“I suppose it's the way of the world!” thought Walter, as his quondam friend left him. “But, thank Heaven, all are not mercenary! I've got a few friends left, anyhow.”
A few rods farther on he met Victor Creswell, perhaps the richest student in the junior class.
“What's this I hear, Walter?” he asked. “Have you lost your money?”
“Some of it, I believe.”
“And you are not coming back to college?”
“I shall stay out a year. Perhaps I can come back then.”
“You needn't leave at all. My governor allows me a hundred dollars a month for my own use—spending money, you know. I'll give you half of it, if that will enable you to pull through.”
Walter was touched.
“You are a friend worth having, Creswell,” he said. “But I really think I shall enjoy being out of college for a year. I shall find out what is in me. But I sha'n't forget your generous offer.”
“Better accept it, Sherwood. I can get along well enough on fifty dollars a month.”