once a college professor; but his health broke down and he gave it up and went to farming, for he had been brought up on a farm."
"This is wonderful, my lad. I liked Caspar Potts very much, and I often wondered what became of him. He was a very learned man, but decidedly peculiar in some of his ways."
"He is peculiar yet. Some folks think he is a bit out of his head, but I never would believe it."
"What a change for such a man! Does he seem to like farming?"
"Yes, sir. He says he is tired of the bustling outside world."
"I will come and see him to-morrow morning. If he is the same Caspar Potts who used to teach me I'll certainly do all I can for him, and I know certain other members of our old class will do the same. Pop Potts we called him, and we can't afford to let him drop out of sight and be forgotten."
