thing to justify such an election. He described the part he had taken in the football game, and recited Philip Ward's tribute to him.
"And I'm going to see if I can't make the track team in the spring," he wrote. "I'm a good deal bigger and stronger than I was when you last saw me, Clark."
In this way he sought to answer not only Clark's reproaches, but his own.
Clark had not suggested to him that he should resign the office, but it was a solution which presented itself to Harry's conscience. Yet he could not bring himself to make such renunciation. There was still the thought of that day in June to enchant him, the thought of standing up with the President of the United States,—or some one else almost as distinguished,—the thought of the pleasure it would give his mother—if not Clark!
He believed that Clark, when he was on the spot and saw how well his brother could carry off such an occasion, was bound to be pleased. So, although he had taken very much to heart what Philip Ward had said at the banquet, it
