It was the lawyer's check for two hundred and fifty dollars.
"Accept it," begged the lawyer, in a rather pompous voice.

"Do whatever you please with it." Dick colored.

"Whatever I please with it ?" he asked, a bit unsteadily.
"Yes; certainly, of course," murmured the lawyer.

"I have no doubt whatever that a live?
healthy boy can find something to do with a check like that." Flushing still more deeply, while Fred Ripley looked on, at first enviously, Dick Prescott tore the check into several pieces.
The lawyer stared at him in amazement.
"I appreciate your intention, Mr.Ripley," Dick went on, his voice a bit husky, "and I thank you, sir.

But I can't take any money." "Can't take it ?" repeated the astonished lawyer, while Fred Ripley fairly gasped.
"I can't accept money, sir, for an act of humanity." "Oh! But I think I can convince you, my boy, that you _can_." "I'm equally sure that you can't Mr.Ripley," persisted the freshman, smiling.