But he was very poor.

I remember that, when my second quarter's pay was due, my remittance did not come as expected, and one day the professor came in and said, courteously: "Well Strother, my boy, how are we off for money ?" "Why professor," I answered, "I am sorry to say that I have been disappointed, but I expect a remittance next week." "Next week," he repeated sadly, "I shall be dead by that time." "Dead, sir ?" "Yes, dead by starvation." I was distressed and astonished.

I said hurriedly: "Would ten dollars be of any service ?" "Ten dollars would save my life.

That is all it would do." I paid the money, all that I had, and we dined together.

It was a modest meal, but good, and after he had finished, he said: "This is my first meal for twenty-four hours.