"Indeed!"

"It is given by one of the sophomores, Walter Sherwood."

"What name did you mention?" asked Doctor Mack, startled.

"Walter Sherwood. Do you know him?"

"I know a family by the name of Sherwood," answered Doctor Mack,
evasively. "What sort of a young man is he?"

"I don't call him a young man. He is only seventeen or eighteen--one
of the youngest members of the class. He is very popular among his
mates--a regular jolly boy he is."

"Does he stand well in his scholarship?"

The young man laughed.

"I don't think he troubles himself much about studies," he replied,
"from all I hear; but he is pretty smart, learns easily, and manages
to keep up respectably."

Doctor Mack's heart sank within him. Was this the best that could be
said about his ward, the son of his old friend?

"Do you think he is dissipated?" he asked, uneasily.

"Not that I ever heard. He is fond of having a good time, and drinks