The St. Johns herald., 1896-08-22
CHAPTER IT.

Two years later the same pair stood in the same place at the same season of the year Term was over-the third term of the first year at Cambridge
 ''I haven't pleased your father" said the young man. He was slight and boy ish looking still, but on his face there was a new stamp-he had eaten of the tree of knowledge. 'I have won no scholarships and taken no prizes. My grand ideas about university laurels are changed You see, Nell, have discov- cred that unless one goes into the church good degree helps nobody. And of course 1t ruins man ill other ways to put ill all the time working for a de gree.
 "You know" said Nell, "we don't think so here"
 ''I know. Then, you see, I had to make the acquaintance of the men and to show them that was a person of of some importance. A man who can play and sing is always useful. We are an extremely social college, and the the friction of mind with mind, you know-it is the best education possible for man-I'm sure it is-much better than boring over Plato. Then found so many things ill which I was defi- cient. French fiction, for example, and I knew so very little about art Oh, I have passed most busy and useful time.
 He forgot to mention such little things as nap, ecarte, loo, billiards, Paris and London as forming part of his educa- tion. Yet everybody will own that these are important elements in the forming of man.
 'I see," said Nell
 "But your father won't. He is all for the senate house. You do take little interest ill me still, Nell, just little interest-in an old friend?"
 "Of course 1 do, Will" She blushed and dropped her eyes. Their fingers touched, but only for moment. The touching of fingers is very innocent Perhaps it was accidental.
 Nell, '" said the young man, with deep feeling and earnestness, "whatever I do-to whatever height I rise, I shall always feel'- here he stopped because he could hardly say that she had stimu- lated him or inspired him. always feel, Nell, that it began here-it began here" He looked about the garden. "On this spot I first resolved to become a great man. It was on the very day when your father told me that I might be great if choose. Of course knew so much before, but it pleased me; it stim- ulated me. told you here, on this spot, and you approved and cheered me on. We'll, don't, of course, tell any of the men about my ambitions. Mostly, l suppose, they have got their own. Some of them, know, don't soar above a country living-I laugh in my sleeve, Nell, when listen to their confessions "a country Iiving-a house and gar den and church. That is a noble am- bition truly! I laugh, Nell, when 1 think of what I could tell them, the rapid upward climb, the dizzy height, the grasp of power and of authorityP'
 He spoke very grandly and waved his hand and threw his head back and look ed every inch leader-one round whom the soldiers of holy cause would rally. The girls eyes frightened, and her cheek glowed, even though she remembered what at that moment she would rather have forgotten-the words of her father at breakfast. "Challice has done noth- ing" he said "He has attempted noth- ing. Now he will never do anything. It is just as I expected. A dreamer! A dreamer!'
 Tt was here," Will continued, "that resolved on greatness. It was on this spot that imparted my ambition to you. Nell, on this spot again impart to you my choice. Twill become great states man. have money to start me-mOst fellows have to spend the best part of their lives in getting money enough to give them start. I shall be the leader of the house. Mind, to any one but you this ambition would seem presumptu- ous. It is my secret which l trust with you, Nell" He caught her hands, drew her gently and kissed her on the fore head. Dear Nell," he said, "long be- fore my ambition is realized you will be by my side, encouraging and advising and consoling"
 He spoke as a young man should and tenderly, as a lover should, but there was something not right-a secret thorn something jared. In the brave words, in the tender tones, there was touch, tone, a look out of harmony. Will Challice could not tell his mistress that all day long there was voice within him crying: 'Work. work! Get up and work! All this is folly! Work! Nothing can be done without work work-workl"
 (To BE CoNTINUED.)