Alger Horatio Jr.
Walter Sherwood's Probation
CHAPTER IV
THE DAY AFTER THE FEAST
The same morning, in a comfortably furnished room in Simpson Hall, sat, or rather lounged, Walter Sherwood.
“I feel sleepy this morning, Gates,” he said to his chum. “I can’t fix my mind on this confounded logic.”
“No wonder, Sherwood. You have good reason to be tired after last evening.”
“That’s so! We had a good time, though. I am sorry you couldn’t accept my invitation.”
“I couldn’t afford it, Sherwood. You know we are very differently situated. You are rich, while I am the oldest son of a country minister, with all I can do to get through college. As it is, I shall be in debt.”
“Why not be in debt to me? You never would accept anything from me.”
“Yes, I did. I have let you go to the entire expense of furnishing this room, though I have an equal share in it.”
“Oh, that’s nothing! You pay me in helping me through my lessons when I am behind. If you hadn’t read my Horace to me the other day I should have flunked as sure as can be.”
“It would be better for you to get your own lesson, Walter.”
“Well, I suppose it would,” answered his roommate, yawning. “I wish you could drive this logic into my head. I suppose I am unusually stupid this morning.”
“Suppose we go over it together.”
Fifteen minutes later Walter said complacently: “Thanks, old fellow; you have made it as plain as a pikestaff.”
“And very likely you will get a higher mark at the recitation than I.”
“Well, perhaps so,” laughed Walter. “I suppose it is because I have more cheek than you.”
“You can do better on slight preparation, certainly. You talk like a professor when you are on your feet.”
“You want to be a professor some time, Gates, don’t you?”
“Yes,” answered his chum, his face flushing, “I should be proud to become a professor in old Euclid.”
“It would be awfully slow, I think,” returned Walter, stifling a yawn.
“What then, is your ambition?”
“I want to go out among men. I want to take an active part in the world.”
“You will have to work harder than you do in college, then.”
“I suppose I shall. But I am young, Gates. I am only seventeen.”
“And I am nineteen, and look twenty-one.”
“All the better! The older you look the better, If you are going to be a college instructor. I would have to wait a long time if I wanted to, even if I were a good deal wiser than I am now. I am so young, in short, that I can afford to have a good time.”
“It seems to me that is all you think of, Sherwood.”
“Oh, well, I’ll reform in time and become a sober old duffer like you,” and Walter Sherwood laughed carelessly.
“I hope, at any rate, that you will change your views of life. You know what Longfellow says: ‘Life is real! Life is earnest!’”
“Oh, yes, I know that by heart. But it’s no use, Gates, you can’t make an old man of me before my time. Will it disturb you if I play a tune or two on my violin?”
“Well, to tell the truth, it will. I want to get my Greek lesson, and you had better do the same.”
“No, I will read a novel, and you can read over the Greek to me when you have dug it out.”
“I will if you wish, but I am afraid I am spoiling you by doing your studying for you.”
“Remember, I was out late last night.”
“You have something almost every evening, Walter.”
“Oh, well, I’ll turn over a new leaf next term.”
“Why not begin now?”
“If you knew how stupid I feel you wouldn’t ask.”
Walter stretched himself out on a comfortable lounge, and took up a new novel which he had partially read, while Gates spread the big Greek lexicon on the study-table, and opening his Aristophanes, began slowly and laboriously to translate it into English.
Fifteen minutes passed when a knock was heard at the door.
“Come in!” called out Walter.
He looked up eagerly, hoping the visitor might prove to be one of his jovial comrades of the night before. But he did not look so well pleased when, as the door opened, he caught sight of the pudgy figure and shrewd face of Elijah Daniels, the proprietor of the Euclid Hotel.
“Good morning, Mr. Daniels.” he said, rather apprehensively. “So you have found me out.”
“No, I have found you in,” returned the landlord, with a smile. “I hope I don’t intrude upon, your studies, young gentlemen.”
“Well, I am taking a little rest from my labors,” said Walter.
“You were up rather late last evening, Mr. Sherwood.”
“That’s a fact, and you gave us a first-class supper, Daniels. You did yourself proud.”
“I did my best, Mr. Sherwood, and I am glad you were satisfied.”
