CHAPTER XVI.
UNWRITTEN HISTORY.
Belton, smiling, locked his arm in Bernard's and said: "Come with me.
I will explain it all to you." They walked down the aisle together.
At the sight of these two most conspicuous representatives of all that was good and great in the race, moving down the aisle side by side, the audience began to cheer wildly and a band of musicians began playing "Hail to the Chief." All of this was inexplicable to Bernard; but he was soon to learn what and how much it meant.

Belton escorted him across the campus to the small but remarkably pretty white cottage with green vines clinging to trellis work all around it.

Here they entered.

The rooms were furnished with rare and antique furniture and were so tastefully arranged as to astonish and please even Bernard, who had been accustomed from childhood to choice, luxuriant magnificence.
They entered a side room, overlooking a beautiful lawn which could boast of lovely flowers and rose bushes scattered here and there.

They sat down, facing each other.