ondition to
look after his various financial affairs, and as Dick seemed to take
more to business than to studying, he should leave college and take the
reins out of his parent's hands. Then he pleaded with Dora that they
get married and she consented, only stipulating that they must both
look after her mother. Then followed the grandest wedding that quiet
Cedarville had ever known, and Dick and Dora went off on a short but
exceedingly happy honeymoon trip.

"And now it is back to the college grind for us," Sam had said to Tom.

"Right you are," was the reply. "And we'll have to work pretty hard to
catch up with our classes."

"But your head, Tom----"

"Oh, that has got to take care of itself," had been Tom's reply; and
there the matter had dropped for the time being. But often Sam would
watch his brother closely, for he knew that poor Tom had been seriously
hurt and was by no means entirely over it.

When the two brothers had returned to Brill they had had to tell their
chums of all their doings in and near New York. Songbird had smiled
grimly on hearing of the fate of Josiah Crabtree.

"Well, he deserved it," the would-be poet had said. "He was a snake in
the grass from the start."

"I hope he doesn't cross our path again," Sam had replied. "I never
want to see him, again."

"Nor do I," had come from Tom. "If he's a cripple I reckon he'll keep
out of our sight."

It was hard work, after all the excitement of their doings in New York,
and the added excitement of the wedding, for Sam and Tom to settle down
to the hum-drum routine of life at college, but the lads did their
best. Nellie Laning and her sister Grace came back to Hope Seminary
and the young folks managed to see each other at least once a week.
Nellie was very solicitous about Tom, and when he admitted to her that
his head still hurt at times she wanted to know why he didn't return to
the farm for a long rest.

"Oh, I don't want to drop behind in my studies, Nellie," had been his
answer. "I want to get through, and go into business, like Dick has
done," and he gazed at her in a manner that caused her to blush deeply.

"Yes, I know. But, Tom dear, supposing your head----" She did not
know how to go on.

"Oh, my head will be all right, Nellie, so don't you fret. Why, I
wouldn't have you fret for the world!" And Tom had caught both her
hands tightly within his own. They understood each other perfectly.

"But you know what the doct