“All the fellows praised the supper.”
“That’s good. I know what you young gentlemen like, and I get it, no matter what it costs. I don’t make much on the suppers I give the college boys, but of course I like to please them.”
“Your price is quite reasonable, I think.”
“I am glad you do. I have brought in the bill for last night’s entertainment, and if you can let me have the money, I shall be glad.”
“Well, the fact is, Daniels, I haven’t got the money by me this morning.”
The landlord’s countenance changed.
“I like prompt pay,” he said. “It is a good deal of trouble, and, as I said, there isn’t much money to be made.”
“That’s all right. You won’t have to wait long.”
“How long, Mr. Sherwood?”
“I expect a check for a hundred dollars from my guardian to-day. I wrote three days since, for I knew you wouldn’t like to wait.”
“A hundred dollars!” repeated the landlord, feeling a little easier in mind.
“Yes.”
“Perhaps your guardian may object to sending it.”
“Oh, no! He’s a nice old fellow, Doctor Mack is. He is very indulgent.”
“What name did you mention?
“Doctor Mack. Ezekiel Mack.”
“Indeed! Why, we had a gentleman stopping at the hotel last night of that name.”
“What!” ejaculated Walter, in astonishment. “Do you mean to tell me that Doctor Mack—my guardian—was at the hotel last night? It can’t be. He would have called on me.”
“It may not have been the same man. Now I come to think of it, he didn’t put himself down on the book Doctor Mack. He just put himself down E. Mack. He seemed a plain sort of man.”
“Where did he register from?” asked Walter eagerly.
“From Albany.”
“Is he at the hotel now?”
“He went away by the morning train.”
“Then it couldn’t have been he,” said Walter, in a tone of relief. “He doesn’t live in Albany. Besides, he would have called on me. No, it must have been some other Mack.”
“Perhaps you wouldn’t have liked to have him catch you at a gay supper, Mr. Sherwood?” said the landlord shrewdly.
“Well, no, I’d a little rather receive him in my room, with a book open before me.”
“He might object to pay out money for such doings.”
“He won’t know anything about it. Just leave your bill, Mr. Daniels, and as soon as I get the check I’ll call round and pay it.”
“There’s another bill, too, a livery bill. I brought that along, too.”
“How much is it?” asked Walter anxiously.
“Eighteen dollars.”
“I didn’t think it was as much as that!”
“Bills mount up faster than you young gentlemen think for. I suppose, however, you can afford to pay it?”
“Oh, yes!” said Walter carelessly.
“Your uncle may think it rather steep, eh?”
“I wrote him that I had some extra expenses this time.”
“Then I suppose you can’t do anything for me this morning?”
“No, Daniels; just leave both bills, and I feel quite sure that I can pay you in a day or two. I suppose you can change a check?”
“I’ll manage to.”
The landlord retired, leaving the bills behind him.
“Do you know, Sherwood,” said his chum gravely “I think you are foolishly extravagant.”
“Well, perhaps I am.”
“You are spending three times as much as I am.”
“I’ll do better next term. I wish my guardian would hurry along that check.”
Two days later a letter came for Walter in the familiar handwriting of Doctor Mack. He tore it open hastily, and as he read it he turned pale and sank into a chair.
“What’s the matter?” asked Gates.
“Matter enough!” answered Walter, in a hollow voice. “My money is lost, and I’ve got to leave college!”
CHAPTER V
WALTER TAKES MATTERS PHILOSOPHICALLY
Walter’s announcement, recorded at the close of the preceding chapter, fell like a thunderbolt on his room-mate.
“You have lost your money?” repeated Gates, in a tone of incredulity. “You don’t mean it!”
“Read that letter, Gates,” said Walter, pushing it over to his chum.
The letter was, of course, from Doctor Mack, and ran thus:
“DEAR WALTER: Your letter asking for an extra check for one hundred dollars came to hand three or four days since. I have delayed answering for two reasons. I am satisfied that you are spending more money than is necessary, and, moreover, I have shrunk from communicating to you some unpleasant intelligence. Upon me have devolved the investment and management of your property, and while I have tried to be cautious, there have been losses which I regret. In one case three-fourths of an investment has been lost. Of course, you didn’t know this, or you would have been less free in your expenditures.
