as not going to be his kind of a clergyman
when I stopped to ask myself if I had ever known any other kind, if my
own ideal were not as unattainable as to be another Ivanhoe or Captain
Cook. Mr. Pound rose before me, his feet incased in the loving
handiwork of Miss Spinner. From him my mind shot wide afield to the
Reverend Doctor Bumpus, fresh from the dark continent, thanking our
congregation for the barrel of clothing sent to his eleven children in
far-off Zululand. Thoughts like these were as arrows in the heart of
my noble purpose.

"I haven't absolutely made up my mind," I said suddenly.

But Boller refused to accept such a qualification. He had me firmly by
the arm and brought me face to face with the loungers on the step.

"Gentlemen," he said, "allow me to present to you the Reverend Doctor
David Malcolm!"

And the loungers on the step saluted me as gravely as if I had been
that friend of Mr. Pound's, the Reverend Sylvester Bradley, thrice
moderator of the synod.

It was thus that I became the Reverend David Malcolm, and this was all
the authority I ever had for so honorable a cognomen. So it was that
by the insidious raillery of a moment, Boller shook the foundations
laid by Mr. Pound in five years of labor, and it was not long before
the whole structure of his building tumbled into ruins. My first
violent protest against a nickname which seemed to me to savor of
sacrilege served only to fasten it to me more securely. Resigning
myself to it, I came to regard it lightly, and the longer I bore it in
jest the less I desired to earn it in honor. It was a far cry from Mr.
Pound to Boller of '89, but I doffed the vestment and donned the motley
that September day, for Boller became my mentor and in all things my
model. I was flattered by his condescending treatment. Before a week
had passed my engrossing ambition was to wear trousers as wide as his
and to crown myself with a "smoky city" derby. Having accomplished
this ambition by going into debt, I realized a greater, and pinned to
the lapel of my gayly checked coat, the pearl and diamond-studded pin
of Gamma Theta Epsilon. That, of course, was Boller's fraternity, and
I think he could have persuaded me to join whatever he asked, so wholly
was I captured by his kindness.

In the study of Doctor Todd to which he led me, in the presence of the
great man, he did not venture any airy presentation. Boller of '89
inside of the study door was quite a dif