ts,
your honest accounts, with the tradesmen here and then pack up your
things."

"O father, you don't mean------"

"Pack up your things. We leave for Milton in the morning."

Walter took out of a drawer the bills which had accumulated there and
without a word handed them over to his father. Paul summed up and found
a total of $81.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, except my tuition for this last half."

"How much is that?"

"Forty dollars."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"I'll settle this all up. You can begin packing while I am out."

Paul took the bills and went out abruptly, not concealing from Walter,
what was very apparent, that he was tremendously angry.

He went to the various tradesmen and settled the accounts, went to the
boarding place and paid the arrears and after some difficulty on account
of the holiday, finally succeeded in settling the tuition at the school
office.

He then asked the way to the president's house, and on presenting
himself at the door was invited to go into the reception room and wait
for a few moments.

The president was having a call from some old classmates who had come
down to Burrton to see the race. When they went out, the president
accompanied them to the door. Paul could not avoid hearing one of the
visitors say, "I put up my last dollar on Burrton. May have to borrow to
get out of town."

"Don't borrow of me," said the president, laughing. "I've never been
able to get back what you owed me at Cambridge."

There was some jesting reply in the familiar language of old college
chums and the visitors went out.

The president came into the reception room and greeted Douglas heartily.
He had heard of him, had read some of his stories and was glad he had a
son at Burrton.

"It's my son I came to see you about, President Davis," said Paul
quietly, when he had returned the president's hearty greeting. "I am
going to take him out of the school and I thought it was only fair to
you that I tell you frankly why."

"Going to take him out! I'm sorry to hear it."

"But the atmosphere of Burrton does not seem to agree with my son." Paul
frankly told the president the incident of Walter's bet and the
consequences, without any care to hide the facts of his own intense
convictions on the matter of betting which he mentioned several times as
"gambling."

President Davis listened gravely and before Paul was through, his face
had reddened deeply more than once. Paul spoke very bluntly and