in two weeks. He is spending more than three times as much as I did
when in college. Forty years have made a difference, no doubt, but not
so great a difference as that. I hope the boy isn't falling into
extravagant habits. I care for that more than for the money. His
father left a good fortune, of which fact he is unfortunately aware,
but I don't mean that it shall spoil him. Now, what shall I do. Shall
I send him the check or not?"

Doctor Mack leaned back in his chair, and thought busily. He felt
anxious about his ward, who had entered college early and was now only
seventeen. Walter Sherwood was a boy of excellent talent and popular
manners, but he was inclined to be self-indulgent and had a large
capacity for "enjoyment." His guardian had fondly hoped that he would
lead the class in scholarship, but instead of this he was only doing
"fairly well" in his studies. To be sure, he excelled in athletic
sports, but, as Doctor Mack reflected, this was not generally
considered the chief aim in a college course, except by some of the
students themselves.

"I wish I knew just how Walter is making out," thought the doctor.
Then, after a pause, he resumed, with a sudden inspiration: "Why
shouldn't I know? I'll go over to Euclid to-morrow with out giving
Walter any intimation of my visit, and see for myself."

It may be stated here that Walter Sherwood was a member of the
sophomore class in Euclid College, situated in the town of the same
name. If the reader does not find Euclid in a list of American
colleges, it is because for special reasons I have thought it best to
conceal the real name of the college, not wishing to bring the
Institution into possible disrepute. There are some who might misjudge