switches to
Princeton. I'm for the last myself, but dad is going to foot the bills,
so I s'pose I'll have to give in to him."

"Of course. Where are you heading for, Andy?"

"Oh, I'm not so sure, either. It's a sort of toss-up between Yale and
Harvard, with a little leaning toward Eli on my part. But I don't have
to decide this week. Come on, let's hoof it a little faster. I believe
I'm getting hungry."

"And yet you would stop to moon at a view!" burst out Frank. "Really,
Andy, I'm surprised at you!"

"Oh, cut it out, you old faker! You know that view from Brad's Hill
can't be beat for miles around."

"That's right!" chorused the others, and there seemed to have come over
them all a more serious manner with the mention of the pending break-up
of their pleasant relations. They had hardly realized it before.

For a few minutes they walked on over the hills in silence. The green
fields, with here and there patches of woodland, stretched out all
around them. Over in the distance nestled a little town, its white
church, with the tall, slender spire, showing plainly.

Behind them, hidden by these same green hills over which they were
tramping this beautiful day in early June, lay another town, now out of
sight in a hollow. It was Warrenville, on the outskirts of which was
located the Milton Preparatory School the five lads attended. They were
in their last year, would soon graduate, and then separate, to go to
various colleges, or other institutions.

School work had ended early this day on account of coming examinations,
and the lads, who had been chums since their entrance at Milton, had
voted to go for a walk, and end up with an early supper at Kelly's, a
more or less celebrated place where the students congregated. This was
at Churchtown, about five miles from Warrenville. The boys were to walk
there and come back in the trolley.

They had spent two years at the Milton school, and had been friends for
years before that, all of them living in the town of Dunmore, in one of
our Middle States. There was much rejoicing among them when they found
that all five who had played baseball and football together in Dunmore,
were to go to the same preparatory school. It meant that the pleasant
relations were not to be severed. But now the shadow of parting had cast
itself upon them, and had tempered their buoyant spirits.

"Yes, boys, it will soon be good-bye to old Milton!" exclaimed Chet,
with a sigh.

"I wonder if we