Edward walked back to Nellie's home leaving his friend wondering what in the world was to happen next. In the evening when Edward came back he hardly dared to look his friend in the face. He felt guilty in compelling Ben to stay in Chicago, and felt that if misfortune was to result, he would be responsible; but to his surprise his friend seemed perfectly pleased and said that if things did not go well in Chicago it would always be time to go further West.
The next day when the two friends were coming out of the dining room, a letter was handed to them addressed:
"Benjamin Oresky, Esq., 1620 Twenty-third Street, City."
Benjamin tore the envelope open and read:
"I am in need of a secretary, and I would like a young man who could do my work and study medicine. If you are willing to accept such a position, and feel inclined to the study of medicine; call at my office at eleven o'clock A. M to-day. Yours, Dr. P. J. McNaughton, Professor Chemistry. No. — — Street."
"What is it?" asked Edward when he saw Benjamin turn pale.
"My God, Edward, just what I have always been wishing for! A chance to study medicine is offered me. That Miss King must be an angel."
At the proper time the Russian called on the author of the letter, and was told what would be expected of him. The doctor was a professor in a medical college, and he wanted some one to attend to his correspondence, help prepare his lectures, etc., and would pay for the course of lectures to be attended by his secretary as well as pay him a sum of money every month.
Everything was satisfactory, and all the arrangements were made. During their talk the doctor stated that his friend, Miss King, had strongly recommended him, and for that reason he was given the preference over many other applicants.
That day, when the two friends met the Russian was happier than Edward had ever seen him. To study medicine had always been his greatest ambition, and all at once his wish was to be gratified.