He would be on guard and always ready for the hidden foe, if such a foe really existed anywhere but in his mother's fancy.
"Ah, Mrs.Whitford! Glad to see you this evening;" and the Rev.Mr.
Brantley Elliott gave the lady a graceful and cordial bow.

"Had the pleasure of meeting your son a few moments ago--a splendid young man, if you will pardon me for saying so.

How much a year has improved him!" Mrs.Whitford bowed her grateful acknowledgment.
"Just been admitted to the bar, I learn," said Mr.Elliott.
"Yes, sir.

He has taken his start in life." "And will make his mark, or I am mistaken.

You have reason to feel proud of him, ma'am." "That she has," spoke out Dr.Hillhouse, who came up at the moment.
"When so many of our young men are content to be idle drones--to let their fathers achieve eminence or move the world by the force of thought and will--it is gratifying to see one of their number taking his place in the ranks and setting his face toward conquest.