Molly Brown's Senior Days   By: Nell Speed (1878-1913)

MOLLY BROWN'S SENIOR DAYS

BY NELL SPEED

AUTHOR OF "MOLLY BROWN'S FRESHMAN DAYS," "MOLLY BROWN'S SOPHOMORE DAYS," "MOLLY BROWN'S JUNIOR DAYS," ETC., ETC.

WITH FOUR HALF TONE ILLUSTRATIONS BY CHARLES L. WRENN

NEW YORK HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1913 BY HURST & COMPANY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. GOOD NEWS AND BAD 5

II. A TROUBLED SUNDAY 20

III. GOSSIP OVER THE TEACUPS 38

IV. THE SENIOR RAMBLE 51

V. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL 66

VI. THE RETORT COURTEOUS 77

VII. A STOLEN VISIT 89

VIII. BARBED ARROWS 104

IX. THE SUBSTITUTE 114

X. THE POLITE FREEZE OUT 126

XI. THE WAYS OF PROVIDENCE 138

XII. FRIENDLY RIVALS 152

XIII. THE DROP OF POISON 164

XIV. JUDY DEFIANT 180

XV. THE CAMPUS GHOST 195

XVI. ON THE GRILL 208

XVII. A CHRISTMAS EVE MISUNDERSTANDING 220

XVIII. TWO CHRISTMAS BREAKFASTS 236

XIX. FACING THE ENEMY 251

XX. THE JUBILEE 267

XXI. FAREWELLS 277

XXII. THE FINAL DAYS 289

ILLUSTRATIONS

PAGE

"You're Right in the Fashion, Miss Brown," observed Adele Frontispiece

Before She Had Time to Realize the Danger, Jimmy Lufton Had Torn Off His Coat 132

Molly Glanced Back. Sure Enough, the Phantom ... was Running Behind Them 198

Good bye to Wellington and the Old Happy Days 303

~Molly Brown's Senior Days~

CHAPTER I.

GOOD NEWS AND BAD.

Summer still lingered in the land when Wellington College opened her gates one morning in September. Frequent heavy rains had freshened the thirsty fields and meadows, and autumn had not yet touched the foliage with scarlet and gold. The breeze that fluttered the curtains at the windows of No. 5 Quadrangle was as soft and humid as a breath of May. It was as if spring was in the air and the note of things awakening, pushing up through the damp earth to catch the warm rays of the sun. It was Nature's last effort before she entered into her long sleep.

Molly Brown, standing by the open window, gazed thoughtfully across the campus. Snatches of song and laughter, fragments of conversation and the tinkle of the mandolin floated up to her from the darkness. It was like an oft told but ever delightful story to her now.

"Shall I ever be glad to leave it all?" she asked herself. "Wellington and the girls and the hard work and the play?"

How were they to bear parting, the old crowd, after four years of intimate association? Did Judy love it as she did, or would she not rather feel like a bird loosed from a cage when at last the gates were opened and she could fly away. But Molly felt sure that Nance would feel the pangs of homesickness for Wellington when the good old days were over.