ran you close, didn't he? But of
course with that name he'd no show. 'Kay Milton, eighty-eight.' Who'd
have thought slow-going old Kay would have pulled up so well? 'Seddon
Brown, eighty-seven; Oliver Field, eighty-four; Arthur McIntyre,
eighty-two'--a very respectable little trio. And 'Carl McLean,
seventy.' Whew! what a drop! Just saved his distance. It was only his
name took him in, of course. He knew you weren't supposed to be strong
in mathematics."

Before Elliott could say anything, a professor emerged from the
president's private room, bearing the report of a Freshman
examination, which he proceeded to post on the Freshman bulletin
board, and the rush of the students in that direction left Elliott
and Roger free of the crowd. They seized the opportunity to escape.

Elliott drew a long breath as they crossed the campus in the fresh
April sunshine, where the buds were swelling on the fine old chestnuts
and elms that surrounded Marwood's red brick walls.

"That has lifted a great weight off my mind," he said frankly. "A good
deal depended on my winning the Fraser. I couldn't have come back next
year if I hadn't got it. That four hundred will put me through the
rest of my course."

"That's good," said Roger Brooks heartily.

He liked Elliott Campbell, and so did all the Sophomores. Yet none of
them was at all intimate with him. He had no chums, as the other boys
had. He boarded alone, "dug" persistently, and took no part in the
social life of the college. Roger Brooks came nearest to being his
friend of any, yet even Roger knew very little about him. Elliott had
never before said so much about his personal affairs as in the speech
just recorded.

"I'm poor--woefully poor," went on Elliott gaily. His success seemed
to have thawed his reserve for the time being. "I had just enough
money to bring me through the Fresh and Soph years by dint of careful
management. Now I'm stone broke, and the hope of the Fraser was all
that stood between me and the dismal certainty of having to teach next
year, dropping out of my class and coming back in two or three years'
time, a complete, rusty stranger again. Whew! I made faces over the
prospect."

"No wonder," commented Roger. "The class would have been sorry if you
had had to drop out, Campbell. We want to keep all our stars with us
to make a shining coruscation at the finish. Besides, you know we all
like you for yourself. It would have been an everlasting shame if
that