[CHAPTER XXII. FATHER AND SON]
GOOD FOR EVIL.
[CHAPTER I.]
THE LAW STUDENTS.
THE day was sultry; the air, portending a shower. Groups of young men were loitering about the steps of the different collegiate halls; some glancing up to the sky; others gazing wishfully in the direction of the river, where even at this distance a number of boats could be distinguished, safely moored ready for the race of the morrow.
"Look at that cloud," murmured a young man about to graduate from the law school. "We shall hear the thunder soon; or I'm mistaken. But if you say so, Paul, we'll go as far as the great elm."
"Aye! aye! Wallingford. I shall feel better for the walk. If we are caught in the rain, the wetting, on a day like this, will do us no harm."
"There they go," exclaimed a youth, whom his companions called Cicero, on account of his frequent quotations from that renowned orator. "They're walking off together as usual. It would be a treat to see Wallingford by himself for once."
"They're too Davidiac and Jonathanic for that," laughed another. "They are both fine fellows; but I confess Wallingford is more to my taste than Dudley; and I prophesy he'll make a greater mark in the world."
In the mean time the two friends sauntered slowly on through the college grounds, keeping a careful survey of the advancing cloud, until at length they reached the Post office where Dudley secured a couple of letters.