OPENING THE BAZAAR It was Saturday afternoon, and the Semper Fidelis bazaar had just been opened.

Grace Harlowe, attired in her gypsy costume, for which she had sent home, stood watching the gay scene, her eyes glowing with interest and pleasure.

Professor Morton, the president of the college, had set his seal of approval on the bazaar by making a short speech.

Then the dean had added a word or two, and the applause had died away in a pleasant hum of conversation that arose from the throng of students and visitors that more than comfortably filled the gymnasium.
"I don't see how those girls managed to accomplish so much in so short a time," remarked the dean to Miss Duncan.

"I understand Miss Harlowe was a prime mover in the work." "Yes," replied Miss Duncan.