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Show ., ; U ST like every other quur-P quur-P . h 5 ter, the final week had been a BTund hurried scramble to Clr Kct work turned In on time. "den was no different than ISwjl hundreds of other college CLui-5 students. She let her work jrtrX go until the last minute and i?Zyf then wildly made up for 0-'-? 'os "me by burning the V-f-'i) midnight oil. Christmas anticipation had helped to key Helen to the proper point of enthusiasm. en-thusiasm. It was time that she lacked. There she sat In the now deserted classroom. She pasted little hits of colored paper onto a gray mount fast and furiously. In due time the bits of paper took on the semblance of a design. She was urtlstlc, no doubt about that. Helen glanced at her watch, made a wry face and jabbed furiously at the colored paper again. Finally she got up and walked to the back of the room and stood looking out the windows. win-dows. She was conscious of the fact that beside her stood a case. Idly, she glanced at the shelves of pottery. As her eye was lead down through the series of shelves It rested upon a partially par-tially open drawer In the lower part of the case. Her first thought was to close It In order to preserve the continuity of order or-der . which prevailed pre-vailed In the ease. However, her hand was stayed by curiosity as she was about to close the drawer, and Instead she found h eT s e 1 f opening It Her gaze was arrested by a number of things. Confusion reigned supreme. In the melee her eye-: were riveted upon mm two things in particular. There were two color charts, which were exactly ex-actly what she was going to have to make in the next couple of hours. She closed the drawer rather disgustedly disgust-edly and returned to her pasting. .As the afternoon wore on Helen realized that after all there were but two alternatives. Either not finish the work and flunk the course or take, no, borrow the two charts and turn in the work for a grade. Then she made a dash for the drawer and dived into its contents. She emerged with the two charts and proceeded to label them. Christmas was over, Helen was somewhat pensive as she sat In the pleasant drawing room of her home. Today was but a breathing space and then another big day New Year's, and after New Year's Day, what then? Helen dreaded to think. It meant the dissolution of these gay revelries, study and routine. To be sure there were school dances, hut somehow right now they did not seem to have the same appeal. Along that same line of thought In connection with the word study, Helen suddenly thought of her hurried departure de-parture and the effort lt had been to get the work In on time. Helen started. start-ed. Those charts suppose some one else had expected to turn those In for a grade before leaving at the end of the quarter. It hadn't occurred to her before. What would the family say If this should be discovered discov-ered and reported report-ed to them? Helen's heart fairly stopped beating. Her family fam-ily were Indeed quite respectable and could never stand for such an action. Would it be wise to tell the family and seek their advice or no It must be set tled entirely without their aid. New Year's Day found Helen leaving leav-ing home for college. She was busy far Into the night after her arrival at the dormitory, lirlght and early the next morning she was In her design instructor's office. "Miss Hastings." began Helen, "here are my two color charts which I should have turned in last quarter." Miss Hastings proceeded to get out her class book. "Funny, but I have grades down for your two charts." "Well, will you please grade these two and put It on your book. Miss Hastings?" "Certainly. Cm It's queer how we do make some slips in recording our grades." Helen walked out the door buoyantly. buoy-antly. She could face the Now Year squarely. (Cel. I'JJ6 Wtsldrn Newsiit:"-r t.-n."-n |