On the return to Winthrop Will was seated beside his father, and as they drew near the college town Mr. Phelps, who was not to stop, but was at once going home, said: "Well, Will, what of the year? It's done now." "Yes," responded Will simply. "It's not been so bad." "What about the Greek?" "Oh, Splinter's not half-bad either," laughed Will. "I think I'll go down and see him before I come home." "I should. And you're not sorry that you didn't give up to Greek?" "Not a bit." "And you think winning the 'hundred' to-day is worth it all?" "It isn't that. It's the feeling that I haven't given up. Of course I'm glad to get my 'W' and I was mighty sorry not to get my numerals. But this makes up for it. I'm glad I won out for myself and more for the college. I tell you, pop, Winthrop is the best college in the world!" "And you wouldn't like to leave now?" "Leave? Well, I guess not!" "I hear that Peter John is not to come back," said Mr. Phelps soberly. "Why not?" "I can't say. I don't even know that he is not to return. I have heard it, that's all; but I fancy you know more about it than I." Will was silent till the train was near Winthrop. "Well, Will," said his father, breaking in, "I'm to leave you here. Do you want to know what I value most in your year's work?" "What is it?" "That you've learned how to work. When a man learns that, much of the problem of his life is solved. Some men run from hardness, some endure it, and some overcome it." "It hasn't been so hard." Mr. Phelps smiled but all he said was, "Good-bye, Will, we'll look for you soon at home. I think you've made a good investment this year." "In what?" inquired Will in surprise. But his father only smiled and grasped his son's hand for a moment and soon the train pulled out from the little station; but as long as the crowd of students, noisy, boisterous, happy, could be seen as they moved up the street he watched them with shining eyes. Then as he resumed his seat he thoughtfully said to himself, "Yes, Will has learned it. I did not know for a time whether he would or not. But he has and I don't think Splinter, or Mott, or Peter John, or anything, or any one can take it away from him now." And he resumed the reading of his evening paper, while the noisy train sped on bearing him farther and farther from Winthrop, but the Winthrop college boy was nearer to him all the time. THE END BOOKS FOR BOYS THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS SERIES H. IRVING HANCOCK These intensely active young men, known to their thousands of loyal readers as Dick and Co., lead the vanguard in scholarship as well as in athletic activities. A vigorous breezy spirit of outdoor life permeates the entire series. THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMAN THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS VACATION SERIES H. IRVING HANCOCK