to work through the State University because you thought good citizenship demanded it, they all came over to you at once. Have you any plan—got any idea as to what you'd like to be?"
"I'm going to study law."
"Will you come into my office when you're ready?"
"Yes, sir. I intended to ask you to take me in." He reached for his coat. Mr. Banning's voice halted him.
"George, how did you come to change your mind about college?"
"You changed it for me."
"I? I thought I had failed in that."
"I guess everybody failed for a while. But when you told me why you were going to New York this summer, I began to see things straight. If all the education you had would not make you the kind of American you want to be, then a high school course would not make me the kind I want to be."
A spark, a flame, leaped to Mr. Banning's eyes. Some day, in the future, the boy would come to understand it. He would know it for the joy of the dreamer who had made another see the dream—the rapture of the apostle who had led a human soul to the light.
The end
