CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
SOMETHING WRONG IN THE ACCOUNTS.
Fisher major sat in his study after morning class, next morning, the picture of boredom and perplexity.

Lists of names, receipt-books, cash- box, bills, and account-books were littered on the table before him.
Between these and a cobweb on the ceiling his troubled looks travelled, as he gnawed the end of his pen, and passed his fingers aimlessly through his hair.
There was something wrong; and what it was he could not for the life of him make out.

To any one familiar with Fisher major's business--or, rather, unbusiness--habits, there was nothing wonderful in that.

He was happy-go-lucky in all his dealings.

He could receive a subscription one day, and only remember, in a panic, to enter it a week after.