beefsteak had been bound upon his cheek on more than one occasion. A
rollicking class was his, though not below the average in its
scholarship, and the sometimes reckless mood of it just suited him.
"There were three men of Babylon, of Babylon, of Babylon."

There is what some claim is an aristocracy in American colleges. It is
asserted that the leading Greek fraternities are this, and that the
existence of Alpha Delta Phi, Psi Upsilon or Delta Kappa Epsilon, or
others of the secret groups, is not a good thing for the students as a
whole. Yet in the existence of these societies is forged another of
the links of life to come outside, and all the good things to be gained
in college are not the ratings won in classes. Harlson was one of
those with badges and deep in college politics. He never had occasion
to repent it.

And so, with study, some rough encounter and much scheming and much
dreaming, time passed until the world outside loomed up again at close
quarters. The present view was a new struggle. The great money
question intervened. There had come a blight upon his father's dollar
crop, and when Grant Harlson left the university he was so nearly
penniless that the books he owned were sold to pay his railroad fare.




CHAPTER IX.

MRS. POTIPHAR.

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