Endicott turned from puzzling over the question of Mikky, to greet his old friend whom he had not seen for twenty years. He was glad to see him. He had always liked him. He looked him over critically, however, with his successful-business-man-of-New-York point of view. He noticed the plain cheap business suit, worn shiny in places, the shoes well polished but beginning to break at the side, the plentiful sprinkling of gray hairs, and then his eyes travelled to the kind, worn face of his friend. In spite of himself he could not but feel that the man was happier than himself. He asked many questions, and found a keen pleasure in hearing all about the little family of the other, and their happy united efforts to laugh off poverty and have a good time anyway. Then the visitor told of the college, its struggles, its great needs and small funds, how its orange crop, which was a large part of its regular income, had failed that year on account of the frost, and they were in actual need of funds to carry on the work of the immediate school year. Endicott found his heart touched, though he was not as a rule a large giver to anything. “I’d be glad to help you Harkness,” he said at last, “but I’ve got a private benevolence on my hands just now that is going to take a good deal of money, I’m afraid. You see we’ve narrowly escaped a tragedy at our house—” and he launched into the story of the shooting, and his own indebtedness to Mikky. “I see,” said the Professor, “you feel that you owe it to that lad to put him in the way of a better life, seeing that he freely gave his life for your child’s.” “Exactly!” said Endicott, “and I’d like to adopt him and bring him up as my own, but it doesn’t seem feasible. I don’t think my wife would feel just as I do about it, and I’m not sure I’d be doing the best after all for the boy. To be taken from one extreme to another might ruin him.” “Well, Endicott, why don’t you combine your debt to the child with benevolence and send him down to us for a few years to educate.” Endicott sat up interestedly. “Could I do that; Would they take so young a child? He can’t be over seven.” “Yes, we would take him, I think. He’d be well cared for; and his tuition in the prep department would help the institution along. Every little helps, you know.” Endicott suddenly saw before him the solution of his difficulties. He entered eagerly into the matter, talking over rates, plans and so on. An hour later it was all settled. Mikky was to take a full course with his expenses all prepaid, and a goodly sum placed in the bank for his clothing and spending money. He was to have the best room the school afforded, at the highest price, and was to take music and art and everything else that was offered, for Endicott meant to do the handsome thing by the institution. The failure of the bank of which he was president had in no wise affected his own private fortune.