The next year he returned to college and Parker Ames, a classmate, fell
heir to the school in Bentley Township. When Parker came back to college
for commencement, Carl, in cap and gown, hurried to him to ask him about
his year.
[Sidenote: Coöperation with Leader]
“Greatest place ever, isn’t it?” said Parker Ames. “I surely did enjoy
those people, and I hope the youngsters know a little more for my being
there. Great School!”
“Did you have Charles Moxler?” asked Carl, thinking to hear a tale of
woe similar to his own.
“I should say I did!” Parker’s enthusiasm expanded visibly. “He was the
best one there, wasn’t he? He was my right-hand man in everything I did.
I wanted to get up a festival to raise money for the Belgian sufferers,
and Charles simply wore himself out working the thing up. We became
mighty good friends, I tell you; he was as good as a grown up any day.
He had such a hold on everybody’s heart, you know, that all one had to
do was to get him interested in a thing, and the whole country simply
followed right along.”
“He had an awfully loud voice,” said Carl.
“Big as his heart and smooth as his manners!” assented Parker.
Carl is still thinking about it.