"Mrs.Bentley, Miss Bentley, Miss Meade, will you permit me to present my friend and classmate Mr.Jordan ?" Belle, who was nearest, bowed and held out her hand.
But Laura drew herself up haughtily.

"Mr.Douglass," she answered coldly, "my apologies to you, but I don't wish to know---Mr.Jordan!" Belle caught the name again, and remembered.
"Oh!" she cried, snatching her hand away ere Jordan could touch it.
"I'm sorry, ladies," stammered Douglass.

But they found themselves confronted by rear views of two shapely pairs of young shoulders, while Mrs.Bentley had the air of looking through the young men without being able to see either.
Two very much disconcerted cadets, and very red in the face, stiffly resumed their caps and marched away.
"Great Scott, what did that mean ?" gasped Jordan, struck all in a heap by his strange reception.
Cadet Douglass gasped.
"Jordan," he exclaimed contritely, "I'm the greatest ass in the corps!" "You must be!" exploded Dick's enemy.

"But what was the cause of it all ?" "Why, Jordan, you---you see-----" "Who is Miss Bentley ?" "Jordan, she's Prescott's girl!" "What ?" gasped the other cadet, staring at his classmate.
"Fact!" "Prescott's---girl ?" "Yes." "Jove, a puppy like Prescott has no business with a superb girl like that." "All the same, Jordan, the fact will prevent you from knowing her." "Now, I'm not so sure of that!" cried Jordan suddenly, with strange fire in his eyes.
"What do you mean ?" "Oh, nothing," mumbled Jordan, suddenly recovering himself.
Then, under his breath, he chuckled gleefully: "Miss Bentley is just struck on the uniform, of course.

A girl like that couldn't care for a misfit like Prescott.