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depressed him on this night of triumph and celebration. Philip Ward had, all unconsciously, shown him how unlike Clark he was, and it was this which stung.
When Harry came into his room that night he found a letter from Clark, postmarked Aden, lying on his desk.
It was the first unsympathetic letter that he had ever had from his brother. This was the part that hurt:—
"What the dickens is all this about your being elected president of the athletic association? It may be all right, but I don't quite see it. I never knew you were especially much of an athlete. It looks to me as if you fellows in the Crown had been playing politics. Have n't you got somebody else's honor away from him?"