“I am not prepared to tell you how you stand. I think it will be prudent for you to leave college at the end of this term, and for a year to seek some employment. During that time I will do what I can to settle matters on a better footing, and perhaps at the end of that time you will be able to return to your studies. You are so young—I think you must be younger than the majority of your classmates—that you can afford to lose the time.
“I send you a check for sixty dollars in place of a hundred. I wish you to have your regular term bills sent to me, and I will forward checks in payment. I will see that you leave Euclid owing no man anything. When you come home for the vacation we can consult as to the future. I hope you will not be much depressed or cast down by the news I send. Your money is not all lost, and I may be able, in the course of twelve months, to recover in a large measure what has been sunk.
“Your affectionate guardian, EZEKIEL MACK.”
“A regular sockdolager, isn’t it, Gates?” said Walter.
“I don’t see that it’s so bad,” answered Gates slowly. “Your money isn’t all lost.”
“But I must leave college.”
“True; but, as your guardian says, you are young, and if you come back at the end of a year you will still be a year younger than I for your standing. Of course, I am sorry to have you go.”
“I am sure of that, Gates.”
“Is the prospect of working for a year so unpleasant to you, Walter?”
“No, I can’t say it is,” said Walter, brightening up, “not if I can choose my employment. I shouldn’t like to go behind the counter in a grocery store, or—”
“Black boots for a living?”
“Well, hardly,” said Walter, laughing.
“Probably your guardian will consult your preferences.”
“I wish I could arrange to travel. I should like to see something of the world.”
“Why not? You might get an agency of some kind. One college vacation—last summer—I traveled about as book agent.”
“How did you like it?”
“Not very much. I met with a good many rebuffs, and was occasionally looked upon with suspicion, as I could see. Still, I made a living, and brought back thirty dollars to start me on my new term.”
“Just what my supper cost the other evening.”
“Yes; I didn’t think it wise to spend the money in the same way.”
“You have cheered me up, Gates. I really believe I shall like to spend a year in some kind of business.”
“Write your guardian to that effect. He may be blaming himself for his agency in your misfortune, and a cheerful letter from you will brighten him up.”
“All right! I will.”
Walter sat down and dashed off the following note:
“DEAR GUARDIAN: Your letter just received. I won’t pretend that I am not sorry for the loss of my money, but I am sure that you acted for the best. Don’t trouble yourself too much about the matter. Perhaps it will all come out right in a year or so. In the meantime I think I shall find it not unpleasant to work for a year if you will let me select the kind of business I am to follow.
“I will make the money you sent me do for the present, and will send you my term bills as you desire. You can depend upon my settling up as cheap as possible, though I confess I have not hitherto been nearly as economical as I might have been. Now that I know it is necessary, you shall have no reason to complain of me.
“Your affectionate ward, WALTER SHERWOOD.”
“What do you think of that, Gates?” asked Walter, giving the letter to his chum to read.
“Excellent! It shows the right spirit.”
“I am glad you think so.”
“Do you know, Walter, I think I have more occasion for regret than you? I must bid farewell to my room-mate and this pleasant room.”
“To your room-mate, yes, but not necessarily to the room.”
“I shall have to furnish it in very different style for the present. I am not sure that I can afford a carpet. The luxury of my present surroundings, I am afraid, will spoil me for humble quarters.”
“Don’t borrow any trouble about that. I shall leave you the furniture as it stands, and when I come back to college, even if we are in different classes, you must take me in again.”
“Of course I will agree to an arrangement so much in my favor, but perhaps your guardian will think you had better sell the furniture and realize what you can.”
“No, I am sure he won’t. There’s nothing mean about Doctor Mack. You can take in any one you please in my place, only I am to come back at the end of a year if things turn out well.”
“I heartily hope you will come back, and if you will excuse my saying so, with a more earnest spirit, and a determination to do justice to your really excellent talents.”
“Good advice! I’ll adopt it. I’ll begin to do better at once. I was intending to take a drive this evening, but it would cost me two dollars, and I will stay at home and save the money.”
“Come with me on a walk, instead.”
“I will.”
“We will go to the top of Mount Legar. At sunset there will be a fine view from there.”
