he Island Press."

The silence which followed heightened the effect of Huntington's _coup_,
and Hamlen felt the blood rushing to his face. Huntington watched the
proceedings with evident relish, and as comprehension followed surprise
in the minds of his fellow-members he held his glass aloft.

"To the health, gentlemen, of Philip Hamlen, our master-printer, an
American, thank God, who knows how to preserve that art preservative of
all arts!"

It was the first triumph Hamlen had ever tasted, and as Huntington
watched his face he feared that in the desire to give him the confidence
of approval he had over-estimated his friend's physical strength. But
joy never kills, and the first weakness was conquered by the necessity
of living up to the position which had been thrust upon him. He
responded bravely, and Huntington smiled contentedly as he saw still
another barrier broken down between Philip Hamlen and the world he
believed to be against him. On their way home no word was spoken in the
motor-car, but when safe within the retreat of the library, which Hamlen
had learned to love, the pent-up emotion burst forth.

"Then I have done something after all!" he cried. "My life has not been
all a mistake! Heaven knows what a mess I've made of it, but at least
there is something saved out of the wreck? You think they meant it,
don't you, Huntington?" he asked beseechingly, and he found his answer
in the beaming countenance of his friend. "I had no idea it would mean
so much, that so wonderful an experience as I had to-night could ever
come to me. Even now I can't understand it. Those little books are only
expressions of myself; I made them merely for personal gratification."

"In doing so, my friend, you gave yourself to us; and more than that no
man can do!"

The wonderful weeks went by, filled with a bewildering series of unusual
experiences for Hamlen and of continuing satisfaction to Huntington.
Philip unfolded to him day by day the various elements which went to
make the new Harvard spirit, and Huntington supplemented the boy's
efforts by keeping his guest in touch with the graduate activities
centered in and reaching their climax in the building of the "Home of
the Harvard Club" in Boston, dedicated as "the tomb of Harvard
indifference." Hamlen saw the freshmen segregated in their own
dormitories, and forced to become acquainted one with another, and he
realized what it would have meant to him at a similar time in his