ow me that I
was wrong. This friend went in a fast set and one day I spoke to him
about it. I said he was throwing away his talents.

"Well, he was touchy--he'd been out late the night before--and he
resented what I said. We had a quarrel--our first one--and he went out
saying he never wanted to see me again. I had a chance to make up with
him later, but I was too proud. So was he, I guess. Anyhow, when I put
my pride in my pocket and went after him, a little later, it was too
late."

"Too late--how?" asked Andy, for Ikey had come to a stop and there was a
break in his voice.

"He went out in an auto with his fast crowd; there was an upset, and my
friend was killed."

Andy turned sharply. There were tears in the other's eyes, and his face
was twitching.

"I--I always felt," said Ikey, softly, "that perhaps if I hadn't been so
proud and hard that--maybe--maybe he'd be alive to-day."

There was silence in the room, broken only by the monotonous ticking of
the clock.

"Thanks," said Andy, softly, after a pause. "I--I guess I understand
what you mean, Stein." He held out his hand, which was warmly clasped.

"Then you will go for a walk--maybe?" asked Ikey, eagerly.

"I--I think I will," spoke Andy, softly. "I don't understand it; but
I'll go."

"You--you'll find him there," went on Ikey. "I sent him out to--meet
you!"

And before Andy could say anything more the peacemaker had left the
apartment.

For several minutes Andy stood still. He looked about the room--a room
suggestive in many ways of the presence and character of Dunk. There was
even on the mantel a fragment of the Japanese vase he had broken that
time.

"I'll go to him," spoke Andy, softly.

He went out on the campus, not heeding many calls from friends to join
them. When they noted his manner they, wisely, did not press the matter.
Perhaps they guessed. Andy walked out Whitney Avenue to East Rock Road
and turned into the park.

"I wonder where I'll find him?" he mused, as he gazed around.

"Queer that Ikey should put up a game like this."

Walking on a little way, Andy saw a solitary figure under a tree. He
knew who it was. The other saw him coming, but did not stir.

Presently they were within speaking distance. Andy paused a moment and
then, holding out his hand, said softly:

"Dunk!"

The figure looked up, and a little smile crept over the moody face.

"Andy!" cried Dunk, stepping forward.

The next moment their hands had met in