enough. There are times when silence is golden, and one of those times
is at hand. Brethren, the feast awaits you! Pitch in!"

The speaker took his seat, and then there was a noise of clinking
glasses, and knives and forks came to the front. The banquet had
begun.




CHAPTER III

A COLLEGE BANQUET


There was a rattling of knives and forks, a clink of glasses, and a
buzz of conversation. Doctor Mack was able to hear considerable of it.
There were anecdotes of the professors, accounts of narrow escapes
from "flunking" in the recitation-room, and remarks by no means
complimentary to some of the text-books in use in college. It was
evident that the collegians assembled cared more for a good time than
for study. Yet these seemed to be the chosen associates of his ward,
the doctor reflected.

As the feast proceeded, he grew more sober. He felt that college life,
however much it was doing for the faithful students, was only
fostering self-indulgence in his ward.

"Something must be done!" reflected Doctor Mack. "Desperate diseases
require desperate remedies."