It was when “Dodd” was well down the steep he was descending that he chanced, one day, to meet his old teacher, Mr. Bright.  More than three years had passed since they had seen each other, and each had changed with time.  Mr. Bright had grown not a little gray, and his devotion to his profession had caused the marks of his craft to become deeply seamed in his face.

His former pupil we have followed, day after day, and we know well enough what he looked like.

The two passed a hearty greeting, “Dodd’s” disbelief in mankind leaving him for the moment, consumed by the positive integrity of the man whose hand he held.  Each took a searching look at the other, with mental reservations in each case, as thus: 

“Dodd”:  “Gray—­hard worker—­not up to snuff—­square as a brick.”

Mr. Bright:  “Flashy clothes—­shambling gait—­a look in the eye that is not direct.”

These are the things they thought.  They spoke of other matters.

Mutual inquiry led to the disclosure of the whereabouts of each, and what each was doing though in this last item “Dodd” drew largely upon his imagination, informing his teacher very indefinitely as to the calling in which he was engaged.  Mr. Bright had moved to the city, having been called to take charge of an important educational institution located within its corporate limits.  He had a home of his own, and said he should be glad to see “Dodd” there.

“Dodd” said he would call on Mr. Bright.  He did so.

And now began one of the most perplexing series of circumstances that I have yet had occasion to record.  “Dodd” came to see his teacher, who was really anxious to have a sober talk with him, and the two spent an hour together.  When they separated, “Dodd” had five dollars of Mr. Bright’s money in his pocket!  He had “struck” his former preceptor for a loan.  I do not say that he had deliberately stolen this money.  Perhaps he meant to pay it back sometime; but he had long been used to borrowing, and the impulse was almost irresistible to borrow whenever he came where he could.  Sometimes he returned these loans; oftener he did not.  His sense of right and wrong in such matters was not very keen at this time.

And so he began to sponge off Mr. Bright.  He came to visit him frequently, and often left with a dollar or two extra after the interview.

At first Mr. Bright did not fully realize the depth of degradation which “Dodd” had reached.  He made these small loans as he would have given money to a son of his own, had he had one.  He talked with the young man, and once or twice hinted that he feared all was not as it should be.  But “Dodd” evaded an issue, and so the days went by.

But one evening these two people met, and the truth stood revealed.  “Dodd” was drunk.

Mr. Bright knew a good deal about human nature, but he had had no experience with the peculiar vice of drunkenness.  His heart went out towards “Dodd,” and, taking the boy’s arm in his own, he led him to his house.  He would care for the prodigal with his own hand, and restore him if possible.