The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1898-01-22

was pretty rich; but we all agreed 10
keep Ii dark and watch Developments
until we had chance to play good
game on him.
| l watched Harry after that whenever
he came in my way. and l certainly no
ticed a new look about him; there was
no doubt about IL. Harry was in love
with that photograph. And as the year
drew on to spring, and the spring to-
ward class day, the young mans fancy
lightly turned to thoughts of Rose
Thorne more and more, so we judged.
IL was one evening along about the
first of June, think. when one Of the
fellows-Goodrich, expelled the year
we graduated-came running into my
room all out OF breath for laughing.
and threw himself into my chair, so
weak he could hardly speak.
"Oh, it's the rich joke on Briarwood."
he gasped, at last; "it's the photograph
he always carries around with him
Rose Thorne'-oh. my eye!" And he
exploded again. '"That picture--it's
Thorne's own photo, taken last year in
the ri Eta theatricals. Here's dupli-
cate of il. found it in Van Ruyter's
room today" And he pulled out OF his
pocket another likeness of the fair Rose
Thorne.
| The joke was too good TO keep. The
idea OF dignified old Briarwood being
In love with another fellow-a shaven
and bewigged Rose" poisoning on
the Thorne treel
"And he carried that thing around in
his vest pocket next his heartl" roared
Goodrich. 81 saw II the other day at
the gym. Oh, the soft meat He'll
never hear the last Of thisl"
Then we concocted the fine scheme.
We agreed that the crowd should meet
around at Briarwood's rooms some even
| ing, quite accidentally. and manage
to bring Rose Thornc" into the talk
somehow till he fired up, then we would
give ii all away and explain that his
'ady-loye existed only as strapping
alumnus, and the joke would be on him
for the benefit Of the whole college
For we planned to get version Of II
| into the "Lampoon," with portraits.
We set one night just before class day
for our seance and all the boys promised
TO be there 10 see poor old Briarwood
through with il. Well, sirs, that even.
| ing Harry was In his best mood. He
had just finished his last examination.
and was feeling pretty fine altogether,
for his years rank was a sure thing;
however, the profs might play the deuce
with the rest OF us. He did the honors
in great shape, and showed no sign OF
caring for any girl, let alone the pho
tograph whose original he had never
seen. The boys began TO put up the
game before long. Goodrich was the
one to start il Off.
II say, fellows" he called across The
room, don't you remember little
Thorne? Yes you do, al Adams spread
a year ago-little Rose, in the red
drcss?" We had all come on for class
day the year before.
"oh, yes" said another fellow, with
grin; you mean the girl who took too
much champagne"
And couldn't walk to the carriage.
chimed in Eddy, with his horse laugh.
81 remember that, fellows; l carried
her"
'She was more than handful for
Thorne, that little sister Of his" said
another. And so they went on with
their jokes about the little devil in
red" Rosie" as they called her, each
growing more personal in his hints and
innuendoes, which were received with
roars OF laughter and asserting grins OF
delight.
Briarwood was all this time sitting
glum and quiet by the window, with his
head bent in his hands, pulling fiercely
Mt his pipe without n word. Then
Goodrich said, suddenly:
II say, fellows, how many Of you have
her picture? She only gives em to the
ones she loves best, sweet Sozodontl
got mine the night took her TO Mar
liave's for n little French dinner after
the theater. IIow's that Briarwood? Is
that the way you got your's?"
Harry jumped up quickly and stood
facing Goodrich defantly, with his eyes
flashing.
"oh, you've got it there, we know"
went on Goodrich, tapping his breast
pocket. "rvc seen it; isn't IL like this2"
And he pulled the duplicate out of his
own pocket triumphantly.
But Goodrich overdid the thing he
always did, He wns coarse brute, and
the faculty was all right TO get rid Of
him as soon as they did. lie made some
other remarks which were quite unnec-
essary for the purposes of our joke, and
which we were all of us ashamed TO
hear, and then he stepped forward as II
TO grab the photograph out of lIarry's
pocket.
But Hrarwood was thoroughly walked
up now. With gesture he flung away
his pipe, and then planting his big fist
squarely between Goodrich's eyes, sent
him tumbling back with crash against
the door.
ITS a lie; it's all n--lic," he snid,
steadily, and in low tone. "She is
Jack Thorne's sister. and know she is
n fine girl. I'm not ashamed 60 wear
her photograph, but won't take IL out