"Just sign across here—it's a joke."
"Oh, it's a joke?"
"Yes, of course. Sign 'Faithfully yours,'—no—'Fondly yours.'"
"Fondly yours," said the gum chewer, writing with a flourish.
"Tina."
"T—I—N—A."
"Turner."
"Indeed, I'll not!" said the girl with sudden indignation. "Turner's my name, and I can't have any such picture—"
"All right, all right, make it 'Tanner' then."
With the photograph as evidence safely bestowed in an inner pocket, he set out on the long homeward trudge. The weakness was gone, his imagination was now all on the story he would have to tell Snorky. Heavens, what had been crowded into one short hour;—love, treachery, revenge and triumph! Once a sudden rush of tears caught him, but he fought down the mood. The test had been soul-trying, but the victory was his. So he marched along, blowing out his courage as he chanted a defiant marching song and if Providence had but endowed him with a tail, he would have carried it proudly like a banner as he stalked across the campus and found his way into the Kennedy.