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A STRANGE ENCOUNTER. 53 During the recess, which occurred between the winter and spring terms of her second year at Vassar, she was in New York city for a few days with her chosen ‘friend and roommate, Addie Loring. There was considerable shopping to be done to prepare for the warm weather, dress-making to attend to, besides a gay round of social duties, and the two giris were all the time in a delightful flutter of business and pleas- ure. One morning, after along siege of shopping, feeling both weary and hungry, they entered an up-town cafe to obtain a lunch and rest a little before going home. At the cashier’s desk near the door, as they stepped in- side, there stood a tall, handsome young man in the act of paying for his dinner. Gladys caught sight of him in an instant, and she started and flushed a vivid crimson. Then a smile of joy illumined her whole face as she sprang forward, and, laying her hand lightly on the young man’s arm, exclaimed in delighted tones: ‘“Why, Geotfrey, where did you drop from? I imagined you a solitary reciuse at Yale, and hard at work over Latin and Greek, ‘to gain time’ as you wrote in your last letter.” The young man turned quickly as the sweet, lady-like voice fell upon his ear, his whole body thrilling at that light touch upon his arm, and found himself face to face with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. A tall, slender, perfect form, clad in a vewitching suit of modest gray, stood before him. Her small head was proudly poised on a pair of graceful shoulders, and crowned with a jaunty turban of gray velvet in which there gleamed a scarlet feather. The face was delicate in outline, with lovely features and a complexion of pure white and rose. Her eyes of dark blue were lighted with surprise and gladness, her lips wreathed with a tender smile of welcome which parted them just enough to re- veal the small, milk-white teeth between. A look of admiration shot into the young man’s eyes, and then they began to gleam with amusement. He raised his hat with all the gallantry of which he was master, and bowed low, as he replied : ‘You have made a slight mistake, lady. Ido not an- swer to the name by which you have addressed me, al- though I might be tempted to do so, perhaps. if I could thereby secure the pleasure of your acquaintance. _ Allow (e()