisure was hers to dispose of as she liked; his energy, including his really prodigious physical prowess, to be di

her; set her imagination to exploring all sorts of roseate mysteries. The first time he had ever held her hand-it was inside her muff, one icy December day when he hadn't any gloves on-the memory of

ned were disappointing-irritating, and eventually and unescapably, downright disagreeable to her. There was no getting away from it, the ideal lover of her dreams, whose tenderness and chivalry and d

for the last three months, to-day she had come to a recognizable step up and taken it. Oddly enough, the thing had happened back there in the class-room as she stood before the professor's desk and caught his eye wavering b

March. "You're ridiculous, I'm ridiculous, he's rid

hundred yards in silence. Now they were a

his morning, I must say,"

for myself," she said, and held out her

confronting the warm March wind, drawing into her good deep chest

ful game of basket-