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Masked and armed they seized Speed from his cot that night and rushed him away.
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'T was a gala day at Yale that day when Captain Donald Keap came home from the war with a Distinguished Service medal on his breast and a heavy heart within. Thirty, rich, and a hero, but he was not happy.
There was a something in the spirit of the campus, lively with its merry throngs of cheering students and their bravery of colors and pennants that reminded him sadly of the day when a shouting crowd on the pierhead waved flags and handkerchiefs in farewell as the great transport put out for Over There. But Roberta Covington, his bride, had been there on the pier that day to wave a farewell. Today there had been no greeting of welcome home. It was all over between them, she had decided.
_ Donald Keap's pride had, however, succumbed to his devotion and he found himself drawn, in spite of better judgment, to that very place where he was most likely to see Roberta.
Following familiar paths he turned in at the gymnasium and pushed his way past bustling athletes, bubbling with preparations for the day's events in the first intercollegiate track meet since the Armistice.
"Hello Don! Greetings! It's great to see you."'
Keap was all but bowled over by the hearty cordial onslaught of Culver Covington, his brother-in-law and crack sprinter for Yale. Young Covington tumbled over his masseur, tough Larry Glass, and went bounding down the room to Keap.
Goin Some
Patience is a good
councillor especially when fate is kind
and coincidence fortunate
By GENE SHERIDAN
"I'm out for the hundred yard championship, today, Don." The young athlete was exuberantly cheerful, modestly confident.
Keap's face grew grave as the smiles of greeting passed.
"Culver — can't you fix it so I can have a talk with Roberta?" Captain Keap was making a brave effort to appear contained and composed, but his very attitude combined eagerness and gloomy despair. He was plainly very much in love with the wife who would have none of him.
"I'm awful sorry, Don — " Covington was hunting for words to soften what he had to say — "but I'm afraid it's all off. She's leaving for Nevada in a few days to get a divorce, and she's making me go with her." Larry, the rubber, interrupted the awkward situation, commanding Covington to come back to the rubbing table.
"See you after the race. Culver." With that Keap was off. Roberta Covington Keap, brunette, with beauty and hauteur, was the center of a blithe little group in the grandstand. With her were Jean Chapin, soon to wed Culver Covington, and Helen Blake, pretty, i8, fluffy and confidential. Of course Berkley Fresno was along. The young women may have been watching the meet, but Berkley had attention only for Helen. He was a perfect marshmallow of a youth, fat and pink of form and creamy of disposition, and a model of politeness.
In the splendor of his college raiment J. Wallingford Speed approached, exchanging waves (Continued on page 74)