sitting down at his desk, wrote a first-class recommendation of his
favorite pupil.

There was general regret in the academy when it was learned that Andy
must leave them. One little boy of twelve--Dudley Cameron, a special
favorite of Andy--came to him to ask if there was no way by which he
could manage to stay.

"No, Dudley! I am too poor," said Andy.

"If I write to papa and ask him to send you a thousand dollars, will you
stay?" asked the little boy, earnestly.

"No, Dudley; you mustn't do anything of the kind. Even if your father
liked me as well as you do, and would give me the money, I could not
take it. I must go to work to help my father."

"You will write to me sometimes, Andy?"

"Yes; I will be sure to do that."

The little fellow's warm-hearted offer, and the expressions of sympathy
and regret on the part of his schoolmates, cheered Andy. It was pleasant
to think that he would be missed.

On the closing day he received the first prize for scholarship from the
hands of Dr. Crabb.

"You will take my best wishes with you, Andy," said the venerable
principal. "Let me hear from you when you have made any business