He met with no difficulty in passing the outposts and such scouting parties of the American army as he met. There was no sign of British soldiery upon this side of the river. He crossed the ferry at dark, and three hours later rode quietly into the inn yard from the rear and put Black Molly into her stall. Then he approached the house, wondering what reception he should meet if Colonel Knowles and his daughter were still sheltered there.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
THE FRESHMAN BANQUET
BY HARRIET WHEELER
THE bell was tolling for the vesper service. The students trooped out of the various buildings and wended their way, more or less hastily, towards the chapel. The last stroke had just ceased to vibrate as two girls slipped into opposite ends of a rear seat and dropped down side by side. As soon as it was safe, one of them pulled a note from her pocket and stealthily tucked it into the hand of the other.
“Read it and hand it over to Nellie Gaines,” she whispered.
Edith Latta spread the note open on her lap and read:—