Marjorie Dean, College Senior.

by Pauline Lester.

CHAPTER I-A QUESTION FOR THE FUTURE

"Tomorrow evening at this time I'll be back in my old room at Hamilton.

Tonight, the Country of College seems very far away. Tomorrow, it will be Sanford that seems so."

Marjorie Dean smiled frankly up into Hal Macy's rather sober face. The strains of a slow waltz were throbbing to an harmonic end. Hal and his sister Jerry were giving a farewell hop in honor of the five Lookouts who were to return to Hamilton College the next day. Hal was thinking, as he looked down at Marjorie's lovely, upraised face that no one, not even her father and mother, would miss her as he should.

"And who are you going to miss most?" he asked boldly, his eyes twinkling, nevertheless. "If you say myself, I shall be _so_ fl.u.s.tered.

You never say nice things to me, you know."

"I'm not going to begin now," Marjorie returned mischievously. "I shall miss General and Captain most, _of course_."

"And _me_ next most. I'll say it for you, since you have no regard for my tender feelings. I think I ought to be ranked next to General and Captain," Hal persisted audaciously.

"You do come next to them Hal-you and Connie and Laurie. The old guard are next dearest," Marjorie hastily a.s.sured. "Oh, dear, the waltz is ending! I wish it would begin all over again. I like waltzing much better than fox trotting or one-stepping. And I love that particular waltz. It is called 'In Sunny Gardens,' and there is a certain suggestion of the t.i.tle in the music, I think."

Marjorie had sought hasty refuge in commenting on the waltz music just ended. Hal might appear to be joking. Marjorie knew he was not. During the summer vacation she had been in his company a great deal. The Deans had spent the summer at Severn Beach, a seaside resort patronized yearly by the Macys. Jerry and Marjorie had been constantly together, with Hal a delightfully persistent third party, whenever the two girls allowed him the privilege.

Hal Macy had been Marjorie's devoted cavalier since the beginning of her high school days. Three years older than herself, he was already sure of his love for her. Marjorie, however, regarded him through the eyes of friendship only. She was still too greatly absorbed in college to make room in her life for romance. To her it was a vague something too remote from her mind to be considered. She did not wish Hal to be other than her friend of the old days. The bare thought of changing that pleasant friendly footing for a fonder relationship was repugnant to her.

"I'll ask the musicians to play that waltz again, if you like, Marjorie.

Say the word."

Any momentary disappointment Hal might have felt did not betray itself in his tones. It was not the first time Marjorie had refused to take him seriously. He understood her too well to feel more than a momentary twinge over her indifference toward sentiment.

"Oh, never mind, Hal. I only said that because I liked the music so much. Thank you, just the same."

"Have some lemonade, then. I am determined to please you, if I can." Hal took gentle hold on Marjorie's arm and began steering her toward the lemonade bowl which stood at one end of the long room.

"You always please me, Hal," was the instant response. "You are the best boy ever was, and I never fail to have a perfectly scrumptious time at yours and Jerry's parties. Now _you_ can't say again that I never said anything nice to you."

"That's not bad for a beginning." Hal put on a critical expression. "Say something else nice to me." His eyes regarded her very steadily now.

"Let me see." Marjorie knitted her brows. "Well, I wish we had a ball room like this. We always have to dance in our living room, you know."

"It's a good old room. We have had some fine times here." Hal found it harder this time to be casual, but he succeeded. It was plain to be seen Marjorie didn't care a b.u.t.ton about him, except as a friend. He resolved to keep the conversation strictly impersonal thereafter.

Marjorie was hard-hearted enough to feel glad of the change in Hal's tone. His almost humbly-expressed desire to please her had touched her.

It had brought forth from her the sincere little speech regarding her liking for him. The deepening light in his eyes, however, had warned her to rush from the subject to one more comfortably impersonal.

"I'm going to be lonesome this winter, Marjorie," Hal continued. "I am about the only fellow in the crowd I've always run with to be left in Sanford. Danny's going to New York to study law. Did I tell you the Crane is going to Buffalo to take charge of a branch of his governor's business? Harry Lenox is going on the road for their business. And Laurie!" Hal made a gesture of resignation. "He'll not be far away. Only the Atlantic Ocean between us! That's all! I was in hopes he wouldn't go back to Europe this winter. Circ.u.mstances, however-" Hal stopped suddenly.

