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Copus + +Release Date: November 5, 2011 [EBook #37926] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 'AS GOLD IN THE FURNACE' *** + + + + +Produced by Jen Haines and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<h1 class="pad">“AS GOLD IN THE FURNACE”</h1> + +<p><!-- Page 1 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="narrow" /> + +<div class="center"> + +<h2>Books by the Same Author</h2> + +<div class="left"> + +<table border="0" summary="" > +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><b>Harry Russell</b>; a Rockland College Boy.</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td > </td> + <td> 12mo, cloth,</td> + <td> . . . + . </td> + <td> .85 </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><b>Saint Cuthbert's.</b> </td> +</tr> + +<tr><td > </td> + <td> 12mo, cloth, </td> + <td> . . . + . </td> + <td> .85 </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><b>Shadows Lifted.</b></td> +</tr> + +<tr><td > </td> + <td> 12mo, cloth,</td> + <td> . . . + . </td> + <td> .85 </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><b>Tom Losely: Boy.</b></td> +</tr> + +<tr><td > </td> + <td> 12mo, cloth,</td> + <td> . . . + . </td> + <td> .85 </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><b>The Making of Mortlake.</b></td> +</tr> + +<tr><td > </td> + <td> 12mo, cloth,</td> + <td> . . . + . </td> + <td> .85 </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><b>The Son of Siro.</b> A Novel. Illustrated.</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td > </td> + <td> 12mo, cloth,</td> + <td> . . . + . </td> + <td> 1.50 </td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> +</div> + +<p><!-- Page 2 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcentpad" style="width: 450px;"> +<img src="images/illus-fpc.jpg" width="450" height="716" alt="It was hard! It was a sore trial to give up +his dream of years!—Page 20." title="It was hard!" /> +<span class="caption">It was hard! It was a sore trial to give up +his dream of years!—<i>Page 20</i>.</span> +</div> + +<p><!-- Page 3 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + +<div class="bbox1"> + +<div class="bboxa"> + +<h1 class="pad2">“As Gold in the Furnace”</h1> + +<h3>A COLLEGE STORY</h3> + +<h4>(Sequel to “SHADOWS LIFTED”)</h4> + +</div> + +<div class="bboxb"> + +<h3>By Rev. JOHN E. COPUS, S.J.</h3> + +<h4>Author of “Harry Russell,” “The Son of Siro,” etc.</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 90px;"> +<img src="images/logo.jpg" width="90" height="104" alt="Small religious line drawing - printer's logo" title="Small religious line drawing - printer's logo" /> +</div> + +</div> + +<div class="bboxc"> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">New York, Cincinnati, Chicago</span></p> + +<h1>BENZIGER BROTHERS</h1> + +<table border="0" summary=""> + +<tr > + <td class="centsmall">PRINTERS TO THE </td><td> | </td> <td class="centsmall"> PUBLISHERS OF </td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="centsmall">HOLY APOSTOLIC SEE </td><td> | </td> <td class="centsmall"> BENZIGER'S MAGAZINE</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center">1910</p> + +</div> +</div> + +<p><!-- Page 4 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> + +<p class="pad"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1910, by Benziger Brothers.</span></p> + +<p><!-- Page 5 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<h1>CONTENTS</h1> + +<hr class="narrow" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" + summary="Table of Contents with Hyperlinks"> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>CHAPTER I</b></a></td> + <td class="centsmall">PAGE</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Roy Surprises His Friends . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </td> + <td> 7 </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>CHAPTER II</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Motive . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 13</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>CHAPTER III</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Conditions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </td> + <td> 19</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>CHAPTER IV</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Roy and Garrett . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 25</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>CHAPTER V</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">A Pitching Cage. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 30</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>CHAPTER VI</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Advice . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 38</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>CHAPTER VII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Little Sisters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 45</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><b>CHAPTER VIII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Something Happens . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 56</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_IX"><b>CHAPTER IX</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Who? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 64</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_X"><b>CHAPTER X</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">A Day's Adventure . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 72</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XI"><b>CHAPTER XI</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">An Afternoon's Fun . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 82</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XII"><b>CHAPTER XII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Reports . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 90</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII"><b>CHAPTER XIII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">What Henning Remembered . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 96</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<!-- Page 6 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><br /> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" + summary="Table of Contents with Hyperlinks"> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV"><b>CHAPTER XIV</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Facing the Boys . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 104</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XV"><b>CHAPTER XV</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Suspicions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 111</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI"><b>CHAPTER XVI</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Roy Makes a Move . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 119</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII"><b>CHAPTER XVII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Garrett is Angry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 129</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII"><b>CHAPTER XVIII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">A Talk . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 135</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX"><b>CHAPTER XIX</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Unexpected . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 142</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XX"><b>CHAPTER XX</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Fairest Lily . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 149</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI"><b>CHAPTER XXI</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Passing of Ethel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 157</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII"><b>CHAPTER XXII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Roy and His Father . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 163</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII"><b>CHAPTER XXIII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Great Blow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 170</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV"><b>CHAPTER XXIV</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Fallen Tree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 177</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV"><b>CHAPTER XXV</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Surprises for Roy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 185</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI"><b>CHAPTER XXVI</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Stockley's Story . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .</td> + <td> 193</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII"><b>CHAPTER XXVII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">Stockley's Story (<i>Continued</i>). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </td> + <td> 201</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="smcap" ><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII"><b>CHAPTER XXVIII</b></a></td> + <td> </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td2">The Unraveled Tangle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </td> + <td> 206</td> +</tr> + +</table> +</div> + +<p><!-- Page 7 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<hr class= "narrow" /> + +<h2>“AS GOLD IN THE FURNACE”</h2> + +<hr class = "narrow" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Roy Surprises His Friends</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">“I <span class="smcaps">TELL</span> you what it is, gentlemen, once for all. I +can not go in for baseball next spring, nor even +for the few games we have still to play this +fall.”</p> + +<p>Roy Henning was talking to a group of college +boys of the upper classes in St. Cuthbert's yard. It +was late September and still very warm. The little +gathering of friends found the shade of a large elm +tree in one corner of the yard very grateful. A +hearty burst of laughter followed Roy's announcement. +No one for an instant entertained the idea +that Henning was in earnest and meant what he +said. Was he not passionately fond of the game? +Had he not, before vacation, been the very best +player on the college diamond?</p> + +<p>“Oh! of course not! of course not!” exclaimed +Jack Beecham, Roy's truest friend and constant +companion. “Of course not! You're no good anyway! +You couldn't be center-rush on the eleven if +you tried! You don't know a thing about baseball +either! Oh! no! And another team wouldn't do a +thing to us if you left the pitcher's box! Oh! no, +not at all!”</p> + +<p>“Look here, Jack,” said Henning, “I'm in earnest. +I am not going to engage in sports at all this year.”<!-- Page 8 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Not for the money, I know that. It has always +cost you a good penny. But let me assure you, you +dear old goose, that you can't come any sort of game +like that on us—not on me, at least. Let me tell +you, Roy boy, that you are most decidedly and most +strictly in it, and in it every time.”</p> + +<p>“Look here, Jack, will you listen to reason——" +began Roy Henning.</p> + +<p>“With pleasure, when I find evidence that you are +in possession of that valuable commodity.”</p> + +<p>“But——”began Roy again.</p> + +<p>“That's all right, old fellow. We know your +modesty, and all that. We're also under the impression +that you have recently developed a remarkable +penchant—that's the word, isn't it, boys—for +practical jokes. But this time be so condescending +as to remember that joke-day—April 1, you know—is +a long way off. See?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I see,” replied Henning, “but you fellows +will not, nor will you listen to reason. So it is +useless for me to talk.”</p> + +<p>“That's precisely what we wish to do,” said Jack—laughing +Jack Beecham—who struck an attitude +and continued, “but you persist in talking anything +but reason. What an incontestably preposterous +thing for you to say that you are not going to play +ball. Is a fish going to swim?"</p> + +<p>“Nonsense or not, boys, I have good reason for +saying what I have said. It's a fact. I am not +going to play.”</p> + +<p>Roy Henning's clean-cut, handsome face was +flushed at the moment with vexation. His eyes +showed his annoyance, and his brows contracted in +displeasure. It was vexatious enough for him to +make—to be compelled to make—such an announcement +to his friends, but his chagrin was<!-- Page 9 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +rendered four-fold by having his companions receive +his statement with incredulity. Not the least part +of his annoyance came from the fact that his own +particular friend should affect to believe that he was +perpetrating a practical joke, especially as he was +very much in earnest and the announcement had cost +him much effort to make.</p> + +<p>When Roy Henning first came to St. Cuthbert's, +he was a narrow-chested, weakly boy of very quiet +manners and of a retiring disposition, as the readers +of the chronicles of St. Cuthbert boys may remember.</p> + +<p>Month after month, however, saw him growing +stronger and taller and more robust, until now, in +his last year at college, he was one of the biggest +boys in the yard, with the strength of a giant, and, +as some who knew declared, the grip of a blacksmith. +The opportunities of acquiring brawn and muscle +he had not neglected, resulting in a proficiency in +running, jumping, swimming, and boating, and in +all the manly and invigorating exercises of school +life.</p> + +<p>He was well aware how much the success of next +summer's baseball season really depended on him. +He knew, also, what the boys expected of him. They +all regarded it as a foregone conclusion that he would +again be the captain and the principal pitcher on +next season's team.</p> + +<p>No one but himself knew what annoyance it had +been to him to make the statement which his hearers +had refused to accept otherwise than as the merest +joking. Yet he intended to give up sports for this +school year. Why? The reason for so doing, and +all the consequences that such a course of action +brought in its train, will constitute the following +narrative.</p> + +<p>Roy's eyes, quick to sparkle in fun, quick to soften<!-- Page 10 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +in sympathy, yet quicker to glitter with indignation +at any exhibition of smallness or meanness, just now +had a look in them other than was their wont. Their +owner was annoyed because the boys standing +around him seemed determined not to take him +seriously, and this annoyance could be seen. For +a moment he felt a strong throb of anger, such as +quickens the pulse, and the hasty word was on the +tip of his tongue, but he checked himself in time. +Why should he not be believed when he had made +a plain statement and had reiterated it? Yet there +was a smile as of incredulity on nearly all the faces +grouped around him.</p> + +<p>The truth of the matter was that Jack Beecham +and his companions were hoping against hope. They +clearly saw Henning's annoyance, and several of +them had more than a suspicion that, after all, he +meant exactly what he had said. Beecham's +badinage was only a cover for his uneasiness.</p> + +<p>A silence fell on the group, during which, to their +nimble imaginations, visions of future victories on +the diamond grew dim, for every boy there had the +most unlimited confidence in the proven prowess of +Henning to lead them to victory.</p> + +<p>“But, Roy,” said Tom Shealey, a short, thick-set, +sturdy, whole-souled boy, who had a habit of calling +a spade a spade: “Give us your reason. You are +not sick?”</p> + +<p>“No, not sick, certainly,” said Henning, smiling +at such an idea.