"Who is Henry Martin?" "I used to room with him in New York. He is a nice boy, Henry is, a good deal better'n me. He used to save his money and put it in the bank, and study evenings." "And you didn't, I suppose?" "No. I was a fool; but I won't be any longer. I'm going to turn over a new leaf." "If you do, I shall not regret having engaged you as a companion for Arthur." Here Arthur's voice was heard, as he entered the room. "What are you two talking about?" he inquired. "I was telling Sam you would miss him when he went away." "So I shall. Why can't he stay a little longer?" Arthur had not yet been told of the plan for giving him a companion. "You would get tired of me," said Sam. "No, I wouldn't." "Not if I stayed a month?" "Will you, really?" asked Arthur, his pale face brightening up with evident pleasure. "He shall stay if you would like to have him," said his brother, "and study with you every day. I think Prof. Taylor will be willing to take one additional pupil." "Will he live here in this house?" asked Arthur, with animation. "Certainly," "Then I shan't feel lonely any more," said Arthur. "I've been wanting company." "I am sorry to say Sam's studies have been neglected, and he may require some assistance in getting his lessons." "I'll help him," said Arthur, eagerly. So it was arranged, and so it was that Sam; after drifting about for years, found at last a good home. CHAPTER XXXI. TWO YEARS LATER. More than two years have elapsed. In the fine old home at Brookline, Sam and Arthur are sitting out on the lawn. Both have changed. Arthur looks stronger and better than when Sam first made his acquaintance, His thin face is more full, his pallor has been succeeded by a faint tinge of color, and he looks contented and happy. But the greatest change has come over Sam. He is now a young man of eighteen, well-formed and robust, handsomely dressed, with a face not only attractive, but intelligent. These two years have improved him greatly, as we shall see. "I can hardly realize that Charlie is to graduate next week," said Arthur. "He was a sophomore when I first met him," said Sam. "How little I thought that the meeting would be so important to me!" "And to me!" said Arthur. "You have up idea how lonely I felt before you came." "You have an idea how ignorant I was at that time," said Sam. "You didn't know much, to be sure," said Arthur, smiling. "I remember how I had to drill you in the multiplication table." "My spelling was rather weak," said Sam. "I should say it was; it was original, at least," said Arthur. "To tell the truth, I was rather dismayed when I found how little you knew. But you have made it up bravely." "Yes," said Sam, complacently, "I think have; but still you are ahead of me." "Not in all things. You write a much better hand than I." "I am afraid it is my only accomplishment," said Sam.