speed because of lack of practice, he went prepared to take the lecture in full. Ordinarily this was his custom; it increased his vocabulary, and hence his facility to report all kinds of speakers. The Doctor was a rapid talker, and Scott was busy enough during the whole hour.

At the close of the lecture the two young men went forward and introduced themselves. They had both heard him before at college. Scott was beside himself with pride to find that the great man remembered him and was able to call him by name.

"I saw you taking the lecture, Mr. Scott. Did you get it all?"

"Every word of it, Doctor, though you went like an express-train at times."

"How soon could you make me a transcript of it?"

"I could do it immediately, if I had my typewriter here."

"For certain reasons I should like to have it as soon as possible. You young men will not be able to reach home to-night anyway; come to my hotel, and be my guests, while Scott does this work for me."

"Let me make a suggestion," said Pierson, speaking for the first time. "We are expected home to-night; we drove over in a buggy. If they do not hear the wheels drive up the roadway, they will worry about us. I will drive home alone in order that the folks may not be alarmed, and Scott can go with you and do your work."

After some debate, it was decided to do as Pierson had suggested.

Dr. Blake and Scott went immediately to the former's hotel, where they settled down to business. Dr. Blake apologized: "Scott, I do not like to keep you up late to-night, but it is my desire to send that lecture away as I delivered it, and not as it was prepared. A large part of it came as an inspiration while on my feet. I will send to the office for a machine, if it will not be too hard on you."

"I can do it in short order, Doctor; my notes are still warm. As for sleep, I would not have been in bed for a couple of hours if I had returned with Pierson."

The machine arrived, and Scott went to work. It was one of the best night's work he ever performed, as the sequel proved.

Dr. Blake took the transcript, and began to read it. The further he went the more interested he seemed. At length, turning to Scott, he said: "Remarkable! There is not a single important error in this whole paper."

After the Doctor had prepared the manuscript for mailing, he entered into a conversation with his companion, during which he gradually drew the young man out. He had heard of his conversion and the unusual record he had made at college, and was already interested in him; for, quite unknown to Scott, his college story was widely commented on among families interested in Darnforth. He was a hero all unconscious of

his heroism, little dreaming that mothers, in bidding hopeful sons farewell for their college course, would say, "I hope you will be as good and manly as that Mr. Scott!" During the course of this conversation it came out most naturally that Scott had been ordered abroad by his physician, and that he had refused to permit his old father and his hard-working brother to send him.

"If I could find some rich young fellow to tutor through Europe, I would go in a minute, for thus I could pay my own way; but I will not take money from father longer than I can help it. He is not rich, and he may be compelled to cease his labors any day." The conversation gradually drifted into other channels, and finally they sought their respective rooms. Scott refused to take remuneration for his evening's work, on the ground that he had taken the lecture for his own purpose, and that the transcript was such a small matter that the pleasure of being with the Doctor and partaking of his hospitality was more than compensation.

Scott's short vacation was a thing of the past, and he was at home again, much refreshed as a result of his sojourn in the country; and yet he was far from his normal condition. He had enjoyed the best of health since his freshman year at college, and the thought of entering the special service of the Lord broken in body was not inspiring.

One morning he came into the breakfast-room,