</p> + +<p>“What's your reason, then?—supposing you have +a reason and are not joking.”</p> + +<p>“I'm not joking, Tom,” said Henning, “but I +can not give you my reason.”</p> + +<p>“Guess he has none,” said Andrew Garrett, a +youth who affected a blue sweater instead of a coat<!-- Page 11 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +and vest and whose face was not a healthy-looking +one. “Guess he has no reason. He's merely posing.”</p> + +<p>The remark vexed Henning all the more that it +came from his own cousin, to whom in a difficult +situation he might have looked naturally for some +form of support.</p> + +<p>“Stop that, Garrett,” said Tom Shealey, hotly. +“Do you wish to insult your own cousin? I'd rather +believe him than you—there! If Roy says he has +reasons for acting as he is doing and does not want +to give them to us, I believe he has them anyway. +I guess you don't know your own cousin as well +as we do.”</p> + +<p>“Well, why doesn't he give his reasons for not +playing?” asked Garrett, sulkily.</p> + +<p>“Because,” answered Henning, with no little +natural dignity, “I do not feel at liberty to do so. +If I did I would give them readily. Believe me, +boys, it is not by my own choice that I resign my +position on the baseball and football teams.”</p> + +<p>“We believe you, Roy,” said Shealey. “Although +we regret your action, we believe you have good +reasons; don't we, Beecham?”</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham nodded affirmatively. “Yes,” he +replied, after a moment's silence, “I joked at first +only because I thought Roy was joking. Sorry he +wasn't. Garrett, you had better believe what your +cousin says. He is not accustomed to lie into or +out of a thing.”</p> + +<p>This remark was received by Garrett in silence. +With a look unpleasant enough to be considered a +leer on his face he walked away, but Shealey's +innuendo, as we shall see later, had more significance +for the one to whom it was directed than the rest +of the group realized. Were it not on account of +the relationship with Roy, the boys in general would<!-- Page 12 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +have ignored Garrett. Winters and Hunter and +Stapleton and Clavering were gone from St. Cuthbert's, +having graduated the previous year. Henning +and Ambrose Bracebridge, Rob Jones and Tom +Shealey were taking their places, and among these +Henning was most popular.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes Henning walked away, and his +friends began freely to discuss his decision, vaguely +guessing at the motive which prompted it, and +entirely unsuccessful in arriving at any solution of +the difficulty.</p> + +<p>“Of course,” said Jack Beecham to Shealey, as +they strolled about the yard somewhat disconsolately, +"Henning must have some good reason for backing +out, but I am more sorry than I can say that he has +done so. I am afraid things are going to be mighty +unpleasant for him in consequence.”</p> + +<p>“I, too, am afraid they will be.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I'm going to stick to him, come what may.”</p> + +<p>“Same here,” replied Shealey. “It won't be hard +to do that, because he is the soul of honor and a +royal good fellow. You might as soon expect anything +wrong with him as—as to see——”</p> + +<p>“You at the head of your class in next examination,” +interrupted Jack.</p> + +<p>“Thanks! Or to see you heading the philosophers.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks, too.”<!-- Page 13 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Motive</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">B<span class="smcaps">EFORE</span> proceeding to narrate the complications +which beset Roy Henning's path during his last +year at St. Cuthbert's, and the many curious +cross-purposes of which he may be said to have been +the victim, we shall endeavor to give some idea of +the motive which actuated him in retiring from the +arena of college sports.</p> + +<p>It must be remembered that Roy Henning, in the +previous year, was a fast friend of Claude Winters, +Hunter, Selby, Clavering, and Stapleton. The companionship +of these boys had helped as much to form +his character as had the careful work of the professors. +Under his friends' influence he had gradually +lost much of his bashfulness. By the time +that Winters and his other friends had graduated, +he could conduct himself with an amount of ease +and composure. He no longer blushed and squirmed +immoderately, like a small boy, when addressed by +a stranger or by one in authority. He could now +speak to a Father or even the President without +wishing to fall through the floor. Roy was much +improved, yet the influence which his companions +of the previous year had exercised over him had +taken a somewhat peculiar turn.</p> + +<p>As far as he knew, not one of his last year's +friends, now graduated and gone, had any aspirations +to study for the sacred ministry of the priesthood. +Their joyous piety, nevertheless, and their +cheerful goodness had been the means, entirely<!-- Page 14 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +unknown to themselves, of making Henning entertain +a profound veneration for the ecclesiastical state.</p> + +<p>From often contemplating how eminently suited, +both in talents and in virtue, were many of his +companions for this state, Roy had passed from +admiring them to the thought of the feasibility of +embracing that state himself. The more he thought +of this, and the more frequently he examined himself, +the more enamored of the lofty idea he became; +so that at the expiration of the previous year's term +he had fully made up his mind to enter the priesthood +should he secure the sanction of his spiritual +director.</p> + +<p>Before he left college for vacation he had a long +interview with the white-haired, holy old chaplain, +from which he received great encouragement, but +was told to keep his intention a secret from all save +his parents. He took the admonition literally and +obeyed it exactly, so that he left St. Cuthbert's in +the previous June without his most intimate acquaintances +so much as dreaming that he entertained +such exalted ambitions and aspirations to a dignity +than which there is none greater on earth.</p> + +<p>It was not remarkable that his companions should +never imagine such things of him. Was he not the +recognized leader of all sports and games? Who +had a merrier shout? No one's laugh rang more +musically across the playground. How should boys—mere +boys, after all—imagine that graver +thoughts and sublimer ambitions were coexistent +with merry pranks, resounding cheers, or harmless +escapades. Well, boys, college boys even, are gifted +with only a limited prescience, and none suspected the +great plan of life which was now continually in +Roy's mind.</p> + +<p>He did not broach the subject to his father until<!-- Page 15 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +the vacation months were drawing to a close, and +it was time to think about returning to St. Cuthbert's. +The Hennings spent the summer months in +the lake region. One beautiful calm, warm evening +in August, Mr. Henning was sitting on the broad +veranda of his cottage, watching in quiet content +the silver pathway which the full moon made across +the water, and marveling how the light made the +sails of the yachts appear now black, now silver as +the vessels tacked about. Roy, who for several days +had been watching his opportunity to have a private +talk with his father, saw that it had now come. He +took a seat near his father.</p> + +<p>“Where are Mama and the children, Roy?”</p> + +<p>“They are down on the beach, Father, throwing +sticks into the lake for Fido to swim after. The +dog is almost crazy with the delight of the game.”</p> + +<p>“Why are you not down there too? You seem +to be moping lately, my boy. Is anything the matter? +Are you quite well?”</p> + +<p>“Quite, thanks. I am not moping, but the fact +is, Father, I have something I wish to talk to you +about, and as the rest won't be back for some time, +perhaps this is a good opportunity to tell you what +I have to say.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me! what a lot of mystery! Say on, son. +I am all attention. Let me see: how old are you? +Nineteen next month, eh? You'll be graduated next +year at St. Cuthbert's, will you not?”</p> + +<p>“I hope so,” replied the boy modestly.</p> + +<p>“That's right. Well, I suppose you want to talk +about the choice of a profession. It is quite time +you made a choice, you know.”</p> + +<p>“That is precisely what I wish to speak about.”</p> + +<p>“Ah! Well, go on. I am willing to listen to +your ideas, reserving, of course, the right of veto, +<!-- Page 16 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>Is it to be the law, or medicine, or the army? +Perhaps 'tis the navy? I have influence enough to +get you into Annapolis, if you wish to follow the +sea.”</p> + +<p>“It is none of these you have mentioned, sir,” said +Roy, nervously, and the next moment he blurted out +awkwardly, “I want to enter the priesthood!”</p> + +<p>“The priesthood,” said Henning senior, with +an intonation that expressed various emotions. +"H—um,” And he remained a long time silent.</p> + +<p>The light from the sitting-room fell on Mr. Henning's +face. Roy watched the florid features of his +father. His closely-cropped white hair and side-whiskers +worn in the style once designated “mutton-chop,” +the short-trimmed mustache, and clean-shaven, +well-rounded chin, all showed distinctly in +the strong light of the reading lamp, which sent a +flood of light out across the veranda. Roy thought +that his father's face was unusually flushed. It +appeared almost purple in the artificial light, and the +son became anxious, momentarily fearing that the +suddenly communicated intelligence might have +caused a rush of blood to the head. The family +physician not long before had told Mrs. Henning +that her husband was quite liable to an attack of +apoplexy.</p> + +<p>Roy could not guess what was passing within the +mind of his father, who remained silent a long time. +Nothing was heard except the nervous tapping of +Mr. Henning's eyeglasses on the arm of the rocker.</p> + +<p>The boy knew that his father was irascible, and +he was more or less prepared for a storm. He waited +for what he thought several minutes—in reality +less than forty seconds—for his father to speak. +No sound was heard save the nervous tap-tap-tapping +on the arm of the chair. Roy twirled his<!-- Page 17 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +cap and shifted his weight from one foot to another.</p> + +<p>Then, as it often does, the unexpected occurred. +Mr. Henning arose from his chair, and without +noticing his son, or saying a word, retired into the +house, leaving the surprised boy on the porch.</p> + +<p>The young man was perplexed at this turn of +affairs. Had his father flatly refused he could have +pleaded and coaxed. Had he stormed, the boy knew +enough of his parent to be aware that the end he +desired would most probably be attained—when +the storm blew over.</p> + +<p>Roy left the porch in a dazed sort of way. He +had never seen his father act so peculiarly. Wanting +to be alone to think over the affair, he sauntered off +to a secluded part of the large lawn.</p> + +<hr class="narrow" /> + +<p>“Hi, Roy, is that you? Where have you been? +I have been searching for you everywhere. Put on +your dancing pumps and come over to our villa. We +are going to have a carpet dance. All the tables and +chairs have been put out on the lawn, and we are +going to have a jolly time. Come on.”</p> + +<p>The speaker over the hedge was Andrew Garrett, +Roy's cousin, whose father had rented the adjoining +villa for the summer. Garrett was on the road, +seated in a stylish dogcart. He held a pair of white +ribbons over a mettlesome horse whose silverplated +harness ornaments shone brightly in the moonlight.</p> + +<p>“You must make my excuses——”began Roy.</p> + +<p>“Eh! what? Oh! come! that won't do. My +sisters have netted a lot of girls, many of whom are +already there, and the cry is 'still they come.' We +haven't enough partners for them. I am not slow +at this kind of affair, but, you know, a fellow can't +make himself ubiquitous. Run and put on your +dancing-shoes, and if you spoil them in the dew<!-- Page 18 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +coming home, I'll buy you another pair to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>“The puppy,” thought Roy, and the ugly word +was on the tip of his tongue, but he checked himself +in time, and said:</p> + +<p>“I am sorry indeed to disappoint you, but I have +more important things to think about to-night. I +really can not come. You must make my excuse to +auntie and your sisters.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! hang it all, man; we haven't enough +dancers,” </p> + +<p>“I am sorry, but to-night——”</p> + +<p>“Sorry!——” We regret to say that Garrett +used an expression not at all becoming to the lips +of a Catholic young man.</p> + +<p>“You won't come, then?”</p> + +<p>“I can not, to-night.”</p> + +<p>“You won't, you mean,” </p> + +<p>“I did not say that.”</p> + +<p>“But you mean it. Well, I can go up the road +and get the Meloche boys, and the Poultneys, and +others. Mark my words, Roy; I'll get even with +you for this. You'll be sorry for it yet. It's a mean +trick. Get up, Nance.”</p> + +<p>And he gave the mare a vicious cut, which sent +her rearing and racing up the dusty country road, +giving the ill-tempered boy all he could do to prevent +the spirited animal from running away with him.</p> + +<p>A week later, Roy Henning was surprised to learn +that Andrew Garrett was to be a student at St. Cuthbert's +the coming term. His first effort at “getting +even”with his cousin was attempted as we have seen +in the preceding chapter, when Henning made the +unwelcome announcement of his retirement from +college sports.<!-- Page 19 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Conditions</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">T<span class="smcaps">HE</span> following morning, Mr. Henning called Roy +to him soon after breakfast. When the two +had taken seats under a shady beech on the +lawn, Roy saw that his father appeared moody, and +as if suffering from a great disappointment.</p> + +<p>“What is this I hear about your refusing to go +to your Aunt Garrett's last night?”</p> + +<p>“I did not refuse to go and see Aunt Helen, sir. +Andrew wanted me to go and dance. I did not care +to dance. Nor could I have gone and retained my +self-respect.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me! dear me! Are not your Aunt Helen's +children and their friends good enough associates +for you?”</p> + +<p>“Quite good enough. But, sir, you mistake my +meaning. I had two reasons for refusing. I do +not care for dancing, and do not care to be made a +mere convenience of, nor do I wish to be patronized +by my cousin Garrett. My other reason was +that I was anxious and worried, having received no +word from you since I told you of my earnest desire +to study for the priesthood.”</p> + +<p>“Ah! Yes, to be sure. You may think my abrupt +leaving you last night was a strange proceeding. It +was. I am sorry I vexed you. I want to be kind.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you, Father; I am sure you do.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Henning was not a demonstratively affectionate +man, and it must be charged to heredity that his<!-- Page 20 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +own child possessed decidedly similar characteristics, +especially in all absence of demonstrativeness. Roy +loved his father deeply, but no terms of endearment +or outward show of affection, so far as the boy +could remember, had ever passed between them. If +Roy had only known he could have crept very close +to his father's heart this morning. If Roy could +have known just then, he would have seen his +father's heart sore and sensitive, trying to discipline +itself into renouncing its life-long ambition—that +of his son's advancement. He had so earnestly +wished the boy to adopt his own profession. Was +he not already getting along in years? Would not +a partner in his law practice become ere long an +imperative necessity?