He resumed the private rehearsals of his oration. He and Lee always rehearsed together, profiting by each other’s friendly criticism; but now Lee redoubled his efforts to make his friend’s work perfect and successful. It was awkward to Parmenter at first to attempt to deliver his most telling sentences with his right arm bound to his side, so instinctive had gesturing become to him; but diligent study, persistent practice, and the judicious advice of his friendly critic helped him to overcome to a great extent that one difficulty. When on the following Friday he took his place before the judges, it was with no small degree of confidence in his success. On Saturday morning the list containing the names of the fortunate six was posted on the bulletin board near the chapel entrance. Parmenter’s name was upon it. Lee caught sight of it first, and looking no further in the list, started at a full run across the campus to deliver the news to his friend. “Fred, it’s there!” he cried, bursting into Parmenter’s room like a whirlwind. “What’s where?” asked Parmenter, gruffly. “Your name--on the bulletin--prize speaking--no right arm--great victory--whoop! Give us your hand!” Lee made a dash for his friend’s right hand, and in another second would have given it a vigorous shake. “Oh, hold! halt! fire! murder! Hang it, man, that’s my cracked shoulder!” exclaimed Parmenter, backing away. “Fred, forgive me! Did I hurt you? No? In the joyful exuberance of my emotion the swelling tide of feeling overran its bounds and came--” “Oh, bother the swelling tide! I’m obliged to you for the news, though. Here, take the other hand; that’s it! I thought I could convince ’em that a man can speak sometimes with his right arm strapped fast to his ribs. You’re sure there’s no mistake about it, Charley?” “Your name is there! I saw it with my own eyes; these eyes that otherwise had wept most bitter tears of vain regret, and poured their--” “Bah! Stop right there! Well, I’m ready to recover now. I’m ready--say, Charley, look here! What about yourself? You took an appointment, too, didn’t you? Your name’s on the list, isn’t it?” Lee stood for a moment without answering, the look of puzzled surprise on his handsome face breaking into one of amusement, and ending in a broad smile. “Well, that’s one on me,” he said finally, as if partly ashamed of his remissness toward himself. “I forgot to look.” “Forgot to look! Why, you saw my name! You couldn’t have helped seeing yours if it had been there.” “Yes, but--but you see I wasn’t looking for mine--I didn’t--” “Well, you are the--Charley Lee, you’re the best fellow in the world--positively the very best!” Parmenter grasped Lee’s hand again, and tears came into his eyes. It was seldom he displayed so much emotion; but his friend’s unselfishness touched him deeply. “Come,” he said, quietly, “let’s go over and see about the name of Charles Lee. It’s high time for some one to take an interest in that.”