In spite of the difference between
their respective estates in the college world, the two had been rather
good friends during the four years of their being thrown together. Since
graduation, however, they had seldom met, and for the last two years
Richard Kendrick had known no more of his former friend than that the
good-sized dry-goods store, standing on a prominent corner in the large
town through which he often motored without stopping, still bore the
name of Hugh Benson's father.
When the car was running again Benson climbed in and showed Richard the
way to his own home, where he prevailed on his friend to remain for
lunch with himself and his mother. Richard learned for the first time
that Benson's father had died within the last year.
"And you're going on with the business?" questioned Richard, as the two
lingered alone together in Benson's hall before parting. The talk during
the meal had been mostly of old college days, of former classmates, and
of the recent history of nearly every mutual acquaintance except that of
the speakers themselves.
"There was nothing else for me to do when father left us," Benson
responded in a low tone.
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