Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 51: what you’re looking at

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_GEOFFREY ENTERS COLLEGE. 47 “Tf they ara not unreasonable I’ll make the best of it,. and let them have their fun.” He arose from his table and turned to meet the young man approaching him, a genial smile on his handsome face. But, as if suddenly arrested by some supernatural power, both young men stopped transfixed, and gazed at each other with undisguised astonishment, while expres- sions of wonder passed from lip to lip among those who were looking on. And it was no wonder, for those two standing in the center of the room might well have been twin brothers instead of utter strangers, for they appeared to be exactly alike in form, and feature, and bearing. Both were fair, with nut-brown hair and blue eyes. — Both were tall and well-developed, with a proud bearing that would have made them conspicuous anywhere, al- though a critical observer might have noticed that Geof- frey was more firmly built, more muscular, perhaps; thus showing greater strength than the other. The intruder was the first to recover himself, however, and remarked, with atoss of his fine-head anda long drawn breath: ‘‘IT say, Huntress, this is downright queer! We came to give you a little surprise party, and you’ve completely taken the wind out of our sails to begin with. I could almost swear that I was looking at my own reflection in a glass. Who are you, anyway? Give us a history of your antecedents.” “Gentlemen, you have the advantage of me,” Geoffrey | politely returned, as he glanced from face to face. “You appear to know me by name—»vde good enough to tell me whom I have the honor tc entertain, then I shall be happy to answer your questions.” “Well, I must say you’re a cool one for a ‘fresh,’” re- turned the other, with a lizht laugh, “but we can’t: stop for formal introductions all round. Since I am master of ceremonies for the evening, I will introduce myself as Everet Mapleson at your. service. I am a Southerner by birth—son of Col. William Mapleson, of ‘Vue de 1]’Eau,’ Virginia. Now, for your genealogy, young man.” Geoffrey colored. Young Mapleson’s tone was offensive in the extreme, while his manner said as plainly as manner could say, “I belong to one of the F. F. V’s—beat that record if you can,” and Geoffrey’s first impulse was to refuse to comply with his authoritative demand. Seats ea Ss (E(0) =)