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had a gentleman stopping at the hotel last night of
that name."
"What!" ejaculated Walter, in astonishment. "Do you mean to tell me
that Doctor Mack--my guardian--was at the hotel last night? It can't be.
He would have called on me."
"It may not have been the same man. Now I come to think of it, he
didn't put himself down on the book Doctor Mack. He just put himself
down E. Mack. He seemed a plain sort of man."
"Where did he register from?" asked Walter eagerly.
"From Albany."
"Is he at the hotel now?"
"He went away by the morning train."
"Then it couldn't have been he," said Walter, in a tone of relief. "He
doesn't live in Albany. Besides, he would have called on me. No, it
must have been some other Mack."
"Perhaps you wouldn't have liked to have him catch you at a gay supper,
Mr. Sherwood?" said the landlord shrewdly.
"Well, no, I'd a little rather receive him in my room, with a book open
before me."
"He might object to pay out money for such doings."
"He won't know anything about it. Just leave your bill, Mr. Daniels,
and as soon as I get the check I'll call round and pay it."
"There's another bill, too, a livery bill. I brought that along, too."

"How much is it?" asked Walter anxiously.
"Eighteen dollars."
"I didn't think it was as much as that!"
"Bills mount up faster than you young gentlemen think for. I suppose,
however, you can afford to pay it?"
"Oh, yes!" said Walter carelessly.
"Your uncle may think it rather steep, eh?"
"I wrote him that I had some extra expenses this time."
"Then I suppose you can't do anything for me this morning?"
"No, Daniels; just leave both bills, and I feel quite sure that I can pay
you in a day or two. I suppose you can change a check?"
"I'll manage to."
The landlord retired, leaving the bills behind him.
"Do you know, Sherwood," said his chum gravely "I think you are
foolishly extravagant."
"Well, perhaps I am."
"You are spending three times as much as I am."
"I'll do better next term. I wish my guardian would hurry along that
check."
Two days later a letter came for Walter in the familiar handwriting of
Doctor Mack. He tore it open hastily, and as he read it he turned pale
and sank into a chair.
"What's the matter?" asked Gates.

"Matter enough!" answered Walter, in a hollow voice. "My money is
lost, and I've got to leave college!"
CHAPTER V
WALTER TAKES MATTERS PHILOSOPHICALLY
Walter's announcement, recorded at the close of the preceding chapter,
fell like a thunderbolt on his room-mate.
"You have lost your money?" repeated Gates, in a tone of incredulity.
"You don't mean it!"
"Read that letter, Gates," said Walter, pushing it over to his chum.
The letter was, of course, from Doctor Mack, and ran thus:
"DEAR WALTER: Your letter asking for an extra check for one
hundred dollars came to hand three or four days since. I have delayed
answering for two reasons. I am satisfied that you are spending more
money than is necessary, and, moreover, I have shrunk from
communicating to you some unpleasant intelligence. Upon me have
devolved the investment and management of your property, and while I
have tried to be cautious, there have been losses which I regret. In one
case three-fourths of an investment has been lost. Of course, you didn't
know this, or you would have been less free in your expenditures.
"I am not prepared to tell you how you stand. I think it will be prudent
for you to leave college at the end of this term, and for a year to seek
some employment. During that time I will do what I can to settle
matters on a better footing, and perhaps at the end of that time you will
be able to return to your studies. You are so young--I think you must be
younger than the majority of your classmates--that you can afford to
lose the time.
"I send you a check for sixty dollars in place of a hundred. I wish you
to have your regular term bills sent to me, and I will forward checks in
payment. I will see that you leave Euclid owing no man anything.

When you come home for the vacation we can consult as to the future. I
hope you will not be much depressed or cast down by the news I send.
Your money is not all lost, and I may be able, in the course of twelve
months, to recover in a large measure what has been sunk.
"Your affectionate guardian, EZEKIEL MACK."
"A regular sockdolager, isn't it, Gates?" said Walter.
"I don't see that