The significance of his tone caused Marjorie to interrogate quickly: "Circ.u.mstances? What do you mean, Hal?"

"It is plain you haven't heard something you are due to hear. I can't explain. I can only say this-Don't be surprised at anything you may hear." Hal made this mysterious a.s.sertion with the suspicion of a tantalizing smile.

Before Marjorie could inquire further as to his meaning, Danny Seabrooke joined them with: "The next dance will be a fox trot. Bid Macy a pleasant but sudden farewell, Marjorie, and prepare to dance it with me.

I am a much better dancer than he. You will have something agreeable to look forward to." He simpered at Marjorie, then closed one eye and squinted reflectively at Hal.

"Hope you'll be in condition to dance that fox trot." The silky intonation was not without menace.

"I trust that I shall. It all depends. If I can persuade Marjorie to leave this danger-laden spot at once, all will be well."

"Don't be too confident. There's many a slip--"

"I know it," Danny cut in wisely. "I have fallen down three times on this floor tonight. I know all about that slip business."

This confession merely provoked unsympathetic laughter on the part of his hearers.

The lively music of the fox trot beginning, Danny made an elaborate salaam to Marjorie.

"Goodbye for the present, Hal. I'm coming back to quiz you about that mysterious remark you just made," she called over her shoulder as she started to dance away.

"You may expect _me_, too," a.s.sured Danny. "Farewell!" He beamed foolishly at Hal and waved his hand.

"Farewell. You needn't mind coming back, Dan-yell," Hal flung ironically after him.

Readers of the "Marjorie Dean High School Series," comprising the four volumes, "Marjorie Dean, High School Freshman," "Marjorie Dean, High School Soph.o.m.ore," "Marjorie Dean, High School Junior," and "Marjorie Dean, High School Senior," are already in close touch with Marjorie and her friends.

Those who have been pleased to follow her through four years of high school life have undoubtedly been interested in her further doings as a student at Hamilton College. The account of her three years of hard study and progress, both social and mental, has been faithfully set down in "Marjorie Dean, College Freshman," "Marjorie Dean, College Soph.o.m.ore," and "Marjorie Dean, College Junior."

During the spirited fox trot Marjorie wondered busily as to the meaning of Hal's remark. Her musings were forcedly disjointed. Danny now and again interpolated into his dancing an additional funny step which kept her attention on him.

The dance over, she promptly sought Hal. Now he was disposed to be thoroughly tantalizing. He laughed at her and accused her of undue curiosity.

"_All right!_ Keep your old secret, Mister Stingy!" she at last exclaimed in laughing vexation. "I won't dance with you again this evening, just to pay you for being so aggravating."

"It isn't my secret," Hal began by way of conciliation. "The reason I mentioned it to you was because I was told you were to share it. Go and find Connie. She will tell you. I've told you too much already. I'm a _fine_ repository for secrets." Hal put sarcastic emphasis on the "fine."

"I'll forgive you when I find out what it is. There goes Connie now. I'm going to ask her." Marjorie hurried off to intercept Constance, who was crossing the floor.

"Oh, Lieutenant!" Constance exclaimed, her fair face radiant. "I was just looking for you. I've something to report."

"Go ahead. I've something to report, too," Marjorie returned gayly. "Let us go downstairs to the window seat. We can have a wee little talk there."

Arm in arm the two girls steered their course to the door of the ball room. At the foot of the rather steep stairway was a double window with a deep cushioned seat. There they settled themselves for an exchange of confidences. The full light of the white, sailing moon flooded the window seat, lending to the two young faces an enchantment of beauty.

Constance was wearing a pale blue chiffon frock, embellished here and there with small cl.u.s.ters of pinkish-white rosebuds. It was a facsimile of a blue gown long since laid away as a treasure of a by-gone day. The worn-out gown of blue chiffon had been Marjorie's first gracious gift to Constance.

"You look just exactly as you did the night of the Hallowe'en party when you wore the other blue dress, Connie," Marjorie said. "Will you ever forget that night?"

"No. I couldn't. I still count it as the most eventful night of my life.

It was my first dance, my first party dress, my first meeting with Laurie." Constance became suddenly silent. Her hand reached out and found one of Marjorie's.