ndy, let his glass be filled.
Rising, he gave the pledge and drank.

Andy felt a tug at his heart strings. He was not a crank, nor a stickler
for forms or reforms, yet he had made up his mind never to touch
intoxicants. And it gave him a shock to find his roommate taking the
stuff.

"Well, he's his own master," thought Andy. "It's up to him!"

And then, amid that gay scene--not at all riotous--there came to Andy
the memory of a half-forgotten lesson.

"Am I my brother's keeper?"

Andy wanted to close his mind to it, but that one question seemed to
repeat itself over and over again to him.

"Have some beer?"

The voice of a waiter was whispering to him.

"No--not to-night," said Andy, softly. And what a relief he felt. No one
seemed to notice him, nor was his refusal looked upon as strange. Then
he noticed with a light heart that only a few of the lads, and the older
ones at that, were taking the beverage. Andy noticed, too, with more
relief, that Dunk only took one glass.

The meal went on merrily, and then Andy and Dunk, refusing many
invitations to come to the rooms of friends, or downtown to a show, went
to their own room.

"Let's get it in shape," proposed Dunk.

"Sure," agreed Andy, and they set to work.

Each one had brought from home certain trophies--mementoes of school
life--and these soon adorned the walls. Then there were banners and
pennants, sofa cushions--the gift of certain girls--and photographs
galore.

"Well, I call this some nifty little joint!" exclaimed Dunk, stepping
back to admire the effect of the photograph of a pretty girl he had
fastened on the wall.

"It sure is," agreed Andy, who was himself putting up a picture.

"I say, who's that?" asked Dunk, indicating it. "She's some little
looker, if you don't mind me saying so."

"My sister."

"Congrats! I'd like to meet her."

"Maybe--some day."

"Who's this--surely not your sister?" asked Dunk, indicating another
picture. "I seem to know her."

"She's a vaudeville actress, Miss Fuller."

"Oh, ho! So that's the way the wind blows, is it? Say, you are going
some, Andy."

"Nothing doing! I happened to save her from a fire----"

"Save her from a fire! Worse and more of it. I must tell this to the
boys!"

"Oh, it wasn't anything," and Andy explained. "She sent me a mackinaw in
place of my burned coat, and her picture was in the pocket. I kept it."

"I should think you would. She's a peach, and clever, too, I understand