The old man took him gently by the shoulders.

Ah, that's what's back of all this, he thought; but what he said was: "My boy, Emerson said, 'Hitch your wagon to a star,' and I will add, never let go, although the rocks in the road may bump you badly.

Why, there's nothing impossible for a young man like you.

You may be rich, if you want to; I expect to see you learned; and the Priesthood which you have is your assurance, through your diligence and faithfulness, to any heights.

Yes, my boy; go ahead--love Mildred Brown all you want to; she's fine, but not a bit finer than you." "Oh, Uncle Zed," Dorian somewhat protested; but, nevertheless, he went home that evening with his heart singing..