d. All of them were in tears."

"What good did that do him? He was inefficient. He might have saved his
money and helped them then."

"Perhaps. I don't know. It might have been too late then. He chose to
give his life as he was living it."

"Another reason for his poverty, wasn't there?"

Jeff flushed. "He drank."

"Thought so." James rose triumphantly and put on his overcoat. "Well,
think over what I've said."

"I will. And tell the chancellor I'm much obliged to him for sending
you."

For once the Senior was taken aback. "Eh, what--what?"

"You may tell him it won't be your fault that I'll never be a credit to
Verden University."

As he walked across the campus to his fraternity house James did not
feel that his call had been wholly successful. With him he carried a
picture of his cousin's thin satiric face in which big expressive eyes
mocked his arguments. But he let none of this sense of futility get into
the report given next day to the Chancellor.

"Jeff's rather light-minded, I'm afraid, sir. He wanted to branch off
to side lines. But I insisted on a serious talk. Before I left him he
promised to think over what I had said."

"Let us hope he may."

"He said it wouldn't be my fault if he wasn't a credit to the
University."

"We can all agree with him there, Farnum."

"Thank you, sir. I'm not very hopeful about him. He has other things to
contend with."

"I'm not sure I quite know what you mean."

"I can't explain more fully without violating a confidence."

"Well, we'll hope for the best, and remember him in our prayers."

"Yes, sir," James agreed.

CHAPTER 4

"I met a hundred men on the road to Delhi, and they were all
my brothers."--Old Proverb.

THE REBEL FLUNKS IN A COURSE ON HOW TO GET ON IN LIFE

Part 1

It would be easy to overemphasize Jeff's intellectual difficulties at
the expense of the deep delight he found in many phases of his student
life. The daily routine of the library, the tennis courts, and the jolly
table talk brought out the boy in him that had been submerged.

There developed in him a vagabond streak that took him into the woods
and the hills for days at a time. About the middle of his Sophomore year
he discovered Whitman. While camping alone at night under the stars he
used to shout out,

"Strong and content, I travel the open road," or

"Allons! The road is before us!

"It is safe--I have tried it--my own feet have tried it well."

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