“‘What’ll we do?’ says Andy.  ’Give free grub to the poor or send a couple of thousand to George Cortelyou?’

“‘Neither,’ says I.  ’We’ve got too much money to be implicated in plain charity; and we haven’t got enough to make restitution.  So, we’ll look about for something that’s about half way between the two.’

“The next day in walking around Floresville we see on a hill a big red brick building that appears to be disinhabited.  The citizens speak up and tell us that it was begun for a residence several years before by a mine owner.  After running up the house he finds he only had $2.80 left to furnish it with, so he invests that in whiskey and jumps off the roof on a spot where he now requiescats in pieces.

“As soon as me and Andy saw that building the same idea struck both of us.  We would fix it up with lights and pen wipers and professors, and put an iron dog and statues of Hercules and Father John on the lawn, and start one of the finest free educational institutions in the world right there.

“So we talks it over to the prominent citizens of Floresville, who falls in fine with the idea.  They give a banquet in the engine house to us, and we make our bow for the first time as benefactors to the cause of progress and enlightenment.  Andy makes an hour-and-a-half speech on the subject of irrigation in Lower Egypt, and we have a moral tune on the phonograph and pineapple sherbet.

“Andy and me didn’t lose any time in philanthropping.  We put every man in town that could tell a hammer from a step ladder to work on the building, dividing it up into class rooms and lecture halls.  We wire to Frisco for a car load of desks, footballs, arithmetics, penholders, dictionaries, chairs for the professors, slates, skeletons, sponges, twenty-seven cravenetted gowns and caps for the senior class, and an open order for all the truck that goes with a first-class university.  I took it on myself to put a campus and a curriculum on the list; but the telegraph operator must have got the words wrong, being an ignorant man, for when the goods come we found a can of peas and a curry-comb among ’em.

“While the weekly papers was having chalk-plate cuts of me and Andy we wired an employment agency in Chicago to express us f.o.b., six professors immediately—­one English literature, one up-to-date dead languages, one chemistry, one political economy—­democrat preferred—­one logic, and one wise to painting, Italian and music, with union card.  The Esperanza bank guaranteed salaries, which was to run between $800 and $800.50.

“Well, sir, we finally got in shape.  Over the front door was carved the words:  ’The World’s University; Peters & Tucker, Patrons and Proprietors.  And when September the first got a cross-mark on the calendar, the come-ons begun to roll in.  First the faculty got off the tri-weekly express from Tucson.  They was mostly young, spectacled, and red-headed, with sentiments divided between ambition and food.  Andy and me got ’em billeted on the Floresvillians and then laid for the students.