All the newspaper accounts of the great celebration at
Stillwater. When Doctor black read them he choked. Never
before had Stillwater College been brought so prominently
before the public, and never before had her president been so
utterly and completely ignored. And what made it worse was
that he recognized that even had he been present he could not
have shown his face. How could he, who had, as every one
connected with the college now knew, out of spite and without
cause, dismissed an old and faithful servant, join in
chanting his praises. He only hoped his patron, Hallowell
senior, might not hear of Gilman's triumph. But Hallowell
senior heard little of anything else. At his office, at his
clubs, on the golf-links, every one he met congratulated him
on the high and peculiar distinction that had come to his pet
college.

"You certainly have the darnedest luck in backing the right
horse," exclaimed a rival pork-packer enviously. "Now if I
pay a hundred thousand for a Velasquez it turns out to be a
bad copy worth thirty dollars, but you pay a professor three
thousand and he brings you in half a million dollars' worth
of free advertising. Why, this Doctor Gilman's doing as much
for your college as Doctor Osler did for Johns Hopkins or as
Walter Camp does for Yale."

Mr. Hallowell received these Congratulations as gracefully as
he was able, and in secret raged at Chancellor Black. Each
day his rage increased. It seemed as though there would never
be an end to Doctor Gilman. The stone he had rejected had
become the corner-stone of Stillwater. Whenever he opened a