1915 Cedrus Yearbook

C. ft: Mi f=" The Match-making Mules TANDING in the doorway of his favorite club, Richard Cozens Warrington was puzzled. Not that he would admit it. He was too proud to do that. But Dick wondered what it all could mean. Fresh from Harvard, Dick Warrington was as fine a specimen of the care-free youth as ever walked Broadway. He had been the leader of the most exclusive set at college, and now two weeks after his return to Cederton, he was the acknowledged leader of his club and the general favorite of society. "Hello! Old scout! Why so glum? Cork up the sad stuff and let me treat you to a dose of billiards and good cheer." It was Arthur Denton, a chum of Dick's. "Sorry Art, old top, but I must be going, I am busy to-night." "Too bad! Hope the blues aren't fatal." responded Art cheerfully. Dick smiled as he slowly looked down at the note in his hand. Then placing the note inhis pocket, he bade a hasty good-bye and departed. Immaculate, Dick appeared to be a veritable prince of men as he descended the steps of his father's elegant mansion, and stepped into the tonneau of his long, gray, sixty horse-power car, the pride of his heart. He seemed to be in the surroundings where one would naturally expect to find him. Deftly he started the motor car and darted off towards the home of Dr. Brownlee, whose daughter Dorothy, was one of his life-long friends. It was only a few squares to the Brownlee home, so Dick drove slowly, meanwhile heaving a sigh of satisfaction andcontent with all the world. Life seemed sweet to Dick. Few of its troubles had ever crossed his path. Fate had been good to him: so he mused. Thus it was, that Dick was in a particularly amiable frame of mind as he ascended the steps of the Doctor's beautiful residence and pushed the bell. He was cordially received by Mrs. Brownlee, who had always liked Dick's impulsiveness and warm-heartedness; and he greeted her with the boyish enthusiasm characteristic of him. They were conversing pleasantly when Dorothy entered the 43