"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 show me that I was wrong. This friend went in a fast set and one day I spoke to him about it. I said he was throwing away his talents. "Well, he was touchy--he'd been out late the night before--and he resented what I said. We had a quarrel--our first one--and he went out saying he never wanted to see me again. I had a chance to make up with him later, but I was too proud. So was he, I guess. Anyhow, when I put my pride in my pocket and went after him, a little later, it was too late." "Too late--how?" asked Andy, for Ikey had come to a stop and there was a break in his voice. "He went out in an auto with his fast crowd; there was an upset, and my friend was killed." Andy turned sharply. There were tears in the other's eyes, and his face was twitching. "I--I always felt," said Ikey, softly, "that perhaps if I hadn't been so proud and hard that--maybe--maybe he'd be alive to-day." There was silence in the room, broken only by the monotonous ticking of the clock. "Thanks," said Andy, softly, after a pause. "I--I guess I understand what you mean, Stein." He held out his hand, which was warmly clasped. "Then you will go for a walk--maybe?" asked Ikey, eagerly. "I--I think I will," spoke Andy, softly. "I don't understand it; but I'll go." "You--you'll find him there," went on Ikey. "I sent him out to--meet you!" And before Andy could say anything more the peacemaker had left the apartment.