</p> + +<p>He had too clear and too well-trained a mind not +to see the futility of attempting to thwart the boy's +inclinations. He was too sincere a Catholic of principle +and too well instructed in the obligations of his +faith to wish effectually to prevent or destroy a +vocation, and yet—oh, it was hard! It was a sore +trial to give up his dream of years!</p> + +<p>“Thank you, Father; I am sure you wish to be +kind.”</p> + +<p>Roy, seeing that his father had remained silent +an unusually long time, repeated his remark. The +elder man's lips twitched. The muscles of his cheeks +moved with the strong emotions he was experiencing.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Roy, Roy! Think what it all means for me! +My shattered hopes for you! I know that as a +Catholic I dare not thwart you in following so high +a vocation, nor would I have it on my conscience +to do so. But all my shattered hopes of you! I +have wealth and position, but they are not everything. +I have looked forward to you as my prop<!-- Page 21 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +and stay and my honor in my declining years. Must +you—must you leave us? Are you sure of this +call? Is it not a mere passing fancy, such as many +good and pure boys have? Are you sure that your +duty does not point to your family rather than to +the seminary? Are you sure, my lad?”</p> + +<p>The old gentleman's words were almost passionate. +Young Henning was unwontedly affected. He +had never been placed in so peculiar a position. His +father evidently regarded him now, spoke to him, +even appealed to him, as to a man, with a man's +responsibilities. For a moment he was thrilled with +exquisite pleasure in being so treated, but he did not +waver in his purpose. He knew that he would +probably add to his father's regrets, yet he was +conscious that he could not hold out the faintest +hope that the parental wish, which appeared to run +contrary to what he now conceived to be his plain +duty, would be gratified.</p> + +<p>“My dear father,” he said, “I am sorry to cause +you pain, but I believe I have this vocation and I +must, in conscience, follow it.”</p> + +<p>There was a long pause.</p> + +<p>“Well—what must be, must be, I suppose, but, +my child, have you well considered the step? Are +you willing to live on a meager pittance, as most +priests do? Are you willing to lead a life of +penurious denial and of study? Can you face the +ordeal of the confessional for hours at a time, listening +to tales of misery, wretchedness, and degradation? +Can you be strong with the strong, and not +too strong with the weak? Can you bear all this? +Are you sure of yourself?”</p> + +<p>Now Roy Henning, during the previous year at +St. Cuthbert's had thought over the question of his +vocation time and time again, examining himself<!-- Page 22 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +rigorously as to his fitness, and, as far as his experience +allowed, reviewing the life of the ordinary +parish priest. He saw clearly that no one embraced +the priestly life from a purely natural motive. Such +as did, he argued, must become failures, and unfit +for their state. He had, as every one who has a true +vocation, a higher motive than a merely natural one. +With him the supernatural was paramount, and in +its light all prosaic, squalid, unheroic circumstances +sank into insignificance. He, therefore, answered:</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir, I have thought it all over. I firmly +believe I have a vocation, and after I graduate, I +think it will be my duty to enter a seminary with a +view to probing and testing it.”</p> + +<p>“I will not thwart you, my boy; I dare not. But +do you think yourself worthy of so high a calling?”</p> + +<p>“I do not, indeed, Father; but my confessor +encourages me to go on.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Henning sighed on discovering that the +opinion of the boy's confessor was averse to his +wishes—sighed as if giving up his last hope of +being able to change his son's views. He then altered +his manner suddenly, as if ashamed of having displayed +emotion before any member of his family. +He was again the sharp, shrewd man of affairs.</p> + +<p>“Very well, sir,” he said, with a crispness in his +voice which hitherto had been absent; “you take your +degree the coming year. After that you have my +permission to enter a seminary. I will be responsible +for your expenses until your ordination. As you +desire, however, to enter a hard and self-denying life +I consider it my duty to test you myself to some +extent during the coming school year.”</p> + +<p>In the midst of the delight at his father's capitulation, +Roy looked up in surprise. He wondered +what was coming next.<!-- Page 23 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<p>“You must apply yourself wholly and solely to +your studies. I shall allow you only twenty-five +dollars for your private expenses, and I desire and +insist that for the last year of your college life you +relinquish all sports of whatsoever kind.”</p> + +<p>“Father,” cried the poor boy in dismay; and oh, +the heart-sinking that was expressed in that one +word!</p> + +<p>“I mean precisely what I say,” persisted Mr. +Henning, almost relentlessly; “a priest's life is one +of constant self-sacrifice and denial. You can not +begin to practise those virtues too soon.”</p> + +<p>“But, Father, I am captain of the ball nine, and +the football eleven, at college,” And there was a +world of appeal in the boy's voice.</p> + +<p>“I am sorry, under the circumstances, to hear it. +Abstinence from baseball and football and boating +and all sorts of contests is the condition under which +I sanction your plans, which, pardon me if I say it, +I can not but consider chimerical. The test I have +selected will prove how right or wrong I am in my +opinion. You will take only enough exercise to +keep a sound mind in a sound body.”</p> + +<p>Whether Roy Henning's father was acting judiciously +or otherwise, we will not undertake to say. +We merely give the facts. Mr. Henning was +desirous to see how his son would act under circumstances +which he readily admitted would be particularly +trying.</p> + +<p>It is probable that many boys will be inclined to +think that Roy Henning was not in such a very sad +plight after all, and perhaps would be willing to +exchange places with him if their pocketbooks were +exchanged too. It is true that many a boy goes to +college with far less spending money than that which +was to be Roy's share for his graduating year. It<!-- Page 24 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +must be understood, in order to make Roy's position +clear, that the boy was generous to a fault, and never +having stinted his expenditures at college, or been +stinted in the supply, he was looked to for pecuniary +assistance by all sorts of college associations whose +financial condition, as most collegians are aware, is +perennially in a state of collapse. He was one of +the most popular boys, because his purse was always +open.</p> + +<p>His father had, indeed, arranged a severe test for +him. He little realized what the trials of a rich boy's +poverty were. Little did he imagine to what hours +of guiltless ignominy he was unwittingly condemning +his son. We must do the lawyer the justice to +say that had he imagined but one-tenth of the trials +which were to come upon his son by his restrictive +action, he would have been the last man to have +imposed the conditions.</p> + +<p>Roy Henning accepted them unreservedly, and +the conversation at the beginning of the first chapter +shows us how fully and completely he intended to +obey his father's injunctions.<!-- Page 25 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Roy and Garrett</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">H<span class="smcaps">ENNING</span> was not overwhelmingly delighted when +he learned that Andrew Garrett was to accompany +him to St. Cuthbert's. He knew his +cousin's disposition fairly well and did not expect +to derive much pleasure from his presence at college, +although he was aware that the relationship would +occasion more or less close intimacy.</p> + +<p>Never were two boys more dissimilar in character. +Henning had been molded at St. Cuthbert's for five +or six years. He had imbibed that spirit which is +found among the students of every well-conducted +Catholic college—that peculiar something which is +so difficult to define, but which is so palpable in its +effects, elevating and rendering the Catholic student +the comparatively superior being he is. Those who +have intelligently watched this college phenomenon +admit that the tone, or spirit, or influence, or whatever +it may be, is like nothing else on earth, so that +if nothing else were accomplished, this result gives +abundant reason for the existence of our Catholic +colleges. If one were asked to define the exact +process, to point out the various means employed, +in transforming a crude youth into the manly, +generous, self-possessed young man of high ideals +and noble purpose, it would be found a most difficult +thing to do.</p> + +<p>Roy Henning was a fair example of what Catholic +training does for a well-disposed youth. He was +not perfect, as we shall probably see later on in our<!-- Page 26 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +story; yet he had qualities that endeared him to all +who knew him. Hating any appearance of meanness, +he was ever the champion of the weak or the +oppressed, as many a boy who was not the “under-dog” +found to his cost. His cheerful, manly piety +made religion attractive. There was nothing +squeamish or mawkish about him. Everybody who +knew him would laugh at the idea that Henning and +effeminacy had the remotest connection. If the +truth were told of him at this time he was, owing to +his splendid health and sound physique, verging on +the opposite of effeminacy.</p> + +<p>Under the tutelage of such boys as Hunter, +Claude Winters, Clavering, and others, he had +developed into a really fine athlete. The “muscles +of his brawny arms were”literally “strong as iron +bands,” and that one was certainly to be pitied who, +if under Roy's displeasure, came in close contact +with him.</p> + +<p>Andrew Garrett was his cousin's antithesis. He +was about the same inches as Roy, who measured +five feet ten inches in his stocking feet, but beyond +this all resemblance ceased. Andrew was not an +athlete. He was of spare build, but did not look +healthy. His chest was narrow, his arms and legs +spindling and flabby. He had no muscle, because he +took little exercise, and was, consequently, frequently +bilious, which often resulted in his saying or doing +much meaner and pettier things than he intended. +It would be difficult to find two more dissimilar +characters than these two cousins.</p> + +<p>In justice to Andrew Garrett it must be stated that +when he came with his cousin to St. Cuthbert's he +had not the slightest knowledge of the conditions +under which Roy was laboring. Owing to what he +had previously known of the state of Roy's purse<!-- Page 27 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +both at home and during vacation time, he had not +the slightest suspicion that now his cousin's paternal +allowance had been inconveniently curtailed. +Whether he would have acted differently had he +known all the circumstances is a matter of conjecture. +Garrett was a factor in much of the annoyance +Roy Henning suffered during the year.</p> + +<p>For several days after the arrival of Andrew +Garrett, Mr. Shalford, the prefect, watched him +closely. Being a cousin of Henning, the prefect +thought it was natural that he would associate with +the Henning-Bracebridge-Shealey-Beecham set, and +be one of those to whom no particular attention need +be given. He was not a little surprised to discover +that these boys had very little to do with him. There +was no overt act on their part by which Garrett +could be said to have been snubbed or “dropped,” +but the prefect saw that there seemed to be a tacit +understanding among these boys to let Garrett +severely alone. No one had any particular liking for +him, and it is quite probable that had he not been +Henning's cousin, he would have experienced several +times a very unpleasant quarter of an hour.</p> + +<p>Roy Henning was now one of the leaders among +the forthcoming graduates. His influence was now +as great as Hunter's or Winter's had been in the +previous year, and his relationship with Garrett saved +that boy much annoyance, which, by his want of +tact and a lack of companionableness, he would have +brought upon himself.</p> + +<p>“You do not seem to get along with the other +boys, Garrett,” said Mr. Shalford kindly, one day +not long after the conversation recorded in our first +chapter.</p> + +<p>“I guess I can manage without them,” was the +ungracious reply.<!-- Page 28 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I don't think you can, my boy,” said Mr. Shalford.</p> + +<p>“Well, I do. I think I can manage my own +affairs.”</p> + +<p>The prefect did not know whether this speech was +intended as a rebuff to his advances, but he took a +charitable view of it, and ascribed it to awkwardness, +rather than to intentional boorishness. He said:</p> + +<p>“Let me tell you, Andrew, that you can do no +such thing.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I can.”</p> + +<p>“Look here, my young man. You are forgetting +yourself. I do not know what sort of training you +received at home, but while you are here, you must +speak to your superiors with more respect. Prefects +and professors and the other officers of the college +are accustomed to be treated here with at least a +certain amount of deference.”</p> + +<p>The boy winced under the allusion to his home +training. He prided himself upon being a gentleman, +and, indeed, his home life was all that was +delightful. As if he had read his thoughts, the +prefect said:</p> + +<p>“Do you know the meaning of gentleman—a +gentle man? It is not necessarily an inherited quality +of birth. It is rather a question of manners, is it +not?”</p> + +<p>Garrett hung his head. He knew that he had +been rude and uncouth.</p> + +<p>“Forgive me, sir. I did not mean to be ungentlemanly. +But I do not like these boys here. They +don't seem to treat me squarely.”</p> + +<p>“Why? What is wrong?”asked the prefect, now +satisfied.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I don't exactly know. They all seem inclined +to let me alone. Nobody seems to want to +have anything to say to me.”<!-- Page 29 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Perhaps that statement is not altogether exact. +Have you not annoyed or vexed several of them one +way or another? Think now of what you may have +done. If you want to get along with St. Cuthbert's +boys, you will have to act honorably and above board +in everything. Do not for a moment imagine that I +am accusing you of anything underhand or mean. +I am far from doing so. But boys are quick to discern +character—frequently quicker than men. It +is a species of intuition with them, and they are +rarely deceived. You have been here a month. Do +you know of any nicknames among the boys?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir; several of them. There is Shanks, and +Owly, and Pinchey, or Pinchbeck, and a lot more +of them.”</p> + +<p>“Just so. Now, do you not see that each of these +boys to whom a nickname sticks has just the characteristic +or foible the name indicates?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir, that is true.”