A new president of the institution was installed; he talked to the trustees; they met, and elected to become modern and practical and technical; they abolished the course in fine arts, which abolished Fisbee's connection with them, and they then employed his money to erect a building for the mechanical engineering department.

Fisbee was left with nothing.

His wife and her kinsfolk exhibited no brilliancy in holding a totally irresponsible man down to responsibilities, and they made a tragedy of a not surprising fiasco.

Mrs.Fisbee had lived in her ambitions, and she died of heartbreak over the discovery of what manner of man she had married.

But, before she died, she wisely provided for her daughter.
Fisbee told Parker the story after his own queer fashion.
"You see, Mr.Parker," he said, as they sat together in the dust and litter of the "Herald" office, on Sunday afternoon, "you see, I admit that my sister-in-law has always withheld her approbation from me, and possibly her disapproval is well founded--I shall say probably.