has forgotten that he was young himself once."

Dumont's father and mother charged against Ann Arbor that which they
might have charged against their own alternations of tyranny and
license, had they not been humanly lenient in self-excuse. "No more
college!" said his father.

"The place for you, young man, is my office, where I can keep an eye or
two on you."

"That suits me," replied the son, indifferently--he made small pretense
of repentance at home.

"I never wanted to go to college."

"Yes, it was your mother's doing," said old Dumont. "Now we'll try MY
way of educating a boy."

So Jack entered the service of his father's god-of-the-six-days, and
immediately showed astonishing talent and twelve-to-fourteen-hour
assiduity. He did not try to talk with Pauline. He went nowhere but
to business; he avoided the young men.

"It's a bad idea to let your home town know too much about you," he
reflected, and he resolved that his future gambols out of bounds should
be in the security of distant and large cities--and they were. Seven
months after he went to work he amazed and delighted his father by
informing him that he had bought five hundred shares of stock in the
mills--he had made the money, fifty-odd thousand dollars, by a
speculation in wool. He was completely reestablished with his father
and with all Saint X except Colonel Gardiner.

"That young Jack Dumont's a wonder," said everybody. "He'll make the
biggest kind of a fortune or the biggest kind of a smash before he gets
through."

He felt that he was fully entitled to the rights of the regenerate; he
went to Colonel Gardiner's law office boldly to claim them.

At sight of him the colonel's face hardened into an expression as near
to hate as its habit of kindliness would concede. "Well, sir!" said
he, sharply, eying the young man over the tops of his glasses.

Dumont stiffened his strong, rather stocky figure and said, his face a
study of youthful frankness: "You know what I've come for, sir. I
want you to give me a trial."

"No!" Colonel Gardiner shut his lips firmly.

"Good morning, sir!" And he was writing again.

"You are very hard," said Dumont, bitterly.

"You are driving me to ruin."

"How DARE you!" The old man rose and went up to him, eyes blazing
scorn. "You deceive others, but not me with my daughter's welfare as
my first duty. It is an insult to her that you presume to lift your
eyes to her."

Dumont colored and haught