He hired doctors, and loaded the little fellow with comforts and luxuries."
"It must have cost him something," remarked Ralph.
"What did Clark care for that? His father was rich and gave him all the money he wanted. He had an account at a bank, and was heir to two aunts who doated on him and who were fabulously rich. I never saw a fellow take to heart the misfortunes of a poor little stranger as Clark did. The incident seemed to have changed his whole life. He sobered down wonderfully. He blamed himself for the whole thing, and took the whole responsibilities upon himself. Nearly all the time he was with Ernest, trying to cheer him up, hoping to find some way to make him well and strong and happy again."
"A royal good fellow, in fact, just as you said—I see that."
"Yes, sir," declared Fred staunchly. "Well, to continue: Clark's father and family were going to Europe. They had arranged for young Clark to go with them, but he wouldn't. Then there was a family council. Clark had not made much progress at school. He was fine at football, but no good at arithmetic. In fact, he was a disappointment to his father as a student. The old man, the academy professor, and the family lawyer, held a
