Elliott flung himself into a chair by his table and bowed his head on his hands . He had no right to the Fraser Scholarship . His name was not Campbell , although perhaps nobody in the world knew it save himself , and he remembered it only by an effort of memory . He had been born in a rough mining camp in British Columbia , and when he was a month old his father , John Hanselpakker , had been killed in a mine explosion , leaving his wife and child quite penniless and almost friendless . One of the miners , an honest , kindly Scotchman named Alexander Campbell , had befriended Mrs. Hanselpakker and her little son in many ways , and two years later she had married him . They returned to their native province of Nova Scotia and settled in a small country village . Here Elliott had grown up , bearing the name of the man who was a kind and loving father to him , and whom he loved as a father . His mother had died when he was ten years old and his stepfather when he was fifteen . On his deathbed he asked Elliott to retain his name . `` I 've cared for you and loved you since the time you were born , lad , '' he said . `` You seem like my own son , and I 've a fancy to leave you my name . It 's all I can leave you , for I 'm a poor man , but it 's an honest name , lad , and I 've kept it free from stain . See that you do likewise , and you 'll have your mother 's blessing and mine . '' Elliott fought a hard battle that spring evening . `` Hold your tongue and keep the Fraser , '' whispered the tempter . `` Campbell is your name . You 've borne it all your life . And the condition itself is a ridiculous one -- no fairness about it . You made the highest marks and you ought to be the winner . It is n't as if you were wronging Stone or any of the others who worked hard and made good marks .
If you throw away what you 've won by your own hard labour , the Fraser goes XXXXX McLean , who made only seventy .
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