</p> + +<p>“I am glad you recognize it. You have not as yet +developed or shown any particular trait which would +give the boys an opportunity of attaching any particular +name to you. I should advise you to watch +carefully, for, believe me, if they do give you a +name, it will not be a pleasant one, and probably it +will be one that will sting. At all events it will be +one that will show to you your foibles pretty clearly. +Watch yourself, therefore, and prevent it if you can.”</p> + +<p>With this warning the prefect left the boy and +went to ring the great bell as first warning for +supper. Garrett remained in a “brown study” for +some time. Had he taken the prefect's advice he +might have saved himself many hours of subsequent +regret and remorse.<!-- Page 30 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">A Pitching Cage</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">J<span class="smcaps">ACK BEECHAM</span> and Tom Shealey were standing +at a window in their classroom one dark afternoon +in the late fall. They had their heads +together, for both were reading from the same +letter, which the former had just received. They +were evidently much interested in its contents, for +neither noticed the entrance of Rob Jones, nor were +they conscious of his presence until he, boylike, gave +them both simultaneously a thump on the back.</p> + +<p>“You must be mightily interested, you two, not +to hear me come in,” said Jones.</p> + +<p>“We felt your presence, Rob, quick enough,” said +Beecham.</p> + +<p>“It was quite striking,” added Shealey.</p> + +<p>“What's the news? It must be of tremendous +importance to cause such absorption.”</p> + +<p>“It is important,” said Shealey. “Jack has just +received a nice letter from those nice fellows of +Blandyke College. They write elegantly—perfect +gentlemen.”</p> + +<p>“What have they to say?”inquired Jones.</p> + +<p>“It isn't a challenge for next spring, or anything +of that sort,” said Jack, “but a sort of recapitulation +of this year's games we played together, and a chat +over the prospects of next year. Listen to this: 'We +met with few defeats this summer, and I am instructed +by the nine to say that if we were to be +defeated—and we were once or twice, as you remember—we +preferred to have been defeated by<!-- Page 31 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +no one but the St. Cuthbert's team, not only because +you, gentlemen, were considered worthy of our +steel, but also because every player on your team was +a gentleman whom it was a pleasure and an honor +to meet.'”</p> + +<p>“Now isn't that nice,” exclaimed Beecham. “But +let us see what more he has to say. They are capital +fellows, these Blandykes,” and Jack read on: “'We +intend to meet you early next summer, if we can +arrange some games with you. We have great +pleasure in telling you that we intend to wipe out +all defeats of this season. With this in view, we +have, already, men daily in the pitching cage, and +our captain intends to keep his men in training all +the winter months.'”</p> + +<p>“They must feel pretty sure of victory to tell us +all their plans,” remarked Beecham. “Pshaw! isn't +it a pity that Henning has gone back on us! I +wonder what we shall do without him,” </p> + +<p>“I don't know. I can't imagine,” remarked Jones.. +"Whatever we do, we must not be behind the Blandykes. +We, too, must get a cage and practice pitching +and catching. We can't afford to dim the glory +of last summer's record. You remember we won +two out of the three games we played with the Blandykes. +Next spring we must capture the three.”</p> + +<p>“But we have no cage, and they are expensive +things,” observed Beecham.</p> + +<p>“Pass round the hat,” remarked Shealey promptly; +"of course Roy will help us as usual. He is always +generous with his money; just the fellow who deserves +to have plenty of it.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, that's true,” said Jones, “and I suppose his +cousin, young Garrett, has plenty of cash to spare +too, but I doubt whether he will be as generous as +Roy has always been. Thanksgiving day will be<!-- Page 32 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +here in ten days, and we ought to have the pitching +cage ready when the football season closes.”</p> + +<p>“What will Mr. Shalford say about it?” asked +Beecham.</p> + +<p>“Oh! he will leave it all to us, that's sure; but we +may expect his one proviso which he is very strong +on, and that is, as you know, that we do not go into +debt.”</p> + +<p>“Very good,” said Jack. “Then we had better +begin at once. Here comes Garrett. I'll try him +first.”</p> + +<p>Beecham explained the project to Garrett, and +then asked him whether he would help them out. +His first words rang with a false note.</p> + +<p>“Has my cousin given anything?”he asked.</p> + +<p>“Not yet. We have not seen him yet. You are +the first that has been asked.”</p> + +<p>“Very well. Put me down for five dollars.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks; much obliged,” said Beecham, without +a particle of enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>Strange to say, young Garrett did not feel satisfied. +He had at once conceived this an opportunity +to make himself popular by a liberal donation. The +gift, for a college student, was liberal enough; but +there was something in the merely civil “Thanks,” +from Beecham, which told him he had not succeeded, +at this time, in his purpose. He thought he detected +in the tone a covert sneer. But of this he was not +sure. He made another mistake.</p> + +<p>“Let me know,” he said, “what my cousin subscribes, +and if he gives more than I have given, I +will increase mine.”</p> + +<p>A second civil—but colder— “Thanks,” greeted +this speech, and Garrett walked away in no very +pleasant frame of mind. “Why is Roy so popular +and I a nonentity?” he asked himself, but it was to<!-- Page 33 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +be a long time before he would learn the answer to +his own question.</p> + +<p>Beecham and Shealey started at once on a subscription +tour. They caught Henning in the study-hall.</p> + +<p>“Hello, Roy! We have come to bleed you, old +man. We are going to put up a pitcher's cage in +one end of the long playroom for winter practice. +How much shall we put you down for?”</p> + +<p>Roy Henning blushed slightly and a look resembling +pain came over his face. His father's test was +beginning to operate. Roy, owing to his restricted +capital, had made a resolution to spend only two +dollars and a half each month. He made a rapid +calculation of the present month's necessary boyish +expenses, and he knew that he would have very little +to offer them. Before he could speak, however, +Beecham remarked:</p> + +<p>“Say, Roy boy, we know you won't play next +spring; but we want you to be treasurer and secretary +of the club.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, you are the man for the job,” said Shealey, +"none better. Won't you take it? You can do ten +times more with the boys than either Jack or myself.”</p> + +<p>“I don't know——” hesitated Henning, for +several reasons.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, you do, Roy,”urged Jack. “You are a +capital beggar, you know, and with your own big +donation at the head of the list you will be irresistible.”</p> + +<p>“Call him a good solicitor,” laughed Shealey, “it's +more euphonious.”</p> + +<p>“I think I can act as treasurer and secretary for +you, if the boys are willing. It is the least I can do +if I don't play.”<!-- Page 34 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Of course it is. Thanks. That's good of you," +said Beecham, and Shealey nodded approvingly.</p> + +<p>“Now, Roy, how much shall I put you +down for before I hand over to you the subscription +list? Twenty is too much, I suppose,” said +Shealey.</p> + +<p>Roy looked out of the window in a perplexed sort +of way. He had always been a liberal contributor. +What would his friends think of him now? The +paternal test was certainly a hard one in more ways +than one.</p> + +<p>“I am afraid I shall disappoint you,” he said.</p> + +<p>“In what?”asked Beecham. “In book-agent assurance? +Never fear. I am willing to certify that +beneath all your laughing good humor, you are +possessed of an unlimited amount of—of—well—to +put it without circumlocution—an unlimited +amount of cheek. No one can withstand your winning +smile and drawing manner. But what is your +own gift? Let us head the list with that. I must +tell you that your cousin Garrett has promised to +equal your subscription, so make it large, if you +please. He has already given——”</p> + +<p>“How much?”asked Henning uneasily.</p> + +<p>“Five dollars.”</p> + +<p>“Oh,” said Henning, with something very like a +sob in his throat.</p> + +<p>“Better make it twenty-five, Roy; you can spare +it, and it's practically giving an extra twenty which +comes out of the pocket of that beg—Oh! I beg +your pardon. I am constantly forgetting that he is +your cousin. I wish he wasn't.”</p> + +<p>Beecham spoke the last sentence in blunt, boyish +fashion. Roy understood him, but just now he was +not inclined either to defend his cousin, or discuss +his friend's desires.<!-- Page 35 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I am afraid I shall disappoint you this time, +boys,” said Roy.</p> + +<p>“You never have yet,” remarked Shealey.</p> + +<p>“But I shall this time, I am sure.”</p> + +<p>“Well, let's see the amount of the disappointment," +said Beecham laughingly.</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham, of late, could not, as he himself +expressed it, “make out” his friend Roy. Several +times since the beginning of September he had surprises +from Henning. He was beginning to regard +him as an uncertain or even an unknown quantity. +Was his friend becoming miserly? This idea made +Jack Beecham laugh. Roy misanthropical! The +clever, bright, jolly Roy doing aught but loving all +mankind was absurd to think of, but yet—There +certainly had come over his bright, genial friend a +change which was puzzling. What could——</p> + +<p>But his thoughts, as he stood expectantly, with +his pencil and notebook in hand, were interrupted by +what Roy said next:</p> + +<p>“You may put me down for two dollars and fifty +cents.” Shealey only partly suppressed a giggle, +supposing that Roy, as usual, was hoaxing. Roy +saw the laugh and was deeply hurt.</p> + +<p>“Phew,” began Jack Beecham, and he was about +to make a very straightforward remark when he +caught a side view of poor Roy's face, which was +suffused with the blushes of mortification. There +was a look of positive pain there.</p> + +<p>Good, sensible Jack at once saw there was something +wrong somewhere. Hastily changing his +pencil from right hand to left, he took Roy's hand +and pressed it warmly, sympathetically. The action +told more than words could do. Beecham gave a +quick glance toward the door for Shealey, which +that individual understood and immediately departed.<!-- Page 36 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>When they were alone Jack said:</p> + +<p>“You are in trouble, Roy. Is there—is there +any financial difficulty at home?”</p> + +<p>“None whatever, Jack; but I can't explain.”</p> + +<p>There was another silent pressure of the hand.</p> + +<p>“Nor will I ask you to do so. But there is something +wrong somewhere. Oh, Roy! If I could do—if +I could share—look here, Roy,” he at last +blurted out, boy-fashion, “look here. I intend to +give twenty dollars—let me put ten of it under your +name—do let me.”</p> + +<p>“No, no, Jack," said Roy, after a few moments +of silence which his emotion compelled him to observe; +"no, you must not do that. I can't explain, +but come what may I want you not to misunderstand +me. Whatever you may hear or see I want you not +to lose faith in me," and Roy Henning held out his +hands to his friend, while there was a hungry, +eagerly hungry, look in his eyes.</p> + +<p>There was, of course, no absolute reason why Roy +Henning could not have given his entire confidence +to his friend. His father had made no such restriction +in the test he had imposed. It was Roy's own +peculiar temperament which prevented him from +confiding in any one; in consequence his trials were +in reality much more severe than even his father +could have foreseen.</p> + +<p>“Have faith in you! Believe in you! Well, I +should guess. I don't understand it all—your +refusing to play, and this—this small donation, and +everything; but, believe in you! Roy, I would as +soon cease to believe in myself.”</p> + +<p>Roy's eyes were hot, and his lips were dry.</p> + +<p>“Thanks, old man. I knew you would. I can't explain—yet. +But as long as you have confidence in +me I'll go through it all right. God bless you, Jack.”<!-- Page 37 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> + +<p>Young Beecham was more mystified than ever at +this exhibition of emotion, but he felt at the moment +something like the knight of old who sought quarrels +to vindicate the fair name of the lady of his heart. +To make the simile more in accordance with our own +more prosaic times, Jack Beecham became Henning's +champion, and went around for several days with a +metaphorical chip on his shoulder, daring any one +to come and knock it off. Of course, the chip +represented Roy Henning's actions and intentions.</p> + +<p>After this interview, Roy looked a long time out +of the study-hall window.<!-- Page 38 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Advice</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">W<span class="smcaps">HETHER</span> Roy Henning's small donation to the +boys' collection for the purchase of the +pitching cage for the winter practice was +the cause, or whether there was some other occult +reason, the subscriptions came in very slowly. Many +boys, seeing that Roy, usually the largest contributor +to all such schemes, had given so small an amount, +measured their own donations by his. The project, +consequently, dragged along very slowly. The +treasurer-secretary more than once called those interested +together, and proposed that they should give +up the plan.</p> + +<p>To this neither Shealey, nor Beecham, nor Bracebridge +would listen. They were boys who, having +once taken a project in hand, were determined to +carry it through to success. Bracebridge encouraged +Henning to continue his work of soliciting, but the +latter found that he was working against some impalpable +obstacle to success, the nature of which he +could not divine.</p> + +<p>The boys were as free and as genial with him as +ever. Every one appeared to like him as usual, yet +withal there was an intangible something in the +atmosphere, as it were, which appeared to militate +against his success. Roy often tried to discover the +cause. Was this silent but unmistakable change +toward him, which had lately come over most of the +boys, of his own causing? After much introspection +he could discover no reason for blaming himself.<!-- Page 39 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p>His retirement from the field of college sports had +been more than a nine-days' wonder. All his friends, +not understanding or guessing his motive, expostulated +with him, and time and again urged him to +reconsider his decision. He had remained firm.</p> + +<p>His more immediate friends had long ago ceased +to make the matter a subject of conversation in his +presence, giving him credit for acting from right +intentions, although what these were, now near +Christmas, was as much a mystery to them as they +were on the September day on which he had announced +his withdrawal.</p> + +<p>Others were not so considerate. With a savagery +often found among thoughtless but not necessarily +ill-intentioned boys, they frequently discussed his +"going back on his team,” as they expressed it, in +Roy's presence, with an almost brutal unreserve.</p> + +<p>“If I could play ball as you do, Henning,” said a +coarse-grained youth named Stockley, one day, “I +would call myself a dog in the manger.”</p> + +<p>“And why, please?”asked Henning, who was by +this time getting used to such talk from those whose +opinion he did not value.