Jane Allen: Right Guard

Jane Allen: Right Guard, by
Edith Bancroft

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Author: Edith Bancroft
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JANE ALLEN: RIGHT GUARD
By Edith Bancroft
Author of Jane Allen of the Sub-Team
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY Akron, Ohio New
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Copyright MCMXVIII
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
Jane Allen, Right Guard Made in the United States of America
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
I DAY DREAMS 1 II A COUNCIL OF WAR 11 III BAD NEWS 17
IV THE REASON WHY 27 V THE UNKNOWN MISCHIEF
MAKER 34 VI THE PLOT THICKENS 42 VII AN UNPLEASANT
TABLEMATE 51 VIII A HAPPY THOUGHT 63 IX SEEKERS OF
DISCORD 72 X A VAGUE REGRET 82 XI REJECTED
CAVALIERS 91 XII NORMA'S "FIND" 101 XIII THE
EXPLANATION 111 XIV OPENLY AND ABOVEBOARD 122 XV
THE RECKONING 132 XVI PLAYING CAVALIER 140 XVII THE
EAVESDROPPER 151 XVIII DIVIDING THE HONORS 157 XIX
RANK INJUSTICE 167 XX THE RISE OF THE FRESHMAN TEAM
182 XXI REINSTATEMENT 197 XXII MAKING OTHER PEOPLE
HAPPY 210 XXIII A NEW FRIEND 224 XXIV THE LISTENER 241
XXV THE ACCUSATION 258 XXVI THE STAR WITNESS 273
XXVII CONCLUSION 299
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JANE ALLEN: RIGHT GUARD
CHAPTER I
DAY DREAMS
"Come out of your day dream, Janie, and guess what I have for you."
Hands behind him, Henry Allen stood looking amusedly down at his
daughter.
Stretched full length in a gaily striped hammock swung between two
great trees, her gray eyes dreamily turned toward the distant mountain
peaks, Jane Allen had not heard her father's noiseless approach over the
closely clipped green lawn.
At sound of his voice, she bobbed up from the hammock with an
alacrity that left it swaying wildly.
"Of course I was dreaming, Dad," she declared gaily, making an
ineffectual grab at the hands he held behind him.
"No fair using force," he warned, dexterously eluding her. "This is a
guessing contest. Now which hand will you choose?"
"Both hands, you mean thing!" laughed Jane. "I know what you have in
one of them. It's a letter. Maybe two. Now stand and deliver."
"Here you are."
Obligingly obeying the imperative command, Mr. Allen handed Jane
two letters.
"Oh, joy! Here you are!"
Jane enveloped her father in a bear-like hug, planting a resounding kiss
on his sun-burnt cheek.
"Having played postman, I suppose my next duty is to take myself off

and leave my girl to her letters," was his affectionately smiling
comment.
"Not a bit of it, Dad. I'm dying to read these letters. They're from Judith
Stearns and Adrienne Dupree. But even they must wait a little. I want
to talk to you, my ownest Dad. Come and sit beside me on that bench."
Slipping her arm within her father's, Jane gently towed him to a quaint
rustic seat under a magnificent, wide-spreading oak.
"Be seated," she playfully ordered.
Next instant she was beside him on the bench, her russet head against
his broad shoulder.
"Well, girl of mine, what is it? You're not going to tell me, I hope, that
you don't want to go back to college."
Henry Allen humorously referred to another sunlit morning over a year
ago when Jane had corralled him for a private talk that had been in the
nature of a burst of passionate protest against going to college.
"It's just a year ago yesterday, Dad," Jane returned soberly. "What a
horrid person I was to make a fuss and spoil my birthday. But I was
only sixteen, then. I'm seventeen years and one day old now. I'm ever
so much wiser. It's funny but that is really what I wanted to talk to you
about. Going back to Wellington, I mean. I want to go this time. Truly,
I do."
"I know it, Janie. I was only teasing you."
Henry Allen smiled down very tenderly at his pretty daughter.
"Of course you were," nodded Jane. "I knew, though, that you were
thinking about last year, when I behaved like a savage. I was thinking
of it, too, as I lay in the hammock looking off toward the mountains.
Dear old Capitan never seemed so wonderful as it does to-day. Yet
somehow, it doesn't hurt me to