ent back to his room, and debated with himself what
was best to be done. He was in the midst of this self-communion when
there was a knock on the door, and to Andy's call of "Shove in!" there
followed the shock of curly hair that belonged to nobody but Ikey Stein.

"Oh, dear!" groaned Andy in spirit. "That bargainer, at this, of all
times."

"Hello, Andy," greeted Ikey. "Are you busy?"

"Too busy to buy neckties."

"Forget it! Do you think I'd come to you now on such a business!"

There was a new side to the character of Ikey--a side Andy had never
before seen. There was a quiet air of authority about him, a gentle air
that contrasted strangely with his usual carefree and easy manners that
he assumed when he wanted to sell his goods.

"Sit down," invited Andy, shoving a pile of books and papers off a
chair.

"Thanks. Nice day, isn't it?"

"Yes," answered Andy slowly, wondering what was the object of the call.

"Nice day for a walk."

"Yes."

"Ever go for a walk?"

"Sure. Lots of times."

"Going to-day?"

"I don't know. Are you?"

"Oh, I didn't mean with me. I've got a date, anyhow. Say, look here,
Blair, if you don't mind me getting personal. If you were to take a walk
out toward East Rock Park you might meet a friend of yours."

"A friend?"

"Yes."

"You mean----"

"Now look here!" exclaimed Ikey, and his manner was serious. "You may
order me out of your room, and all that, but I'm going to speak what's
in my mind. I want you to make up with Dunk!"

"Make up with him--after what he did to me!"

"That's all right--I know. But I'm sure he'll meet you more than
half-way."

"Well, he'll have to."

"Now, don't take that view of it," urged the kindly Jew. "Say, let me
tell you something, will you?"

"Fire away," and Andy walked over and stood looking out of the window
across the campus.

"It's only a little story," went on Ikey, "and not much of a one at
that. When I was in prep school I had a friend--a very dear friend.

"He was what you call a sport, too, in a way, and how he ever took up
with me I never could understand. I hadn't any money--I had to work like
the dickens to get along. All my people are dead, and I was then, as I
am now, practically alone in the world. But this fellow, who came of a
good family, took me up, and we formed a real friendship.

"I think I did him good in a way, and I know he did me, for I used to
have bitter feelings against the rich and he did a lot to sh