“I must stop on the way and pay Mr. Daniels what I owe him. He will lose a good deal by my going away.”
“True; but his loss will be your gain.”
At the outset of their walk the two students called at the hotel, and found Mr. Daniels on the piazza.
“Glad to see you, Mr. Sherwood,” said the landlord briskly.
“I think you will be, Mr. Daniels, for I have come to pay your bills.”
“Money is always welcome, Mr. Sherwood. You have no idea how much I lose by trusting students. There was Green, of the last graduating class, left college owing me forty-five dollars. He has gone West somewhere, and I never expect to get a cent of my money.”
“You came pretty near losing by me, Daniels.”
“How is that?” queried the landlord, looking surprised.
“I’ve lost a lot of money, or my guardian has for me, and I’ve got to leave college at the end of this term.”
“You don’t say so!” ejaculated Mr. Daniels regretfully.
“It’s all true. My guardian wrote me about it this morning.”
“I suppose you’re a good deal cut up about it, Mr. Sherwood.”
“Well, I was at first, but I may be able to come back after a year or two. I shall go into some business, and meanwhile my guardian will do what he can to recover the money lost. It isn’t so bad, after all.”
“I shall be sorry to have you go, Mr. Sherwood.”
“You will miss my bills, at any rate. I wouldn’t have given that supper the other evening if I had known how things stood. I would have put the thirty dollars to better use.”
“Well, you’ve paid up like a gentleman, anyway. I hope you’ll come back in a year as rich as ever. You wanted a team to-night, James told me.”
“That was before I got my guardian’s letter. I shall walk, instead of taking a carriage-ride.”
“I will let the account stand, if you wish.”
“No. I can’t afford to run up any bills. Good night, Mr. Daniels.”
“You did right, Walter,” said Gates. “It is a bad thing to run up bills.”
“Especially when you are poor. It seems odd to be poor.”
“I am used to it, Walter. You don’t seem very sad over it.”
“I am not. That is what puzzles me. I really begin to think I like it.”
CHAPTER VI
TRUE FRIEND AND FALSE
A college community is for the most part democratic. A poor student with talent is quite as likely to be a favorite as the heir to a fortune, often more so. But there are always some snobs who care more for dollars than sense. So Walter was destined to find out, for he made no secret of his loss of fortune. Most of his college friends sympathized with him, but there was one who proved unreliable.
This was Harvey Warner, the son of a man who had made a fortune during the Civil War, some said as a sutler. Harvey professed to be very aristocratic, and had paid especial attention to Walter, because he, too, had the reputation of being wealthy. He had invited Walter to pass a couple of weeks at the summer residence of the Warners, near Lake George. This, however, was before he had heard of Walter’s loss of fortune. As soon as he learned this, he decided that the invitation must be withdrawn. This would be awkward, as he had been on very intimate terms with our hero, and had been a guest at the banquet.
Not foreseeing the effect of his changed circumstances on the mind of his late friend, Walter, meeting him on the campus the day afterward, called out, familiarly: “How are you, old fellow? Why didn’t you come round to my room last evening?”
“I had another engagement, Sherwood,” answered Warner, stiffly.
“You ought to give me the preference,” said Walter, not observing the other’s change of manner.
“Ahem! a man must judge for himself, you know. By the way, is it true that you have lost all your money?”
“I don’t know how much I have lost, but I am not coming back to college next year.”
“You are in hard luck,” said Warner coldly. “By the way, I think we shall have to give up that plan for the summer.”
“What plan?”
“Why, you know I invited you to visit me at Lake George.”
Walter began to comprehend.
“Why, are you not going to be there?” he asked,
“Yes, but the house will be full of other fellows, don’t you know.”
“So that there will be no room for me,” said Walter calmly, looking Warner full in the face.
“Awfully sorry, and all that sort of thing,” drawled Warner. “Besides, I suppose you will have to go to work.”
“Yes, I expect to go to work—after awhile. Probably I shall take a few weeks for rest. By the way, when did you find out that your home would be full—of other fellows?”
“Got a letter from my sister this morning. Besides—in your changed circumstances, don’t you know, you might find it awkward to be living in a style you couldn’t keep up.”
