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IT was midnight when they came laughing, skipping crazily across the campus, and burst into the crowded living room of the Chi Phi house. "Barney! Bill! Dave! Listen, everybody—" Reed Kennedy, blond and square-shouldered and handsome in his tuxedo, shouted excitedly for the attention of his partying fraternity brothers and their girls. Lois Smith hugged her long gold evening cape about her shoulders, flung back the cloud of dark hair that grew deep in a point on her pretty forehead and stood silhouetted, smiling and flushed, in the black frame of the doorway.
"Brothers — and ladies," he announced gaily, "look! Ga%e!" He made a sweeping gesture in Lois' direction, then paused.
"You're invited," he finally said quietly, "to a wedding."
There was dead, silence — then the loud explosion of congratulations and back-slapping and good wishes. The silence had been only the quick moment it took every Chi Phi in the room to overcome sharp sensations of surprise and envy; this thing, it occurred to them all in that moment, was so exactly like Reed Kennedy.
For, for just about the millionth time in his life, he had got what he wanted — even another fellow's girl.
It had always been that way with Reed. Everything a man could desire had come to him. He had a romantic baritone voice that made him as popular with the girls as his football prowess did with the boys. He had a lavish al
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