But Doctor Gilman's five completely knocked out the required average of fifty, and young Peter was "found" and could not graduate.

It was an awful business! The only son of the only Hallowell refused a degree in his father's own private college--the son of the man who had built the Hallowell Memorial, the new Laboratory, the Anna Hallowell Chapel, the Hallowell Dormitory, and the Hallowell Athletic Field.

When on the bulletin board of the dim hall of the Memorial to his departed grandfather Peter read of his own disgrace and downfall, the light the stained-glass window cast upon his nose was of no sicklier a green than was the nose itself.

Not that Peter wanted an A.M.or an A.B., not that he desired laurels he had not won, but because the young man was afraid of his father.

And he had cause to be.