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Sowing the Seeds. oem The banker was not a miserly man, but he limited ~ Linn’s pocket money to an ammount no larger than a well- to-do mechanic would have given his son. The lad did not complain, though he found this a most inconvenient drawback at times. He knew that his father loved him at heart, and took a deep interest in his welfare and future; so he was content to rub along as best he could on his small income, the amount of which was no secret to his college friends, nor to the town people in general. Linn had not forgotten the lessons taught him by his dead mother. He was brave, honest and truthful, hating anything low or mean, and with a rather exaited idea of schoolboy honor—which, though awkward at times, is rather to be commended than blamed. A few years be- fore he had longed to be a soldier, but his father had reasoned him out of this. Now it was understood that he was to succeed in the banking business, and he looked forward with complacent satisfaction to the prospect. He believed his early ambition to be dead, but the spark was still there, and ready to be fanned into life should the opportunity arise. Linn’s most intimate chum was Bruce Cameron, who now stood beside him, an’ -vas equally tall and well-built. Bruce had dark eyes and inair, and a handsome, haughty face. He was a half-back on the team, and had a fair ranking’in the junior class. He was the son of Captain Cameron, the principal of the Indian school, and until three years ago—he was now seventeen—he had lived in _ Western towns and on frontier army posts, where he had picked up a good deal of harm, and contracted a liking for dissipation and bad company. But Bruce changed for the better after he came East, and he was now one of the brightest scholars in his class. His heart was set on a soldier’s life, and his father had promised him an appointment to West Point as soon as Gomichbooks (EO)