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Rh hurried to catch a trolley for Fairview Institute.

As they walked up the steps to the building where the young ladies were permitted to receive visitors, they saw a lad standing there. Just as Tom was about to ring the bell, the door opened, and a maid announced to the waiting lad:

"Miss Clinton can see no one."

"She is out, do you mean?"

"I do not know. That was the message Miss Philock told me to give you."

"Oh, all right," and, turning so that the light from the hall shone on his face, the countenance of Boswell was disclosed to our friends.

"Oh!" he exclaimed blankly, as he recognized them. Then looking at Tom he added:

"Perhaps you'll have better luck than I did, Parsons!"

"Perhaps," admitted Tom, drily.