tion itself is a ridiculous one--no fairness about it. You made
the highest marks and you ought to be the winner. It isn't as if you
were wronging Stone or any of the others who worked hard and made good
marks. If you throw away what you've won by your own hard labour, the
Fraser goes to McLean, who made only seventy. Besides, you need the
money and he doesn't. His father is a rich man."

"But I'll be a cheat and a cad if I keep it," Elliott muttered
miserably. "Campbell isn't my legal name, and I'd never again feel as
if I had even the right of love to it if I stained it by a dishonest
act. For it _would_ be stained, even though nobody but myself knew it.
Father said it was a clean name when he left it, and I cannot soil
it."

The tempter was not silenced so easily as that. Elliott passed a
sleepless night of indecision. But next day he went to Marwood and
asked for a private interview with the president. As a result, an
official announcement was posted that afternoon on the bulletin board
to the effect that, owing to a misunderstanding, the Fraser
Scholarship had been wrongly awarded. Carl McLean was posted as
winner.

The story soon got around the campus, and Elliott found himself rather
overwhelmed with sympathy, but he did not feel as if he were very much
in need of it after all. It was good to have done the right thing and
be able to look your conscience in the face. He was young and strong
and could work his own way through Marwood in time.

"No condolences, please," he said to Roger Brooks with a smile. "I'm
sorry I lost the Fraser, of course, but I've my hands and brains left.
I'm going straight to my boarding-house to dig with double vim, for
I've got to take an examination next week for a provincial school
certificate. Next winter I'll be a flourishing pedagogue in some
up-country district."

He was not, however. The next afternoon he received a summons to the
president's office. The president was there, and with him was a plump,
motherly-looking woman of about sixty.

"Mrs. Fraser, this is Elliott Hanselpakker, or Campbell, as I
understand he prefers to be called. Elliott, I told your story to Mrs.
Fraser last evening, and she was greatly interested when she heard
your rather peculiar name. She will tell you why herself."

"I had a young half-sister once," said Mrs. Fraser eagerly. "She
married a man named John Hanselpakker and went West, and somehow I
lost all trace of her. There was, I regret to s