</p> + +<p>“The old reason. A bird that can sing and won't +sing, ought to be made to sing. The honor of the +college is at stake.”</p> + +<p>“Your motto has no application in this case," +replied Henning. “If I do any injustice to any one +by not playing ball, then I ought to be the bird who +should be made to sing. But I think you will have +some difficulty in proving that I am acting against +justice. As to the honor of the college being at +stake, in that you know as well as I do, if you have +any sense at all, that you are talking sheer nonsense.”</p> + +<p>“I don't know whether I am,” sneered Stockley. +"I am not the only one who thinks there is a nigger<!-- Page 40 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +in the woodpile in this affair. Your cousin was +saying only this morning that he could tell the boys +something why you will not play ball that would +make things mighty ugly for you.”</p> + +<p>“Now look here, Stockley,” said Henning warmly, +"you go and mind your own business and leave me +and Garrett alone or—or it will be decidedly unpleasant +for you.”</p> + +<p>Stockley, coarse as he was, was observant. He +saw Henning's fist close tightly, and he observed the +muscles of his arm swell up for a minute. He discreetly +moved some paces away.</p> + +<p>“When I want your advice upon my conduct," +continued Henning, “I will ask it. Till then, mind +your own affairs, and keep your tongue from wagging +too freely about mine.”</p> + +<p>The young fellow walked away, muttering some +unintelligible words between his teeth. Roy saw no +more of him for several days.</p> + +<p>Henning entered the Philosophy classroom with a +flushed face and an unpleasant frown.</p> + +<p>“What's up, Roy?” asked Ambrose Bracebridge, +seeing that his friend had been suffering some annoyance.</p> + +<p>“Nothing, Brosie; only I have had to talk pretty +freely to one fellow who attempted the mentor +business over me.”</p> + +<p>“Nothing serious, I hope?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no. I merely told him to mind his own +business; that's all.”</p> + +<p>“Do you care to walk?”asked Bracebridge, who +saw Henning was very much annoyed.</p> + +<p>“Yes, come along,” replied Henning.</p> + +<p>They walked some time in the face of a cutting +wind, such as brings tears to the eyes. While facing +it conversation was impossible. Presently they came<!-- Page 41 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +to the base of a wooded hill which afforded them +some shelter. Here they could talk at ease.</p> + +<p>“How much money have you collected, Roy, for +the cage?”asked Ambrose as soon as both had +finished rubbing their chilled cheeks to bring back +the circulation.</p> + +<p>“I have collected sixty-four dollars in cash, but +about eighty-seven has been subscribed. Why do +you ask?”</p> + +<p>“Please do not think me impertinently curious if +I ask you where you keep it.”</p> + +<p>“Certainly not. It is in the drawer of the table +in the dressing-room of the gymnasium. That room +just off the playroom. You know, Ambrose, that +is the place of meeting of all committees of the +various college associations. It's safe there; don't +you think so?”</p> + +<p>“Yes—perhaps,” answered Bracebridge, with +evident hesitation. “I would rather you keep it there +than in your desk, or in your trunk.”</p> + +<p>“Why? You appear uneasy. What's the matter?”</p> + +<p>“It may be foolish of me, but, Roy, I can not help +thinking there is some ugly work being concocted. +No doubt you think I am fanciful, but I have accidentally +overheard here a word and there a word +which I do not like.”</p> + +<p>“From whom?”</p> + +<p>“I can not tell you from whom, because it is all too +vague, and if I mentioned any name I may be doing +an innocent boy a grave injustice. There is a good +deal of talk against you. Many silly fellows have +taken it as a personal affront that you refuse to +play ball.”</p> + +<p>“Pshaw! I——”</p> + +<p>“Wait, old fellow: of course that is all nonsense. +It is no one's business except your own, and their<!-- Page 42 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +talking is not worth your consideration. Nevertheless +there are a few restless spirits here this year, +and it is my opinion they are only waiting their +chance to make trouble for you.”</p> + +<p>“What would you advise me to do, Brosie?”</p> + +<p>“Why not put all the money you have collected +into the hands of the college treasurer? He will take +care of it for you. It will be safer in the office vault +than in the committee room.”</p> + +<p>“I think it would be the better plan, but really I +do not think there is any necessity for it. There is +no one here who would attempt a robbery.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe there is not; but as I said, it is better to +be on the safe side.”</p> + +<p>“All right. Much obliged. I guess I'll take your +advice. Jack Beecham, only yesterday, hinted something +similar to what you have just said about the +ugly spirit against me. I wonder why it should have +arisen, Ambrose, if it really does exist outside of +your imagination. I have done nothing small or +mean to any one. The head and front of my offending +seems to be that I have withdrawn from next +year's ball team. I happen to be a good player. +Personally I regret having to take the course, but +circumstances have occurred, which, in a way, compel +this action. I can not divulge my reasons for +so doing, even to my nearest friends—not even to +Jack or you, Ambrose.”</p> + +<p>“Nor do we wish to know them,” replied Ambrose, +"it is quite sufficient for us to know that you +do not wish to give them. Both Beecham and +Shealey, and of course, myself, have every confidence +in you, and you may rely on our staunch support in +anything that may happen. By the way, how does +the prefect, Mr. Shalford, regard you?”</p> + +<p>“I do not know exactly,” said Henning, cautiously. +<!-- Page 43 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +“You see, he is a great enthusiast for sport and +games among us boys. I know I have vexed him by +my decision. More than once he asked me to retract +it. When I refused to do so, and told him I could +give him no reason, he seemed, or at least I fancied +he seemed, to be cool toward me.”</p> + +<p>“Don't misjudge him, Roy,” said the other, +warmly. “It was only yesterday that he advocated +your cause to half a dozen pessimistic baseball malcontents. +He's all right. Before he had done with +these fellows, they held very different views concerning +you. Still, he has not influenced all in your +favor, for, as you know, not all will take a common-sense +view of things, nor listen to reason.”</p> + +<p>Henning nodded assent.</p> + +<p>“The fact is,” Ambrose continued, “the yard +seems to be dividing or divided into two camps. +One is pro-Henning, the other contra. Therefore, +and I know you will take what I say in the right +spirit, I want you to watch yourself and be quite +careful in what you say and do.”</p> + +<p>“Do you think I shall be attacked?”</p> + +<p>Ambrose glanced over the big form of his friend, +and laughed loudly.</p> + +<p>“Not much. There is no one such a fool as to +invite corporal punishment. But there are a dozen +means of annoying and vexing without resorting to +the lowest means—physical force.”</p> + +<p>“I am really very grateful, Ambrose, for the interest +you take in me. Be sure that, come what may, +you shall never be ashamed of having done so. It +seems to me that, without the slightest fault of my +own, I am placed in a most awkward position. Come +what may, I'll try to do nothing I should afterward +regret.”</p> + +<p>“That's right. I know you will be careful.”<!-- Page 44 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> + +<p>The two shook hands with the warmth of confident +friendship, as they began to retrace their way +to the college.</p> + +<p>On their way home they were joined by Garrett, +who still affected the sky-blue sweater, although he +now wore it under his coat. In the presence of +Garrett the two friends dropped the subject of their +confidences, and the conversation became general.<!-- Page 45 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Little Sisters</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">T<span class="smcaps">IME</span> crept slowly, as it is apt to do with boys at +school. To the St. Cuthbert boys it seemed +as if the year had leaden wings, but at length +the week before Christmas arrived. All were now +in expectation of coming events. If anticipation is +half the joy, then most of the boys were taking their +Christmas pleasures in advance.</p> + +<p>Already the Christmas feeling was in the atmosphere. +In various out-of-the-way places were stored +bunches of holly and cedar and laurel. At all times +of the day when boys where free from lessons, some +one or other would be carrying strange wooden +devices from place to place. Now one would be +seen carrying to some out-of-the-way shed or unused +classroom, wooden stars or double triangles. Another +would partially and often unsuccessfully secrete +a knot of clothesline. There never was such a demand +for fine wire or binding twine.</p> + +<p>All of which meant the mediate preparation for +decorating the chapel, study-hall, refectory, and even +to some extent, the gymnasium. It was a pretty +fiction among the boys that all the preparations had +to be done in secret. It was fiction only, for the real +fact was that, in both divisions, everybody was interested +and everybody knew exactly what everybody +else was doing.</p> + +<p>None entered into the work of remotely preparing +for Christmas more heartily than Roy Henning and +his friends, Bracebridge, Shealey, and Beecham. +<!-- Page 46 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>There is a certain skill required in decorating. To +some this proficiency never comes. It is perhaps an +innate quality. It had never come to Roy Henning: +He was no decorator. He could neither make a +wreath of evergreens, nor cover a device with green +stuff creditably.</p> + +<p>Owing to this defect of at least a certain kind of +artistic temperament, Henning was the subject of a +good amount of banter from his friends. He took +all their teasing good-naturedly, and admitted his +utter inability to make or cover designs.</p> + +<p>“I have been thinking—ouch,” said Henning. +The last word was spontaneous. It came from +sudden pain, caused by the sharp point of a holly +leaf penetrating his finger, which member he immediately +applied to his mouth.</p> + +<p>“By my halidom,” remarked Shealey, “'tis +strange,”</p> + +<p>“Don't do it again,” laughed Bracebridge, “but +learn from experience what an awful and immediate +retribution follows upon such a crime. Hast lost +much blood in this encounter?”</p> + +<p>“I think each of you fellows has a screw loose," +retorted Roy, still sucking his wounded finger. “I +am sure Shealey is <i>non compos mentis</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Sane enough to keep holly thorns out of our +fingers,” retorted Shealey.</p> + +<p>“But, fellows, I really have an idea,” said Henning.</p> + +<p>“Halt! Attention! Stand at ease! Dismiss company!" +shouted Beecham with mock gravity, and +then with a military salute, he said:</p> + +<p>“Now, colonel, I am all attention. What is it?”</p> + +<p>“It's this, boys. It wants but five days to Christmas. +Between now and the great day all our Christmas +boxes will have arrived.”<!-- Page 47 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p>“There's nothing very new in that idea,” answered +Jack Beecham. “History, just at this time of the +year, has the pleasantest way in the world of repeating +itself.”</p> + +<p>“You'll be accused of having brains, Jack,” said +Henning, “if you keep on that way. If it is not too +great a waste of gray matter, or too violent a cerebration +for you, just try to listen to me for a +moment.”</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham fell against the wall, and fanned +himself with his handkerchief.</p> + +<p>“Poor fellow! Isn't it too bad! and so near the +holidays, too,” he said. “Does any one know when +the first symptoms appeared?”Jack turned to +Shealey and Bracebridge. “Hadn't we better call +an ambulance at once?”</p> + +<p>“You'll need one if you don't stop your nonsense +and listen to me,” said Roy, and he doubled up his +great fist. His friends knew Roy's blows, although +given only in jest, and having no desire for sore +bones for Christmas, they were immediately all attention. +Henning laughingly relaxed his muscles +and allowed his hands to fall to his sides.</p> + +<p>“I thought I could bring you fellows to reason," +he remarked.</p> + +<p>“We are all attention. Say on, say on,” they +shouted.</p> + +<p>“My idea is this, then. When we get our Christmas +boxes, we shall each have much more than we +need. Now you know the Little Sisters of the Poor +maintain a large number of men and women in their +institution. Without any settled income, don't you +think it must often be a difficult matter for them to +secure enough for the old people to eat and drink?”</p> + +<p>“Never thought anything about it. Guess it's true, +though; but how does that affect us?”<!-- Page 48 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Just this way,” said Roy. “Let us ask every boy +to give something out of his abundance to provide +a feast for the old people.”</p> + +<p>“Capital idea,” shouted Bracebridge. “I do not +believe there is a boy who would refuse.”</p> + +<p>“I agree with you,” said Jack.</p> + +<p>“But the difficulty is,” remarked Ambrose, “that +we can not feast old folk on cake and nuts and candy. +I suppose this is about all that comes in those boxes.”</p> + +<p>“You mistake,” remarked Roy. “I am sure you +will find all sorts of cooked meats—turkeys, +chickens, geese, and an unlimited supply of canned +meats and delicacies.”</p> + +<p>Bracebridge was surprised, but then he had not +much experience in college Christmas boxes. He +was inclined to be slightly incredulous. This was +Ambrose's second year at St. Cuthbert's. As he had +spent the previous Christmas at home, owing to the +fact that he lived but a few miles from the college, +he had not yet seen the college sights of Christmas +time.</p> + +<p>Had he seen the hundreds of Christmas boxes +arrive a few days before the great feast; had he +learned that one of the smaller study-halls had to be +converted into a temporary boxroom for the holidays; +had he seen the contents of an average Christmas-box +from home, he would have been possessed +by no doubt as to the possibility of the boys, presuming +they were willing, to supply the inmates of the +home for the aged poor with as bounteous a dinner +as heart could desire.</p> + +<p>The proposal appealed to the fancy of our friends. +They went at once to the President to obtain the +necessary permission.</p> + +<p>“I give you leave willingly,” said the head of the +college, “and I am pleased to see my boys cultivating<!-- Page 49 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +a spirit of charity and considerateness for others. It +will bring down God's blessing on you all.”</p> + +<p>“Father, it wasn't our idea at all,” said Jack. “It +originated with——”</p> + +<p>“We have another permission to ask, Father," +interrupted Roy Henning.</p> + +<p>“What next?”said the President, smiling.</p> + +<p>“We would like to be allowed to go and serve the +dinner to the old people some day during the Christmas +week.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me! What would three hundred and fifty +boys do there?”</p> + +<p>“I don't mean everybody, Father.”</p> + +<p>“Whom, then?”</p> + +<p>“Just enough to serve all their tables.”</p> + +<p>“How many inmates are there in the Home?" +asked the Father.</p> + +<p>“About two hundred, I believe,” replied Beecham.</p> + +<p>“Very well, Henning; you may select two dozen +boys to go with you.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you, Father. When may the feast take +place?”