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Jest That Failed
by
Grace passed him at this moment on her way to the Latin classroom. She bowed and smiled in a friendly fashion and Sidney Hill felt decidedly uncomfortable. What was he to do? He did not like to think of putting Miss Seeley in a false position because somebody had sent her an invitation in his name.
“I suppose it is some cad who has a spite at me that has done it,” he reflected, “but if so I’ll spoil his game. I’ll take Miss Seeley to the prom as if I had never intended doing anything else. She shan’t be humiliated just because there is someone at Payzant who would stoop to that sort of thing.”
So he walked up the hall with Grace and expressed his pleasure at her acceptance, and on the evening of the prom he sent her a bouquet of white carnations, whose spicy fragrance reminded her of her own little garden at home. Grace thought it extremely nice of him, and dressed in a flutter of pleasant anticipation.
Her gown was a very simple one of sheer white organdie, and was the only evening dress she had. She knew there would be many smarter dresses at the reception, but the knowledge did not disturb her sensible head in the least.
She fingered the dainty white frills lovingly as she remembered the sunny summer days at home in the little sewing-room, where cherry boughs poked their blossoms in at the window, when her mother and sisters had helped her to make it, with laughing prophesies and speculations as to its first appearance. Into seam and puff and frill many girlish hopes and dreams had been sewn, and they all came back to Grace as she put it on, and helped to surround her with an atmosphere of happiness.
When she was ready she picked up her bouquet and looked herself over in the mirror, from the top of her curly head to the tips of her white shoes, with a little nod of satisfaction. Grace was not exactly pretty, but she had such a bright, happy face and such merry brown eyes and such a friendly smile that she was very pleasant to look upon, and a great many people thought so that night.
Grace had never in all her life before had so good a time as she had at that senior prom. The seniors were quick to discover her unaffected originality and charm, and everywhere she went she was the centre of a merry group. In short, Grace, as much to her own surprise as anyone’s, found herself a social success.
Presently Sidney brought his brother up to be introduced, and the latter said:
“Miss Seeley, will you excuse my asking if you have a brother or any relative named Max Seeley?”
Grace nodded. “Oh, yes, my brother Max. He is a doctor out west.”
“I was sure of it,” said Murray Hill triumphantly. “You resemble him so strongly. Please don’t consider me as a stranger a minute longer, for Max and I are like brothers. Indeed, I owe my life to him. Last summer I was out there on a surveying expedition, and I took typhoid in a little out-of-the-way place where good nursing was not to be had for love or money. Your brother attended me and he managed to pull me through. He never left me day or night until I was out of danger, and he worked like a Trojan for me.”
“Dear old Max,” said Grace, her brown eyes shining with pride and pleasure. “That is so like him. He is such a dear brother and I haven’t seen him for four years. To see somebody who knows him so well is next best thing to seeing himself.”
“He is an awfully fine fellow,” said Mr. Hill heartily, “and I’m delighted to have met the ‘little sister’ he used to talk so much about. I want you to come ever and meet my mother and sister. They have heard me talk so much about Max that they think almost as much of him as I do, and they will be glad to meet his sister.”