“Thank you, Warner. You are very considerate. I really didn’t give you credit for so much consideration.”
“Don’t mention it! Of course with your good sense you understand?”
“I think I do.”
“And, by the way, I believe you borrowed two dollars of me last week. If it is inconvenient for you to pay the whole at once, you might hand me a dollar.”
“And I called that fellow my friend!” said Walter to himself.
“You are very considerate again, but I think I would rather pay the whole at once. Can you change a ten?”
Harvey Warner looked surprised. He had jumped to the conclusion that Walter was the next thing to a pauper, and here he was better supplied with money than himself.
“I am not sure that I have as much money here,” he said.
“Then come with me to the drug-store; I am going to buy a bottle of tooth-wash, and will change the bill there.”
Warner accepted this proposal.
“I’d better make sure of my money while he has it,” he reflected.
“I hope you’re not very much disappointed about the visit?” he said.
“Not at all! I should have had to decline. I have been invited to spend a month at the Adirondacks with Frank Clifford.”
“You don’t mean it!” ejaculated Warner enviously.
Clifford was a member of an old family, and an invitation from him was felt to confer distinction. Warner himself would have given a good deal to be on sufficiently intimate terms to receive such a compliment.
“When did he invite you?” he asked suggestively.
Walter saw what was in his mind, and answered, with a smile:
“He invited me this morning.”
“Had he heard—”
“Of my loss of fortune? Oh, yes! But why should that make any difference?”
“I wouldn’t go, if I were you.”
“Why not?”
“You are going to be a poor man.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“You are poor now, at any rate.”
“Well, perhaps so, but am I any the worse for that?”
“I thought you would understand my meaning.”
“I do, but I am glad that all my friends don’t attach the importance you do to the possession of fortune. Good morning!”
“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.”
“I won’t accept it for myself, but I’ll tell you something. My chum, Gates, is very hard pushed. You know he depends wholly on himself, and twenty-five dollars just at this time would be a godsend to him. He is worried about paying his bills. If, now, you would transfer a little at your generosity to him—”
“I don’t know him very well, but if you speak well of him that is enough. I shall be glad to help him. Let me see how much I can spare.”
He drew out a wallet, and from it four ten dollar bills.
“Here are forty dollars,” he said. “Give them to him, but don’t let him know where they came from.”
“Creswell, you’re a trump!” said Walter, shaking his hand vigorously. “You don’t know how happy you will make him.”
“Oh, that’s all right. But I’m sorry you won’t let me do something for you.”
“I will if I need it.”
“Good!” said Creswell, in a tone of satisfaction. “Now, mind, you don’t hesitate.”
Walter, happy in the happiness he was going to confer, made his way quickly to his own room. Gates sat at the table with a troubled brow, writing some figures on a piece of paper.
“What are you about, Gates?” asked his chum.
“I have been thinking.” said Gates wearily, “that perhaps I ought to do what you have decided to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Leave college.
“But why?”
“I am so troubled to pay my bills. I wrote to my uncle last week—he is a well-to-do farmer—asking him if he wouldn’t send me fifteen dollars to help pay my term bills. I promised to come and help him in the farm work during July.”
“What does he say?” asked Walter, smiling, Gates couldn’t understand why.
“That he never pays for work in advance—he doesn’t approve of it.”
“He could afford it?”
“Oh, yes; he’s got a good sum in the savings-bank, but he is a very cautious man. I don’t see how I’m going to get through. Perhaps I had better take a year away from college.”
“There is no need of that. I have some money here for you.”
“Some money for me?”
“Yes,” and Walter placed four ten-dollar bills on the table.
“But, Walter, you are in no position to lend me money.”
“True; the money doesn’t come from me.”
“But who besides you would do me such a great favor?”
“One of the rich fellows in college—no, I can’t tell you his name. You can take it without hesitation.”
“But it must have been to you that he lent it.”
“No, he understands that it is to be given to you. Will it help you?”
“Will it help me? It will carry me through gloriously,” and Gates was radiant with pleasure.
“Are you going to leave college now?”
“No; this help is providential. I will never be distrustful again.”
“I wish Creswell could see how much happiness his gift has brought with it,” thought Walter.
