The meeting was not very lengthy, since only the usual matters came up for discussion, and they were disposed of quite readily, and without much controversy. First we decided what kind of a ball we should use, and in this we favored a well known firm in New York. A few unimportant changes were made in the rules, two or three professional umpires were selected, and finally the schedule of games was arranged. According to this schedule Belmont College was listed to play championship games on the second, third, and fourth Saturdays in May, and with her opponents in the following order: first, Dean College; second, Park College; and third, Halford College. This completed the business of the meeting, which occupied about two hours, so that when we adjourned it was approaching one o’clock, and time to prepare for lunch. During the meal Tony Larcom looked over his time table. “We can easily catch the 2:30 train,” he said to Ray. “What do you say to going back home?” “By all means,” answered Ray. “I see no object in hanging around here any longer.” Accordingly we finished our lunch leisurely, and then repaired to the piazza, where we sat down for a few moments, awaiting the time to start for the station. Suddenly Tony Larcom clapped Ray on the arm. “Our valises!” he exclaimed. Ray and he rose together and reëntered the hotel. As I was talking at that moment with Slade, I did not accompany them, but called out, “Bring down my valise, too, will you, Tony?” Tony called back an assent, and I continued in conversation. “You have quite a bruise on your head, Mr. Elder. Did you get hit with a ball?” asked Slade, examining my forehead. “No,” I answered; “I was kicked in the head by some one running over me――at least, I think so, though it was late at night, and too dark for me to be sure.” As we continued to talk about the matter, Slade said in a low tone, looking over my shoulder, “Somebody is very much interested in you, I think.” I turned sharply around, to encounter the full, steady stare of a young fellow about my own age, who had been standing about three feet behind me. He lowered his eyes, and at once passed into the hotel. I looked after him curiously. “Who is he?” I asked. “I don’t know,” responded Slade. “I think he is a Park College fellow; at least, he came into town this morning with quite a crowd of students from the college. He was fairly devouring you with his eyes when I spoke.” “Well, I hope it will do him good, though I don’t see why he――――” Here I was interrupted by Tony, who came out quickly and thrust my valise into my hand. “Come on,” he said. “We must hurry.” As I turned to shake hands with Slade, I saw the fellow who had attracted our attention standing in the doorway still gazing fixedly at me, but the moment my eyes met his he turned and walked away.