seeming misfortunes."

So Frank went home to clean himself, and eat his supper. The
consolation given by Coach Willoughby did much to cheer him up,
and he managed to put the ugly business out of his mind.

Indeed, he had a host of other things to bother him. The game on
the morrow, of course, meant much to an enthusiast like Frank.
Then, again, there was that strange matter in connection with
Minnie Cuthbert. Frank thought a good deal of Minnie, and they had
been great friends for a long time. To have her cut him dead was
bad enough, but to act as she did toward his sister Helen seemed
outrageous.

"There is something wrong about it," Frank said, as he dressed.
"Minnie isn't the kind of a girl to do such a thing unless she
believes she has a mighty good excuse. Well, I can't do anything
to bridge the gap. It must go on until something happens to bring
about an explanation. Until then it is my policy to simply leave
matters alone, and pay attention to my own affairs."

But when he got to thinking of how Lef Seller had on one other
occasion played a trick that, for a time, made trouble between
Minnie and himself, he shook his head wrath fully, and muttered
threats that boded no good to that prank-lover, should he prove to
be guilty in this present instance.

Helen, being a girl, knew how to disguise her feelings. She seemed
quite herself, and Frank could not help wondering if, after all,
she had cared more for Minnie than she did for Flo Dempsey, with