“Well, I am sorry for you, doc; still it is better than no berth at all,” said Greenaway, sadly, “I didn’t get a thing, and I’m the poorest man in the college.” “By Jove, that’s too bad!” said Reginald Brookes, with feeling. “But, say, what are you going to do; you can’t go into general practice without capital.” Fred Greenaway shrugged his shoulders and frowned slightly. “I used up all I had on my education,” he said, briefly, “but I’ll catch on to something. I’m not worrying about it.” Dick Fielding rushed away at that moment in answer to a call from a friend, and in a flash Dr. Brookes put his hand on Greenaway’s shoulder. “Let me lend you five thousand to start with, old chap! I can do it as well as not, and you can give me an I. O. U. for security.” Fred Greenaway looked up at the handsome fellow in amazement. “Great Cæsar! Do you mean that, doc?” he asked, excitedly. “Certainly,” said young Brookes, briefly, as he drew a check book from his pocket. “Why the deuce didn’t you tell me you were hard up before. I thought you considered me your friend, you rascal!” Fred Greenaway did not speak for the space of a minute. Such generosity as this was totally unknown to him, and just at this time it was doubly and trebly grateful. “I guess I should have gone to the wall in spite of my grit,” he said slowly, as Brookes folded and handed him the check. “I haven’t five dollars in my pocket this minute, and as there wasn’t a ghost of a show in sight for me to practice my profession, I was starting out to apply for a job as motorman on a street car, or something of that sort.” “Let me know how you get on,” said Brookes, as he waited for the I. O. U. that Greenaway was scribbling. “I’ll be on the Island for a year, I suppose, unless I find, as Fielding says, that I am actually rusting.” “But why do you go there, Brookes?” asked his friend, rather anxiously. “With your money, what is to hinder your going straight into practice?” Reginald Brookes did not answer the question immediately; he appeared to be a little embarrassed. “I’ll tell you, Fred!” he blurted out finally, “but don’t give me away, old man, or the boys will say I lack ambition; but the fact is I’m in love—desperately in love, and it is with a sweet little nurse who is ‘on probation’ in Charity.” “I see,” said Greenaway, with a smile of amusement. “And you can’t bear the idea of having the East River roll between you! Well, I don’t know that I blame you, doc, for after all, what’s the good of money if you can’t be independent!” “It is just this way,” said Brookes, seriously, as the two friends started slowly up Fifty-ninth street. “She is a beautiful girl, a country lass, and fresh as a daisy. I’m sure I don’t know how she can endure that place, but she is determined to stay there and take care of those poor wretches, and some way I thought she would be happier if I went over and helped her.”