y showy city drawing rooms.

"And how are all your children, Mr. Canfield?" asked Jefferson.

"Maria is married to a worthy young man in the next town. Benjamin is
employed in a book store, and Austin wants to go to college, but I don't
see any way to send him, poor boy!" and the minister sighed softly.

"Does it cost much to keep a boy in college?"

"Not so much as might be supposed. There are beneficiary funds for
deserving students, and then there is teaching to eke out a poor young
man's income, so that I don't think it would cost over a hundred and
fifty dollars a year."

"That isn't a large sum."

"Not in itelf, but you know, Jefferson, my salary is only four hundred
dollars a year. It would take nearly half my income, so I think Austin
will have to give up his hopes of going to college and follow in his
brother's steps."

"How old is Austin now?"

"He is eighteen."

"Is he ready for college?"

"Yes, he could enter at the next commencement but for the financial
problem."

"I never had any taste for college, or study, as you know, Mr. Canfield.
It is different with my friend Rodney, who is a Latin and Greek
scholar."

The minister regarded Rodney with new interest.

"Do you think of going to college, Mr. Ropes?" he asked.

"Not at present. I am going back to Montana with Mr. Pettigrew. Perhaps
he and I will both go to college next year."

"Excuse me," said Jefferson Pettigrew. "Latin and Greek ain't in my
line. I should make a good deal better miner than minister."

"It is not desirable that all should become ministers or go to college,"
said Mr. Canfield. "I suspect from what I know of you, Jefferson, that
you judge yourself correctly. How long shall you stay in Burton?"

"I expect to go away tomorrow."

"Your visit is a brief one."

"Yes, I intended to stay longer, but I begin to be homesick after the
West."

"Do you expect to make your permanent home there?"

"I can't tell as to that. For the present I can do better there than
here."

The conversation lasted for some time. Then Jefferson Pettigrew rose to
go.

"Won't you call again, Jefferson?" asked the minister hospitably.

"I shall not have time, but before I go I want to make you a small
present," and he put into the hands of the astonished minister four fifty
dollar bills.

"Two hundred dollars!" ejaculated the minister. "Why, I heard you only
brought home a few hundred."

"I prefer to leave that impression. To you I will