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By W. H. PEARS

YESTERDAY — Paula Jeffers, Wentrich and Tony Beale have pals through four vears of college. as commencement nears, Paula and Tony

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CHAPTER TWO | THE MEMORY of a kiss pulled Paula's mind away from Dr. Martin | Lud’s lecture. Usually his class was one of her favorites, but not today. She caught fragments of the talk, but her mind seemed only large enough to hold Chris. “Suppose we ask ourselves a question,” Lud suggested. “What is the eventual aim of these . . .” | Again Paula's mind drifted. What was the eventual aim of Chris? He had kissed her. That in| itself was pretty startling. Long| ago Chris had decided that love| was too tame. The only effect a moonlight night had on him was to make him want to chase the moon. He asked of life only that it give him plenty of thrills and | excitement, Then why had he kissed her this | morning? Paula shook her head impatiently. What was wrong with her? Moping | like a high school girl over her first | love! | For several moments she gave her | undivided attention to Dr. Lud. But | before she knew it her thoughts were flitting mothlike back to the flame that was Chris. | Paula Jeffers decided to face the | issue squarely. She was in love] with Chris. Before long, if she did nothing about it, Chris would walk under Cardman Arch and she might never see him again. Her only hope was to crack his brittle crust and find out what lay beneath. Paula's eyes followed the diagonal slant of a sunbeam across the classroom. It stretched downward, bursting into white flame as it touched Kilo Sherwood’s hair. 2 zn 2

A NIMBUS of mystery hung about Kilo's slim shoulders. Little was known of her cxcept that she headed the Anti-Fraternity League, a group of students whose goal was the elimination of fraternicies and sororities from Cardman. Until recently no one had taken the League's activities seriously. Then it had made the mistake of kidnaping one by one the musicians playing for a Pan-Hellenic dance at which President Van Horn was guest of honor, The following morning Van Horn issued an ultimatum. The faculty was tolerant. It held the principles of free speech and personal liberty sacred. Bw the League had gone too far. Either it would refrain from interfering with the rights of other groups or it would disband. This statement had served merely to drive the League to cover. They now held their meetings in secret, their zeal unabated. Dr. Lud was saying, “I believe] it is our duty to resist these] changes . ,."” Paula saw Kilo Sherwood lean toward Chris, seated next to her, and whisper. Chris stopped nibbling an eraser, grinned. Kilo locked slim hands together, gave them a little shake of encouragement. Suddenly Paula’s body went cold. For weeks she had ignored rumors floating about the Gamma Tau house that Kilo was making a “big play” for Chris. Paula thought it impossible: she and Tony and Chris were together so much of the time. But now she sensed something more in their brief exchange of words than a passing comment on the lecture. On the other side of the room she caught Tony Beale's grave eyes studying Kilo and Chris. Again she was aware of Dr. Lud’s voice: “And if we resist ...” Chris Wentrich half rose to his feet and asked a question: “Dr. Lud, isn't that the trouble with things? Too many graybeards fighting changes?” “Good, Wentrich!” Dr. Lud exclaimed, a slow smile pulling at his mustache. He was a stocky, dynamic man with prematurely gray hair. “At least my talk has succeeded in awakening you.” Bright spots of anger flamed in the boy’s cheeks. “You're trying to ghut me up with sarcasm,” he accused. “I'm sorry you feel that way, Wentrich,” Lud said composedly. “Tg the contrary, I should like your opinions. Am I to take it that

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you're in sympathy with those who seek to change by force?” “No!” Chris clenched his fists. “Not if you mean foreign stuff, I'll lick the first man that accuses me of that—even a professor!” “Oh, Chris,” Paula prayed mutely, “don’t say anything more. Please be careful, Chris ...” But Chris was not finished “Sometimes the people that run the show won't give you a break unless you use force. Cardman is ruled by a bunch of Greek-letter snobs—" Dr. Lud cut in with authoritative crispness: “Time's up, Wentrich. We'll go no further today. Drop over to my office any time and I shall be glad to talk further with you.” » ”n ”

FOR A terrible moment Paula thought Chris was going to retort. Then she saw Kilo give his arm a tug. Chris sat down. Everyone was buzzing over Chris’ outburst as Paula moved toward the door. Tony pushed his way to her. “Look, Paulie, we've got to get Chris alone tonight and pound some sense into his head. If that'd been anyone but Dr. Lud, Chris’d be cooling his head in the Dean’s office by now.” “I'm scared, Tony,” Paula admitted. “Chris has got that look in his eye. I've seen it before. It means trouble. Remember when he let all the air out of Dean Larson’s tires, and—" : “Paulie, those were kid jokes. But getting mixed up with this League outfit might be more serious. Oh, sure, I know they're just a bunch of brainless nuts, but Van Horn hates that sort of thing on the campus. He'll let them alone so long as they keep quiet. Just before Commencement is no time to stir up trouble.” Palla's lips trembled angrily

“Oh, Tony, Chris wouldn't have blown off if she hadn’'t—" Tony nodded. “I saw it, too, Paulie. But we mustn't get sore at Chris. We've got to keep him from doing something crazy.” “You're taking this thing pretty seriously, Tony.” Paula's hazel eyes were shrewd. “Do you know something I don’t?” Tony met her gaze. “Bill Jenks has come over from the city. I saw him hanging around the Sweetland. That scandal sheet he works for doesn’t waste time nor money on anything that isn’t pretty sensational.” “But what could it be?” asked. “I don’t know,” Tony admitted. “But my hunch is that something's in the wind, and that it concerns the League. That's why I want to talk to Chris tonight. . . . Here he comes now. I'll beat it before he sees us with our heads together.”

» n ” CHRIS looked a bit sheepish. “I gave the old boy a prod, didn't I, Paulie?” “You certainly did!” Paula retorted. “Chris, why did you do it?” “Because that ‘no change’ stuff burns me up!” “Iibok, Chris,” Paula said. “I'm in a rush now to catch another class. How about you and Tony and me doing something tonight?” “Tonight?” Chris shuffled his feet. “Well. . Paula saw a silver-blond head approaching. It bent close to Chris's ear for an instant as Kilo said softly, “You won't forget to pick me up at 7:30, Chris?” Then he was gone. Chris said weakly, “I—I'm sorry, Paulie, but I'm all tied up. . .” (To Be Continued)

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