</p> + +<p>“Christmas day falls on Monday this year. Suppose +you arrange matters for Wednesday. But +Wednesday night there is to be the Seniors' play, +isn't there?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Father,” said Bracebridge, “but I do not +think that will interfere. We can have the last +rehearsal in the morning, if necessary, or we can be +back by three o'clock in the afternoon.”</p> + +<p>“Very good,” said the genial President; “arrange +everything with your prefect; but remember the +matter drops unless the response is generous among +the students. It would not do to send half a feast.”</p> + +<p>“There won't be any danger of that, Father,” said +Jack Beecham confidently.<!-- Page 50 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Very well. God bless you for your charitable +intentions,” and they were dismissed.</p> + +<p>Beecham was correct. The students, almost to a +man, became enthusiastic over the proposed feast. +Abundance of provisions from the boys' boxes was +donated. Every boy, instinct with the spirit of the +season, gave something and gave it willingly. Some +were offended because they were not allowed to give +as much as their generosity prompted. One or two +who were inadvertently neglected were very much +vexed over not being asked to give their share. +Many wondered why the beautiful idea had not +occurred to them before. Others were so certain in +advance of the success of the banquet that they +then and there proposed to make it an annual occurrence.</p> + +<p>The little black wagon of the Sisters—and who +does not know those wagons! a familiar sight in +nearly every city in the Union—made several trips +to the college on the Wednesday of Christmas week. +Hitherto the boys had paid little attention to this +vehicle as it daily drove modestly to the door of the +kitchen. On this day it came triumphantly into the +boys' yard, amid the lusty cheers of the generous-hearted +lads. Even old “Mike,” the driver, noted +everywhere in town for his delicious brogue, was an +object of special interest.</p> + +<p>Owing to the excitement of the occasion—the +boys afterward declared this most solemnly—the +driver performed the remarkable feat of making the +old gray mare, which had seen almost as many years +as her driver, canter, actually, positively <i>canter</i>, up +to the classroom door where the provisions were +stored. In the after-discussion of this startling event +authentic documents were called for, and as they +were not forthcoming the cantering incident remains<!-- Page 51 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +an historic doubt until this day. This old gray mare +was known——</p> + +<p>The boys would not let the two nuns load the +wagon. There were too many strong arms and +willing hands for that. At last all the boxes were +on the wagon, and old “Mike” mounted his chariot +once more. This was a slow operation, for the old +man's joints were stiff and he was no longer active. +When one of the boys put the lines into his knotted +rheumatic fingers, he broke through his usual taciturnity +and said:</p> + +<p>“You are good boys: good boys. God bless yees +all.”</p> + +<p>“Three cheers for Mike,” shouted a lively +youngster in the crowd. The signal was taken up, +and it is safe to say that the old man never received +such an ovation before in all his life.</p> + +<p>As the leather curtain fell the cheering boys caught +a last glimpse of the faces of two smiling Sisters, +jubilant over the fact that they were carrying home +an unwonted treasure for their old people. When +the wagon had driven clear of the mob of good-natured +boys, Jack Beecham ran alongside, and lifting +the flap said to the Sisters:</p> + +<p>“Twenty of us are coming by eleven o'clock to-morrow. +So you are to do no work. We are going +to set the tables and serve the old people. Please tell +the Mother-Superior that she and the Sisters are to +stand by and give the orders, and we will do the rest.”</p> + +<p>And the feast itself! What a revelation the inside +of the convent was to these gay, careless, happy boys. +The sight of so much pain and suffering and +dependence and resignation was to them a revelation +indeed.</p> + +<p>To Ambrose Bracebridge, who eagerly accepted +the invitation to don an apron and turn waiter for<!-- Page 52 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +the occasion, the scene was one of absorbing interest. +It will be remembered by those who have read the +second book of the series of three which deal with +the fortunes of the St. Cuthbert's students, that at +this time Ambrose was a convert to Catholicism of +about six months' standing, and consequently had +seen little or nothing of the workings of the vast +fields of practical charity within the Catholic Church. +The immense Catholic charities of almost every +imaginable kind which dot the land are so familiar +to ordinary Catholics that they scarcely cause comment +or notice. To Ambrose Bracebridge all was +new and wonderful. As a waiter on the old people +he did not prove a success. He did not do much +serving, but spent most of his time watching the old +people feasting, and the good Sisters looking after +their comfort.</p> + +<p>“A penny for your thoughts,” said the chaplain of +the institution as he came up to Ambrose.</p> + +<p>“I was thinking, Father,” said Ambrose, amid the +rattle of knives and forks, “what a wonderful charity +this is.”</p> + +<p>“Yes? What impresses you most deeply?”</p> + +<p>“The retiring modesty of the Sisters, I think, and +the wonderful way they have of managing these old +people.”</p> + +<p>“Anything else?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I am impressed with the docility and evident +gratitude these old people show toward the Sisters. +How is the institution supported, Father?”</p> + +<p>“By the charity of all classes. Have you not often +seen the Sisters' modest wagon on the streets? It +seems to me that this one charity has touched the +tender spot in the heart of the American people. +Did you ever know a merchant, or a hotel manager, +Catholic or non-Catholic, to refuse the Sisters?”<!-- Page 53 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Never,” replied the boy.</p> + +<p>“Yet, after all, this is Catholic charity working in +only one direction. Did you ever realize what the +Catholic Church is doing for the State in this +country? It seems to me that the State would be +simply overwhelmed if all the Catholic orphanages, +asylums, hospitals, academies, protectories, deaf-mute +institutes, and, above all, the vast system of +parochial schools, which make, literally, a network +of Catholic charity over the land—if, I say, all +these were closed and the State had to do the +work.”</p> + +<p>“Some, of pessimistic view,” continued the chaplain, +who was evidently quite optimistic in his own +views, “are always grumbling over the fact that many +non-Catholic institutions of learning are so richly +endowed, and that Catholics of the country are doing +nothing for education. I believe there never was a +greater mistake. It is true that, as yet, there are +few large Catholic endowments. They will come in +time. The money paid by Catholics in the interest +of Catholic education—and, mind you, at the same +time they are paying their pro rata share of taxes for +the support of all secular institutions, including the +public schools—the money paid by Catholics, I say, +throughout the country, makes a magnificent showing +when compared to the few highly endowed +secular universities.”</p> + +<p>“Is not this a rather optimistic view, Father?" +asked Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>“I do not think so,” was the reply. “Ponder over +it, and you will see that what I say is correct.”</p> + +<p>“Here, you lazy rascal—oh! excuse me, Father—here, +Ambrose, you lazy rascal, get some of that +cranberry sauce from that table. You would not +earn your salt as a waiter, Brosie,” and Roy Hen<!-- Page 54 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>ning, +red-faced and excitedly busy, laughingly +pushed Ambrose in the direction of the sideboard.</p> + +<p>Thus the talk with the chaplain was abruptly +broken off. Nevertheless, Bracebridge had received +much food for thought for future days. He pondered +to good effect, and the result was that his graduation +speech at the end of that year was on “Catholicity, +a State Aid,” which was subsequently the cause of +much comment.</p> + +<p>One event occurred during the old folks' dinner +which was of great interest to some of our friends. +Roy Henning, during the latter part of the feast, +when the demand for the services of the voluntary +waiters was not so urgent, frequently passed a few +words with the chaplain who had acted as a sort of +honorary general superintendent of the banquet.</p> + +<p>On one of these occasions Jack Beecham happened +to be passing with a plate of fruit for the table in +one direction, and Bracebridge was carrying something +in the opposite. Both were near enough to +inadvertently hear portions of what appeared to the +priest to be a very interesting revelation. Both boys +heard the end of a sentence:</p> + +<p>“Seminary! You?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Father, please God.”</p> + +<p>“When?”</p> + +<p>“Next year.”</p> + +<p>“For this diocese?”</p> + +<p>“No, my own.”</p> + +<p>“Ah! I am sorry.”</p> + +<p>Bracebridge and Beecham exchanged glances as +they passed each other. What a revelation was here +for both in regard to Henning's conduct. Did not +this explain a thousand things?</p> + +<p>As soon as the services of the two amateur waiters +could be dispensed with, they came together in one<!-- Page 55 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +corner of the room, and while wiping their fingers +on the aprons the thoughtful Sisters had provided +for them, they eagerly discussed their accidental discovery, +but in a rather curious fashion.</p> + +<p>“Please, Brosie, give me a good kick,” said Jack.</p> + +<p>“Why?” asked his companion.</p> + +<p>“Just to think, numskulls that we are, that we +never thought just this about dear old Roy.”</p> + +<p>“I do not see how we could. Roy never gave us +the slightest hint.”</p> + +<p>“No, but if we were not such ninnies—Oh! I +say, Ambrose, do you think it is true?”</p> + +<p>“No doubt of it. 'Seminary—next year—his +own diocese' tells the tale most conclusively for me.”</p> + +<p>“I'm so glad! If any one of us fellows is worthy +of being a priest, it surely is Roy.”</p> + +<p>“Amen. But why has he kept it such a secret? +Now all his actions are clear to me, although I confess +I think some of them are mistaken or ill-advised.”</p> + +<p>“I won't admit that until I know more,” remarked +loyal Jack.</p> + +<p>“That's right, too. But knowing what we now +know, we can make things much pleasanter for Roy +than they have been so far this year.”</p> + +<p>“Yes; if only for that I am glad we were involuntary +eavesdroppers.”<!-- Page 56 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Something Happens</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">T<span class="smcaps">HE</span> charitable boys returned from the Little +Sisters early in the afternoon, aglow with the +warmth of their own good deeds, in time to +take a rest and an early supper, and put themselves +in good condition for the play that evening. It was +the Seniors' night, and they were to present “Richelieu” +for the first time at St. Cuthbert's in years. The +last performance of that great play, ten years ago, +had been a brilliant success. The present generation +of student actors were nervously anxious to equal, +and, if such a thing were possible, to excel the reputation +of the bygone players.</p> + +<p>To make the situation more critical, several of the +old boys who had taken part in the play at its former +presentation had been invited to witness its reproduction. +Six or seven, stirred by the memories of +old times, had accepted the invitation. They were +the welcome guests of the college for Christmas +week. It can, then, be well understood that this play +was to be the great event of the holidays.</p> + +<p>The afternoon passed quickly and already the +college theater was lighted. Already the boys had +more or less noisily scrambled to secure the best +positions. Suddenly the footlights shot up, sending +a thrill of expectancy through the audience. Amid +a rather unmeaning applause, for as yet it was certainly +unearned, the orchestra took their places.</p> + +<p>Before the curtain, much expectancy; behind it a +much larger amount of suppressed excitement.<!-- Page 57 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +Some of the actors were busy scanning over their +lines for the last time, and with regretful haste, sorry +now that they had not taken more to heart the advice +of the trainer and committed them to memory better. +Others were thronging around the busy make-up +man, getting into his way, and—as always happens—upsetting +the spirit-gum used to fasten on artificial +mustaches and beards.</p> + +<p>Roy Henning, in the scarlet robe and white fur +tippet of <i>Richelieu</i>, nervously tugged at a blue silk +ribbon which was around his neck, and patiently +waited his turn for his make-up.</p> + +<p>Shealey was <i>De Mauprat</i> and looked well in a +black velvet suit. Ambrose Bracebridge had a +decidedly comical appearance in a Capuchin's brown +habit and cord, with fleshlings and sandals, as the +monk, <i>Joseph</i>. Ernest Winters, who this year had +been promoted to the large yard, was to impersonate +<i>Richelieu's</i> page, <i>François</i>, and certainly his brother +Claude would have been proud of him could he have +seen at this moment how fine he looked in his handsome +doublet and trunks.</p> + +<p>The play had been slightly modified to allow of +its presentation by college students. The <i>Julie de +Mortemar</i> had been for this occasion metamorphosed +in <i>Julius de Mortemar</i>, and was consequently nephew +instead of niece of the great cardinal. The adaptation +of the lines had been cleverly done, so the +transposition of this character did not greatly injure +the play.</p> + +<p>Behind the curtain the actors could hear faintly +the squeakings and tunings of the orchestra violins. +Presently the first overture began, and the actors +knew their time had come. The manager, with a +commendable horror of delays and stage waits, and +knowing that anything of that kind would ruin the<!-- Page 58 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +very best production, had everything arranged for +the opening scene when the music ceased.</p> + +<p>The manager's little bell rings once, twice, and up +rises the curtain on the drinking scene in <i>Marion de +Lorme's</i> house. The great play of the year had +begun. Is it not strange that so many really good +plays open with a drinking or carousing scene? At +best, there is nothing elevating in them, and it takes +the finest kind of professionalism to make them even +tolerable. The St. Cuthbert's college boys were not +professionals. The consequence was that the first +scene went but slowly.</p> + +<p>It was not until Henning, magnificently costumed +as <i>Richelieu</i>, entered, in the second scene, that any +of the players appeared at their ease. The round of +applause which greeted his entrance with <i>Joseph</i> +seemed to steady the actors and give them confidence.</p> + +<p>There now occurred a strange thing during this +scene, which led to much talk and fruitless speculation +for many subsequent days. Henning made a +good entrance. He began his lines in a rich baritone:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Richelieu</i>—"And so you think this new conspiracy<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The craftiest trap yet laid for the old fox?—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fox!—Well, I like the nickname! What did Plutarch<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Say of the Greek Lysander?”<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Joseph</i>—"I forget.”