Part 6 (1/2)

In the back of the room Walter Drury, quietly looking on, sent up a silent thanksgiving. The great Experiment was going well.

CHAPTER III

CAMPUS DAYS

So it was that J.W. and Marty had come into the inner places of each other's lives. Of all the developments of Inst.i.tute week, naturally the one which filled J.W.'s thoughts with a sort of awed gladness was Marty's decision to offer himself for the ministry. Joe Carbrook's right-about-face was much more dramatic, for J.W. saw, when the decision was made, that Marty could not have been meant for anything but a preacher. It was as fit as you please. As to Joe, previous opinion had been pretty equally divided; one side leaning to the idea that he might make a lawyer, and the other predicting that he was more likely to be a perpetual and profitable client for some other lawyer.

In the light of the Inst.i.tute happenings, it was to be expected that the question of college would promptly become a practical matter to four Delafield people. Marty was greatly troubled, for he knew if he was to be a preacher, he must go to college, and he couldn't see how. J.W. felt no great urge, though it had always been understood that he would go.

Marcia Dayne had one year of normal school to her credit, and would take another next year, perhaps; but this year she must teach.

Joe Carbrook spent little time in debate with himself; he let everybody know that he was going to be a missionary doctor, and that he would go to the State University for the rest of his college course.

”But what about the religious influence of the University?” Marcia Dayne had ventured to ask him one evening as they walked slowly under the elms of Monroe Avenue.

”I don't know about that,” Joe answered, ”and maybe I'm making a mistake. But I don't think so. To begin with, there isn't any question about equipment at the State University. They have everything any church school has, and probably more than most church schools, for what I want.

And they work in close relations.h.i.+p to the medical school. That's one thing. The big reason, though--I wonder if you'll understand it?”

”I believe I could understand anything you might be thinking about--now, Joe.” And Marcia's voice had in it a note which stirred that usually self-possessed young man out of all his easy composure.

”I'll remember that, Marcia,” he said in the thrill of a swift elation.

”I'll remember that, because I think you do--understand, and some day I--but I've got at least five years of plugging ahead of me, and----”

”You were going to tell me about your big reason for going to the State University,” Marcia broke in, though she wondered afterward if her instinct had not played her false.

”Yes,” Joe said, with a little effort. ”Well, this is it. You know I didn't make much of a hit at college; I pulled through soph.o.m.ore year, but that's about all, and I doubt if the faculty will pa.s.s resolutions of regret when I don't show up there in the fall. The religious influences of a church school didn't prevent me from being a good deal of a heathen, though I will say that was no fault of the school. Maybe I ought to go back and face the music. It wouldn't be so bad, I guess. But I feel more like making a clean, new start, in a new place. The State University wouldn't be any worse for me than I should be for it, if nothing had happened to change my point of view. So, that isn't the issue. But if the State University life is able to beat me before I get to sawing bones at all, I'd make a pretty missionary doctor if I ever landed in foreign parts, wouldn't I?”

Marcia could find nothing to say; perhaps because her thoughts were busy with other and more personal aspects of Joe's plans for the future.

And as Joe's people were completely oblivious to everything except the startling change that had come over him, and were abundantly able to send him to three universities at once if necessary, Joe Carbrook was as good as enrolled.

Marty and J.W. did not find the future opening up before them so easily.

Marty, for all he could not imagine the way opening before such as himself, was all eagerness about the nearest Methodist school, which happened to be the one where the Inst.i.tute had been held, Cartwright College. It was named, as may be supposed, in honor of Peter Cartwright, that pioneer Methodist preacher who became famous on the same sort of schooling which sufficed for Abraham Lincoln, and once ran against Lincoln himself for Congress. J.W. was not specially eager to look for a college education anywhere. Why should he be, since he was expecting to go into business?

The two had many a discussion, Marty arguing in favor of college for everybody, and J.W. admitting that for preachers and teachers and lawyers and doctors it was necessary, but what use could it be in business?

”But say, J.W., you're not going to be one of these 'born a man, died a grocer' sort of business men,” urged Marty. ”Broad-minded--that's your future, with a knowledge of more than markets. And look at the personal side of college life. Haven't you heard Mr. Drury say that if he hadn't anything else to show for his four years at college than the lifelong friends.h.i.+ps he made there it would have been worth all it cost? And you have reason to know he doesn't forget the studies.”

”That's all right, Marty,” J.W. rejoined. ”I don't need much convincing on that score. I can see the good times too; you know I'd try for all the athletics I could get into, and I guess I could keep my end up socially. But is all that worth my time for the next four years, studying subjects that would be no earthly good to me in business, in making a living, I mean? The other boys in hardware stores would have four years the start of me.”

”But don't you remember, J.W., what our commencement speaker said on that very point? He told us we had to be men and women first, no matter what occupations we got into. And he bore down hard on how it was a good deal bigger business to make a life than to make a living. In these days the most dangerous people, to themselves and to all of us, are the uneducated people.”

”Yes, I remember,” J.W. admitted. ”'Cultural and social values of education,' he called that, didn't he? And that's what I'm not sure of.

It seems pretty foggy to me. But, old man, you're going, that's settled, and maybe I'll just let dad send me to keep you company, if I can't find any better reason.”

”That's all very well for you to say, J.W.,” Marty retorted, with the least little touch of resentment in his tone. ”You'll _let_ your dad send you. My dad can't send me, though he'll do all he's able to do, and how I can earn enough, to get through is more than I can see from here.”

But J.W. a.s.serted, confidently: ”There's a way, just the same, and I think I know how to find out about it. I haven't been a second a.s.sistant deputy secretary in the Sunday school for nothing. You reminded me of the commencement address; I'll ask you if you remember Children's Day?

It came the very next Sunday.”