"You will, if I can have my way. I have hired a handsome and roomy flat
on Madison Avenue, and I expect you to come and live with me."

"I shall be delighted to do so if you will let me pay my share of the
expenses."

"You will pay me with your company. I will receive no other pay. My
uncle has left me all his property--at least a hundred thousand
dollars--and I was rich before."

"I will certainly accept your offer, since I am sure you will like to
have me."

"You were teaching a boy, I believe?"

"Yes; but he is so well advanced now that he does not need my
assistance. I am free to accept your kind offer."

"Call upon me this evening, and arrange to move to-morrow. I am very
lonely, and want young and cheerful company."

When Andy called upon his friend in the evening he found him sumptuously
lodged. The next evening he moved in.

"What news from Arden, Andy?" asked Mr. Gale.

"Nothing much, except that Squire Carter is expecting to foreclose the
mortgage on father's farm next week."

"Is that so? We must not permit that."

"No; I have a thousand dollars in bank, and I shall ask Mr. Crawford
to-morrow if he will advance me two thousand on some lots I own in
Tacoma."

"That will not be necessary. I will myself advance the full amount, and
you can pay me whenever you sell your lots."

"That is very kind, Mr. Gale, and relieves me very much."

"Don't overestimate the kindness. I have more money than I know what to
do with."

"There are others in the same position who would not help me."

"I am your friend. That makes the difference. When you go to Arden I
will go, too. It will be pleasant for me to see the place where I passed
so enjoyable a summer and made so good a friend."

"I shall be delighted to have your company, Mr. Gale."

Two evenings later, as Andy was walking up Broadway toward his new home,
he saw a familiar figure in front of him--the figure of a boy about his
own age. Evidently the boy had been drinking, and could not walk
straight.

Once, as he turned half around, Andy, with a start, recognized John
Crandall, who had treated him so meanly at Mr. Flint's. He had no reason
to like him, but his compassion was aroused.

"John," said Andy, linking his arm in his, "how do you happen to be in
this condition?"

"Who are you?" hiccoughed John.

"I am Andy Grant. Don't you know me?"

"Yes, you used to be at Mr. Flint's. Where are you taking me?" he asked,
suspiciously.

"To my r