<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Richelieu</i>—"That where the lion's skin fell short he eked it<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Out with the fox's. A great statesman, Joseph,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That same Lysander.”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Just as Henning had finished the rendering of the +sentence, “That where the lion's skin fell short he +eked it out with the fox's,” there was heard from the +far right-hand corner of the hall a loud, distinct +sound—one word. Clear and resonant, every one +in the hall and the actors on the stage heard it distinctly. +As nearly as letters will represent the sound<!-- Page 59 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +it was “UGH,” The intonation of the one syllable +was such as to convey without doubt to the hearers +that the perpetrator regarded the words of the cardinal +as practically applicable to the actor himself.</p> + +<p>Many heads were momentarily turned in the +direction whence the sound had come. Henning himself +gave a rapid glance to the corner of the hall. +As he did so, he saw his cousin Garrett drop his head +and look fixedly at the floor.</p> + +<p>Boys at a Christmas play do not usually fix their +gaze on the floor. Henning felt that, for some +reason or other, his cousin had made the interruption. +For what purpose? Roy could not imagine. That +it was Garrett there was no shadow of a doubt, for +the actor plainly recognized the blue sweater his +cousin wore constantly. Perhaps after all this time, +thought Roy, his cousin was now trying to “get +even” with him, as he had promised, for refusing to +accompany Garrett to that carpet dance during the +summer. Roy loyally put this thought out of his +mind, but in doing this he was more mystified than +ever, as it left him without a motive which could +explain the curious action.</p> + +<p>Fortunately for the success of the play the intended +interruption, and probably intended insult, did not +sufficiently distract Henning to the extent of spoiling +the scene. There was a pause but for a moment. +"A great statesman, Joseph, that same Lysander," +he repeated, and thus recovering himself, the play +went on without further interruption to a most successful +finish.</p> + +<p>The next day the attempted spoiling of the scene +was the general subject of conversation. Many boys +were uncertain who made the attempt. Henning did +not refer to the matter when Garrett approached +him. He accepted the many congratulations without<!-- Page 60 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +evidence of either pleasure or displeasure, merely +politely bowing. He appeared indifferent to praise +or blame from his cousin. When, however, among +his own special coterie of friends he was by no means +passive.</p> + +<p>After breakfast the Philosophers met in their own +classroom, which, as we have before stated, was a +sort of clubroom for them. Everybody crowded +around Roy. Some shook his hand vigorously, +others patted him patronizingly on the shoulders, +assuring him that he was “the stuff” without deigning +to explain their use of that word; others, in their +enthusiasm, thumped him on the back, and Ernest +Winters, who because he had taken part in the play, +had been allowed to come up to the classroom, +presented him, amid the profoundest salaams, with +a bouquet of paper flowers surrounded by cabbage +leaves which he had purloined from the kitchen.</p> + +<p>“Ye done rale good, an' this is fer yees,” said the +young rascal.</p> + +<p>“He did that,” said Jack Beecham, and turning to +Roy he continued: “If I knew who it was who tried +to rattle you, I would——”</p> + +<p>“What?”asked Roy.</p> + +<p>“I would—would punch his head,” replied Jack, +and manner, look, and gesture showed how pugilistic +were his inclinations at that moment.</p> + +<p>“Who was it, Roy?”he continued, “I wasn't on +the stage just at that time, you know.”</p> + +<p>“I do not know,” replied Henning slowly.</p> + +<p>“Mental reservation,” said Bracebridge laughing.</p> + +<p>“I do not know,” repeated Roy, and his friends +could get no more out of him.</p> + +<p>“By the way,” said George McLeod, “are you +going to finish taking the subscriptions for the +pitcher's cage to-day, Roy?”<!-- Page 61 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Yes,” answered Roy. “The boys seem to have +plenty of money now, and we want only about +twenty-six dollars more.”</p> + +<p>“That's splendid,” said George, “we must have +that cage ready by the time classes begin again after +the Christmas holidays.”</p> + +<p>“That reminds me,” said Henning, aside to Ambrose +Bracebridge, “that I forgot to take that money +out of the table-drawer and place it with the +treasurer. I intended to do it every day for several +days past, but every time I put more money in I +forget all about it.”</p> + +<p>A shade of vexation passed over Bracebridge's +bright features. He said:</p> + +<p>“I am sorry you forgot. It would be much safer +with the treasurer of the college. But I suppose it's +all right, anyway.”</p> + +<p>“I have seven dollars in my pocket now belonging +to the fund. Let us go over to the playroom, boys, +and I will unlock the drawer and take the money to +the treasurer for safe-keeping.”</p> + +<p>The group of boys left the classroom and went +diagonally across the yard to the playroom, which +was situated under a large study-hall, and was a +half-basement room.</p> + +<p>There were about two dozen boys in the playroom +when our friends entered it. As Roy passed up the +long room, first one and then another complimented +the <i>Richelieu</i> of the previous evening on his fine +acting. Roy's cheeks flushed with pleasure. There +was some of that semiconscious gentleness of perfect +success about him. He was experiencing some of +the pleasantest moments he had ever spent at St. +Cuthbert's.</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham took the key from Roy and unlocked +the door of the sports-committee room. The<!-- Page 62 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +group that had recently left the classroom entered, +those in the playroom paying little attention to them. +Boys were accustomed to see various groups enter +the small room for the purpose of discussing various +sporting events and conditions of the college games.</p> + +<p>“How much have you collected, Roy?”asked Tom +Shealey.</p> + +<p>“About seventy-two dollars—seventy-nine with +this in my pocket. Wait; we'll see in a minute.”</p> + +<p>He felt in his pocket for a small bunch of keys, +but could not find them.</p> + +<p>“There! I have left my keys in my desk. Wait a +moment, boys, and I'll be back,” and he started for +the classroom.</p> + +<p>“What a dastardly thing that attempt last night +was,” said one of the company.</p> + +<p>“I guess Roy knows who it was well enough," +remarked Tom Shealey, “but cousin or no cousin, +if he did such a thing to me, I would have to get a +very satisfactory explanation, or by the nine gods +he would pay dearly for it.”</p> + +<p>“But Henning is too generous to take any further +notice of it,” said a boy named White, “but I +wonder whether Mr. Shalford will move in the +matter at all.”</p> + +<p>“Haven't the least idea,” said Shealey. “I do not +see what he could do exactly. It seems to me it +were better to let the matter drop, and I am sure that +is Roy's wish too. Treat it with the silent contempt +it deserves.”</p> + +<p>Which speech shows that Shealey was not always +consistent.</p> + +<p>Ambrose agreed with him, although at the time +he was furiously angry. As <i>Joseph</i> in the play he +was close to Richelieu, and beneath the disguising +grease-paint on Henning's face he saw the hot<!-- Page 63 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +flushes of passion rise, for a moment. Ambrose +thought that Roy was going to address the interrupter, +but he saw him check himself in time to save +a scene that would indeed have been memorable.</p> + +<p>“Go on, Roy,” Ambrose had whispered. “A great +statesman, Joseph, that same Lysander.”</p> + +<p>Henning took the cue from Ambrose, and although +trembling with suppressed indignation his friend +knew the play was saved.</p> + +<p>“Where on earth is that Roy all this time?”asked +Beecham.</p> + +<p>Just at that moment that young man reappeared, +red, and out of breath.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I say, fellows, forgive me for keeping you +waiting so long, but Mr. Shalford caught me in the +yard, and—and, really, he was very complimentary.”</p> + +<p>“Is he going to find out who attempted the interruption +last night?”asked young McLeod.</p> + +<p>“Not if I can help it, George,” replied Roy.<!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Who?</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">“H<span class="smcaps">AVE</span> you your keys, Roy?” asked Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>“Yes, here they are.”</p> + +<p>Henning moved to the end of the table where +the drawer was, and picked out the key which was +to unlock the table drawer.</p> + +<p>By this time all were engaged in a general discussion +as to the kind of pitcher's cage which should +be procured.</p> + +<p>“I can not make up my mind,” said Roy, as he +inserted the key into the lock, “whether to recommend +the committee to get a wire backstop, or a +canvas one.”He had now opened the drawer and +was feeling mechanically for his subscription book.</p> + +<p>“I think a canvas one will be better because it +will not be so hard on the balls, and be less noisy, +too. Why! where is my book—Ah! here it is.”</p> + +<p>He drew out from the drawer the book containing +the list of donors. In the back of the book Henning +had made a rough sketch of what he supposed was +wanted as a pitcher's cage. He showed it to the +boys.</p> + +<p>“Who's the artist?”asked Jack.</p> + +<p>“Your humble servant,” replied Roy.</p> + +<p>“H'm! Perspective all out. It looks two miles +long. I guess the grease-paint man of last night +could do better than that.”</p> + +<p>“That's what you say, Jack,” answered Roy good-naturedly; +"I would like to see you do as well, anyway.”<!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p>Jack Beecham was not in earnest. Henning had +caught him winking to the others while decrying +his work.</p> + +<p>“Well,” continued Roy, as he put his hand again +into the drawer, “I would not ask Mr. John Beauchamps—to +draw—for me—a—a barn door—Great +heavens! Where's that money! I can't feel +it anywhere in the drawer,” </p> + +<p>All this time Henning's forearm was in the drawer +and his fingers were nervously searching for the +bag.</p> + +<p>“Give yourself more room. Open the drawer +wider, you goose,” said Beecham.</p> + +<p>Henning pushed back his chair so suddenly that +it fell. He pulled out the drawer to its full length. +Then taking out the contents of the drawer he put +them excitedly on the table. There was a large +leather blotter, with pouches, a pad of athletic club +letterheads, a lot of spoiled half sheets of foolscap, +about a quire of clean paper, and a few small miscellaneous +articles.</p> + +<p>“Did you have the money in a purse?”asked +Bracebridge, who could not keep his anxiety out of +his voice.</p> + +<p>“No; it was in one if those yellow bank canvas +bags.”</p> + +<p>“Look again through the pile of papers and be +sure it is not there.”</p> + +<p>They all searched. The money was gone.</p> + +<p>Those who saw Henning at that moment pitied +him from the bottom of their hearts. For a few +seconds he stood as one dazed. When he realized +the force of the catastrophe which had happened to +him he turned ghastly pale. His lips became livid. +Around them were distinct white lines.</p> + +<p>For a moment the six boys stood in perfect<!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +silence. Ambrose Bracebridge seemed afraid to look +at his friend.</p> + +<p>Henning stood as one dazed, not at present seeming +to realize all of the untoward thing that had +happened to him. It seemed to him as if he were +under water and could not breathe. He panted for +breath. A moment or two later a reaction set in +and the blood rushed to his head, making his sight +waver and his temples throb, and reddening his face +to crimson. He felt as if he were falling forward, +yet he remained motionless.</p> + +<p>“Fetch Mr. Shalford, Ernest, but tell him nothing. +Say we want him at once,” whispered Bracebridge +to young Winters. The boy slipped out noiselessly +and it is doubtful if any one except the last speaker +noticed or knew of his departure. In half a minute +Mr. Shalford came in. As he pushed the door open +he saw the standing group, and began to laugh.</p> + +<p>“High tragics, eh? Are you all posing for a +tableau? Where's the camera? What! What on +earth is the matter with you boys? Speak some of +you; what has happened?”</p> + +<p>They certainly did look a lot of frightened boys. +Suddenly Roy regained the power of speech. With +a full realization of his own predicament he threw +up his hands in a despairing attitude.</p> + +<p>“Oh, oh, oh! I shall be branded as a thief,” </p> + +<p>Then he dropped on his knees and buried his face +in his arms on the table.</p> + +<p>“That's quite dramat——”again began Mr. Shalford, +but suddenly checked himself. He now saw +there was something woefully wrong.</p> + +<p>A moment before Roy Henning had a strong inclination +to burst out laughing at his ridiculous +position, but his self-control was too great to permit +him to give way to the nervous hilarity of misfor<!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>tune. +Just as Mr. Shalford entered the room the +thought flashed across his mind of the consequences +at home for him. What would his stern father say! +Then a momentary thought of his mother's grief—and +he gave way.</p> + +<p>Who can blame him? Roy was as yet only a boy, +after all. At present he lacked the stability and poise +of later years. Fifteen or twenty years later he +would have borne the crash of a financial misfortune +with a certain kind of equanimity. But he was +young yet, living in boy-world, with all a boy's +thoughts and feelings. And he wept. Do not blame +him. It is more than probable that under the same +circumstances you and I, and a hundred others, if +we ever had a spark of boy nature, or boy feeling +about us, would have done the same, and not thought +it derogatory either.</p> + +<p>Mr. Shalford, putting his hand on Roy's shoulder +in a kindly way, said:</p> + +<p>“What is wrong, Roy? What has happened? +Your friends do not want to see you in this way.”</p> + +<p>The poor boy raised his head from his arm.</p> + +<p>“It's gone. The money's gone. My character is +ruined,” </p> + +<p>“That is not so, my boy. Be sensible. No one +in his senses will ever accuse you. How much was +taken?”</p> + +<p>“All, sir, except seven dollars in my pocket.”</p> + +<p>“But how much?”</p> + +<p>“Seventy-two dollars.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me! dear me! Seventy-two dollars! Why +did you keep so large a sum in a place like this, +Roy?”</p> + +<p>“If I had a particle of common-sense I would have +taken Bracebridge's advice long ago. He recommended +putting it away safely two weeks ago, but +<!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>I forgot to do it. What a fool I was—fool! fool,” </p> + +<p>“Don't say that, my boy. Come, cheer up. There +is not a shadow of moral wrong for you in the whole +affair. It's a misfortune for you, truly. You can +bear that bravely. We may catch the thief yet.”</p> + +<p>“Yes; but, sir, I shall be suspected. Many fellows +will point the finger at me. Oh!—oh! I think I +had better go home and give up all my plans.”</p> + +<p>Give up all his plans! In the bitterness of his heart +he thought that all was ruined, that the secret hopes +of a vocation were now irretrievably lost, character +gone, opportunities wasted. Well, Roy Henning was +not the first and will not be the last of those who, +when sudden misfortune comes, grow exceedingly +pessimistic and want to give up. This was the first +great grief of Roy's life. All the petty annoyances +he had suffered from Garrett and his undesirable +clique sank into insignificance in the face of this +overwhelming calamity. Oh, why had he not +followed Bracebridge's advice, and, days ago, put +the money out of his own keeping!