150 THE STRANGER’S GRAVE.

 

remains were buried. A plain stone
now marks the spot where he lies.
That young man was one of the com-
panions of my boyhood. We went to
the same school. We studied together,
and played together. We loved each
other. He was dearer to me than any
other boy in the school. A noble, gen-
erous lad was he; and he was industri-
ous and ambitious, too, always aiming
to be the best scholar in the school.
Faults he might have had, but in all
my acquaintance with him, | discov-
ered but few. We were rivals, both
aiming for the highest honors. But