"Goodwin scholarship to Harold Burke Reeves, Saginaw, Michigan." West subsided in his seat with a dismal groan.

Joel did not hear it.

It is doubtful if he heard anything until several minutes later, when the pronouncement of his name awoke him from the lethargy into which he had fallen.
"Masters scholarships to Joel March, Marchdale, Maine--" "It's better than nothing, Joel," whispered Outfield.

"It's fifty dollars, you know." But Joel made no reply.

What was a Masters to him who had set his heart on the first prize of all?
Presently, when the lists were over, he stole quietly out unnoticed by his chum, and when West returned to the room he found Joel at the table, head in hands, an open book before him.