Our Mutual Girl was spinning along toward Princeton, on that day, recently, when it was the Mecca of all devout football worshipers, when she met Douglas Fairbanks, the popular young actor. On his invitation she got out of her limousine and into his racing car. Then he took her as far on her journey as he could and yet get back to New York in time for his matinee. This pleasant little adventure seemed to open the day propitiously, and when Margaret met Ralph Hamilton at Princeton she was in the best of spirits. Though a Yale man, he showed her without envy the historic, ivy-clad buildings and the magnificent campus which makes the rival university the Oxford of America. As they were walking past Whig Hall, a young man sweeping the steps, raised a cloud of dust which got into Margaret’s eyes and caused her to utter an angry protest. As he was about to apologize, his eye fell upon the Yale brassard on Hamilton’s arm, and the humor of it struck him so forcibly that he grinned. Margaret had to hold back Ralph from rushing upon him on the spot. She dragged Hamilton away, but later, they were destined to meet the young man again. They were seeking a guide to help them explore the buildings when an undergraduate introduced to them Aaron Burr Edwards. He was working his way through the college once headed by two of his forbears. But, though Our Mutual Girl received him cordially, the two young men struck sparks instantly, as though the smoldering fires of ancestral hatred kindled anew of their own accord. When Hamilton discovered that he had forgotten their football tickets, Edwards seized the opportunity to score a distinct advantage. He procured them excellent seats, and took his reward in sitting next to Margaret during the game. Eli won, but Princeton made a wonderful finish when, in the last ten minutes of play it scored as many points as the victors scored in fifty minutes. After the game, Edwards offered to show his guests “the Westminster Abbey of America.” He took them to the graves of his ancestors. Before the tomb of Aaron Burr, young Hamilton faced his guide. “You brought us here to insult me, did you?” he demanded, his eyes flaming. The next instant they were scuffling and struggling together. In a flash, the historic scene between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr on Weehauken Heights more than a century ago darted before Margaret’s vision. She read in the situation the bitter fact of inherited antipathies. But, fortunately in this latter day instance, Our Mutual Girl was there to prevent disaster. And Hamilton suffered her to lead him away.