I heard from home regularly; father, however, was my only correspondent.

He stipulated that I should write him every other Saturday, if not more than a line; but I did more than that at first, writing up the events of the fortnight, interspersing my opinions of the actors engaged therein, and dwindling by degrees down to the mere acknowledgment of his letter.

He read without comment, but now and then he asked me questions which puzzled me to answer.
"Do you like Mr.Morgeson ?" he asked once.
"He is very attentive," I wrote back.

"But so is Cousin Alice,--she is fond of me." "You do not like Morgeson ?" again.
"Are there no agreeable young men," he asked another time, "with Dr.
Price ?" "Only boys," I wrote--"cubs of my own age." Among the first letters I received was one with the news of the death of my grandfather, John Morgeson.

He had left ten thousand dollars for Arthur, the sum to be withdrawn from the house of Locke Morgeson & Co., and invested elsewhere, for the interest to accumulate, and be added to the principal, till he should be of age.