fine typewriter at half price, do you?"

Neil was sure he didn't and broached the subject of his call. Foster
showed some amazement when he learned of Gale's candidacy, but at once
absolved Neil from his promise.

"Frankly, Fletcher, I don't think your friend has the ghost of a show,
you know, but, of course, if he wants to try it it's all right. And I'm
just as much obliged to you."

During the next week Neil worked early and late for Paul's success. He
made some converts, but not enough to give him much hope. Livingston was
easily the popular candidate for the presidency, and Neil failed to
understand where Cowan found ground for the encouraging reports that he
made to Paul. Paul himself was hopeful all the way through, and lent ill
attention to Neil's predictions of failure.

"You always were a raven, chum," he would exclaim. "Wait until Thursday
night."

And Neil, without much hope, waited.



CHAPTER V

AND SHOWS HIS METTLE

The freshman election took place in one of the lecture rooms of Grace
Hall. There was a full attendance of the entering class, while the