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“Why, Stone couldn’t have taken the Fraser over you in any case, if you made over seventy,” said Roger with a puzzled look. “You must have known that. McLean was the only competitor you had to fear.”

“I don’t understand you,” said Elliott blankly.

“You must know the conditions of the Fraser!” exclaimed Roger.

“Certainly,” responded Elliott. “‘The Fraser scholarship, amounting to four hundred dollars, will be offered annually in the Sophomore class. The competitors will be expected to take a special examination in mathematics, and the winner will be awarded two hundred dollars for two years, payable in four annual instalments, the payment of any instalment to be conditional on the winner’s attending the required classes for undergraduates and making satisfactory progress therein.’ Isn’t that correct?”

“So far as it goes, old man. You forget the most important part of all. ‘Preference is to be given to competitors of the name Fraser, Campbell or McLean, provided that such competitor makes at least seventy per cent in his examination.’ You don’t mean to tell me that you didn’t know that!”

“Are you joking?” demanded Elliott with a pale face.

“Not a joke. Why, man, it’s in the calendar.”

“I didn’t know it,” said Elliott slowly. “I read the calendar announcement only once, and I certainly didn’t notice that condition.”

“Well, that’s curious. But how on earth did you escape hearing it talked about? It’s always discussed extensively among the boys, especially when there are two competitors of the favoured names, which doesn’t often happen.”

“I’m not a very sociable fellow,” said Elliott with a faint smile. “You know they call me ‘the hermit.’ As it happened, I never talked the matter over with anyone or heard it referred to. I–I wish I had known this before.”

“Why, what difference does it make? It’s all right, anyway. But it is odd to think that if your name hadn’t been Campbell, the Fraser would have gone to McLean over the heads of Stone and all the rest. Their only hope was that you would both fall below seventy. It’s an absurd condition, but there it is in old Professor Fraser’s will. He was rich and had no family. So he left a number of bequests to the college on ordinary conditions. I suppose he thought he might humour his whim in one. His widow is a dear old soul, and always makes a special pet of the boy who wins the Fraser. Well, here’s my street. So long, Campbell.”

Elliott responded almost curtly and walked onward to his boarding-house with a face from which all the light had gone. When he reached his room he took down the Marwood calendar and whirled over the leaves until he came to the announcement of bursaries and scholarships. The Fraser announcement, as far as he had read it, ended at the foot of the page. He turned the leaf and, sure enough, at the top of the next page, in a paragraph by itself, was the condition: “Preference shall be given to candidates of the name Fraser, Campbell or McLean, provided that said competitor makes at least seventy per cent in his examination.”

Elliott flung himself into a chair by his table and bowed his head on his hands. He had no right to the Fraser Scholarship. His name was not Campbell, although perhaps nobody in the world knew it save himself, and he remembered it only by an effort of memory.

He had been born in a rough mining camp in British Columbia, and when he was a month old his father, John Hanselpakker, had been killed in a mine explosion, leaving his wife and child quite penniless and almost friendless. One of the miners, an honest, kindly Scotchman named Alexander Campbell, had befriended Mrs. Hanselpakker and her little son in many ways, and two years later she had married him. They returned to their native province of Nova Scotia and settled in a small country village. Here Elliott had grown up, bearing the name of the man who was a kind and loving father to him, and whom he loved as a father. His mother had died when he was ten years old and his stepfather when he was fifteen. On his deathbed he asked Elliott to retain his name.