</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he said again, “I think I had better +leave——”</p> + +<p>“No, no, no, no, Roy,” came the chorus from his +friends.</p> + +<p>“If you do so, now, Roy,” said Mr. Shalford, who +motioned silence to the others, “you make the mistake +of your life. You give your enemies—I mean +those ill-disposed toward you, if there are any—a +free field, and unlimited opportunities to vilify you. +You can not, you must not go.”</p> + +<p>“But I must.”</p> + +<p>“No, no, you must not, Roy.”</p> + +<p>“But I must, sir. Oh, I can't stand it,” </p> + +<p>“Well, if you must, think over your friends' sorrow +at such a course.”<!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Sir?”asked the bewildered boy, not at all understanding.</p> + +<p>“I say, think of our sorrow, your friend's sorrow +at such a step. And, Roy, think of your mother's +sorrow! A son with a blighted name! Don't you +see that by running away now you make a tacit confession +of some guilt? No, you must not go,” </p> + +<p>Long ago Mr. Shalford had surmised what were +Henning's intentions and aspirations for a future +career. He saw this affair would be an occasion of +trying the very soul of the boy before him, and that +it would either make or break him. He thought, and +correctly, that he knew the character of the youth +now in such deep trouble, and he was anxious that +he should make no false step. He looked Roy +straight in the eye, and said seriously:</p> + +<p>“Definitely, you must not go,” and then, as calmly +as he had spoken before, he made use of a somewhat +enigmatic expression: “Eagles live on mountain +heights where storms are strongest.”</p> + +<p>A quick glance from Henning told the prefect that +the boy understood him, and the saying also told the +boy that the prefect had divined his intention accurately. +Mr. Shalford had thought the words and +the glance would be understood by himself and Henning +only. In this he was mistaken. Two boys, +who had overheard Roy's words to the chaplain at +the Little Sisters, understood perfectly.</p> + +<p>“Very well, sir. I stay,” said Roy.</p> + +<p>“That is right; that is sensible,” said Mr. Shalford, +but in a moment Henning burst out, with an +agony in his voice that was piteous:</p> + +<p>“Oh, the shame of being suspected! What shall +I do! What shall I do,” </p> + +<p>“Let me think what is best to do,” said Mr. Shalford, +who walked up and down the room once or<!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +twice. He realized that it was a critical moment in +Henning's life, and he wanted to gain a little time. +He decided that it was wisest to get Henning away +from the scene of his misfortune at least for a few +hours.</p> + +<p>“What you will do now is this, all of you. You—Henning, +Bracebridge, Beecham, and Shealey, will +go out at once for a long tramp, buy your dinners +somewhere, and do not come home till dark. Have +you plenty of money?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir; yes, sir, lots of it,” answered the delighted +three who were not in trouble.</p> + +<p>“I don't think——”began the despondent Henning.</p> + +<p>“That's right; just now do not think,” said the +energetic prefect. “It will do no good. Walk and +talk instead. Come home tired out, all of you.”</p> + +<p>Three out of the group were enthusiastic over the +plan. But there were two other very long faces just +then. George McLeod and Ernest Winters were not +included in the generous proposal.</p> + +<p>“I say, Mr. Shalford, may not the kids come, +too?”asked Tom Shealey.</p> + +<p>“The kids! Whom do you mean?”and the prefect +turned and saw two very disconsolate faces. He +thought for a moment.</p> + +<p>“Let—me—see. Records clear, Ernest? George?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir,” answered the two, their hopes rising.</p> + +<p>“How were your notes in the Christmas competitions?”</p> + +<p>“Pretty good, sir, eighty-two,” answered Ernest.</p> + +<p>“Fine, sir, mine were eighty-nine,” answered +McLeod for himself.</p> + +<p>In the meantime Mr. Shalford had caught Henning's +eye. By a slight raising of his eyelids he +wordlessly inquired if the company of these smaller<!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +boys would be acceptable. Roy answered by an +almost imperceptible affirmative movement of the +head.</p> + +<p>“Very well, then,” the prefect said, “I suppose +you both may go, too, but it's only another weakness +on my part, letting small boys out all day. You big +boys must take care of them.”</p> + +<p>“Whoop,” shouted Ernest vociferously, and even +the disconsolate Henning smiled at Ernest's resemblance +in voice and manner to Claude, his brother, +especially under stress of any pleasurable excitement.</p> + +<p>“Of course I will set about investigating this +money matter at once,” resumed Mr. Shalford, “and +you six here had better keep the whole matter a +secret, at least for a time.”</p> + +<p>This injunction was useless. The prefect, this +time, had reckoned without his host. At his own +exclamation of surprise at the discovery of the theft, +several boys who were in the large playroom, +crowded around the door, unobserved by the prefect, +whose back was toward them. Already the fact was +known in the yard to some extent. Already had +little excited groups begun to discuss the startling +event.<!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">A Day's Adventure</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">M<span class="smcaps">R. SHALFORD</span> at once told the President of the +theft, and what he had arranged for Henning. +The head of the college agreed with the prefect +in thinking that a day's outing for Roy would +be the best distraction he could get. A change of +scenery and of faces would be beneficial, and prevent +the unfortunate boy's mind from dwelling too morbidly +on his misfortune while the event was still +fresh.</p> + +<p>“Why, why, why! What's this? Boys out of +bounds? Where are you going? Dear me, dear +me,” </p> + +<p>The President, with a merry twinkle in his eyes, +shook his gray locks, and a long finger, at the six +boys whom he purposely met on the snow-covered +lawn in front of the college.</p> + +<p>“Where are you going?”he asked again.</p> + +<p>“We hardly know yet, Father,” said Jack +Beecham. “We have only a few minutes ago obtained +permission from Mr. Shalford for a day +off.”</p> + +<p>“A day off! and what do you expect to do with +it?”</p> + +<p>“Take a good tramp, buy our dinners at a farmhouse, +and have a good time, Father.”</p> + +<p>“H—hm! Have a good time, eh? Well, that's +right. You can all be trusted. Hope you will enjoy +yourselves. Wait. Where are your skates? If I +were you I would take them with me. In your<!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +journeying you may come across a frozen pond, +and then you would regret being without them.”</p> + +<p>“That's a good idea, Father. We will go back and +get them,” said Jack.</p> + +<p>“Do, and meet me here before you start.”</p> + +<p>The boys turned back into the yard, and the +President went to his office. A few minutes later he +met the boys. He was carrying a good sized +parcel.</p> + +<p>“Were you not some of the charitable boys who, +out of their abundance, provided the old folks with +a feast yesterday?”</p> + +<p>Not one of those engaged in that enterprise answered, +but Ernest Winters said:</p> + +<p>“Yes, Father, these four big fellows were some +of them and I think they are all a set of mean +fellows.”</p> + +<p>The four, and the President, too, looked surprised.</p> + +<p>“Why do you think that, my child?”he asked.</p> + +<p>“Because they didn't give any of us smaller boys +a chance to give anything toward the feast.”</p> + +<p>The four big “mean” fellows burst into a laugh.</p> + +<p>“Never mind, Ernie, this time,” said Jack +Beecham, “we had too much anyway. You shall +have a chance for the next spread.”</p> + +<p>The President smiled at Ernest's vehemence, and +at the nature of his charge.</p> + +<p>“On your way,” he said to Henning, “I want you +to call at the Little Sisters and give them this +package. I learned last night that although your +dinner there was a great success yesterday, still there +are many poor creatures, both men and women, who +are in the infirmaries and could not attend. Here +are a couple of boxes of cigars for these old men, +and two boxes of candy for the old women.”</p> + +<p>The boys were delighted to be given such a<!-- Page 74 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +mission. A bright smile of welcome spread over the +features of the Sister who answered the door, when +she saw these college boys again.</p> + +<p>“Come into the parlor, young gentlemen, and I +will call Mother.”</p> + +<p>The Superioress soon came. She was profuse in +her thanks for what the students had done that week +for her charges.</p> + +<p>“May God bless you all,” she said. “Our old +people, since yesterday's dinner, have done nothing +but talk about the kindness of the young gentlemen +in remembering them. Many extravagantly funny, +and some really comical things were said in your +praise,” and the nun's eyes twinkled and a smile +stole around the corners of her mouth at the remembrance +of many a quaint bit of Irish humor from +the old men.</p> + +<p>“Oh, tell us some of the things, Mother,” said the +impetuous young Winters.</p> + +<p>“I am unable to reproduce any of it. I should +only spoil it if I were to attempt it. You must come +and hear them yourselves some day.”</p> + +<p>Henning then told her their mission.</p> + +<p>“Please convey my thanks to the President. All +of you must visit the infirmaries and distribute the +gifts.”</p> + +<p>Whether this is what the President intended—we +are inclined to think it is—that visit was the +very best thing that could have happened to Henning +in his present frame of mind. There is nothing like +witnessing the sorrow and misery of others to make +us think less of our own. For the first time in his +life Henning was face to face and in close touch with +pain and suffering and disease and all the calamities +of impoverished old age. What was a misfortune +like his to that of being doubled and rendered help<!-- Page 75 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>less +by rheumatism? Here one was totally blind, +but marvelously patient. There another whose distorted +hands rendered her powerless to help herself. +Another had to be lifted and tended and fed as a +little child in the helplessness of old age and years +of sickness. Yet all, under the fostering charity of +the nuns, were clean, docile, grateful, and as cheerful +as their condition would permit. Yes, the visit +was very beneficial to Henning.</p> + +<p>It is true that Roy's greatest distress was, after all, +in the anticipation of what was to come. He knew +there were many who were by no means kindly disposed +toward him. Would these set afloat rumors +and reports? Would they attempt to blacken his +character? He greatly feared they would.</p> + +<p>The chagrin caused by having lost the money +entrusted to him through want of a little prudential +forethought, or through mere forgetfulness of what +he had the intention of doing, was bad enough. The +imputations and the innuendos he dreaded far more. +He realized that life could be made very bitter for +him. But after all, what was all he might have to +suffer, even granting the gloomiest view of the +future to be the actual one, in comparison to the +chronic and hopeless pains of these poor people in +the Sisters' infirmaries?</p> + +<p>He left the convent in a much more cheerful frame +of mind than he had experienced since the discovery +of the theft. His companions gladly saw the change. +They did their utmost during the long tramp over +the hills, by quip and prank and song and jest, to +make the time pass pleasantly.</p> + +<p>It was a splendid day for a winter's walk. It is +true there was no sun, but neither was there a breath +of cold air stirring. There was an even gray sky, +a motionless atmosphere, and just sufficient snow<!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +to accentuate the beauties of a winter landscape, but +not enough to envelop everything in an indiscriminating +white pall. It was an ideal winter day in +which to be outdoors.</p> + +<p>The fresh snow that had fallen during the night +and early morning remained on the trees, loading +down every branch and twig. The well-known +bridle-path through the woods, along which the boys +passed merrily, had a double carpet, the upper one +of snow, and beneath that a spreading of dry autumn +leaves.</p> + +<p>The great charm of a windless snow-covered +forest is the absolute silence that prevails. Nothing +was heard by the travelers save the distant occasional +bark of a shepherd-dog, or a far-off train whistle, +sounding like a dismal appeal for help, and subconsciously +regarded by the hearers as an irreverent +intrusion upon the silence of the solitude. Once in +a while from an overweighted bough the soft snow +would fall, but with a muffled sound as if fearful of +breaking nature's sabbath calm.</p> + +<p>As the boys traveled merrily on, here and there +they saw the “vestigia” of birds or rabbits, and once +they discovered what they supposed to be deer tracks +in the snow. Descending to a pretty hollow they saw +a scene which delighted them immensely. In the +bottom of the hollow, which in the summer time was +a beautiful glade in the forest, there was standing +out alone with a clear space around it, a magnificent +snow-laden spruce tree. Each graceful downward +curve of the limbs sustained its load of pure white +snow. The symmetry of the forest king was unmarred, +but appeared glorified by its covering of +whiteness.</p> + +<p>The six were enraptured. They gazed long at +the beautiful sight and would have delayed much<!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +longer had not Jack Beecham, who had assumed a +temporary leadership of the excursion, warned them +of the unwisdom of staying too long in one place.</p> + +<p>A little farther along they saw an ideal winter +scene. A large, comfortable farmhouse, with all the +sheds and barns of a well-kept farm, lay at their feet +under a mantle of white. From the broad chimney +arose a straight column of blue smoke, telling of +warmth within. In the barnyard were several head +of comfortable looking sheep and fat cattle were +contentedly ruminating in the shelter of a huge straw +stack. One of the inmates of this cosy looking farmhouse +had, probably unconsciously, added the last +touch to complete the artistic effect of this scene of +gray and white. In the door yard on a clothesline +were three or four brilliantly red woolen shirts which +heightened by contrast the more somber colors of +the scene.</p> + +<p>“That's our Mecca if the fates be propitious,” said +Tom Shealey, as the boys were viewing the scene +here described from an elevated point at least a mile +away.</p> + +<p>“It is a comfortable looking house and doubtless +has a well-stocked larder. I wonder if the Dowsibel +of the Kitchen could be induced to turn a spit for us.”</p> + +<p>“'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished,” observed +Beecham, “for already I believe I could eat +a couple of sheep and a Michaelmas goose.”</p> + +<p>The boys had already walked a good seven miles. +All were beginning to feel tired and to realize the +necessity of a good meal.</p> + +<p>“Suppose we can not be entertained there?”suggested +Ernest Winters.</p> + +<p>“Then we shall have to tramp on till we find a +place where we can be—perhaps ten miles more," +said Roy Henning teasingly.<!-- Page 78 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<p>“O—oh,” groaned Ernest. Roy laughed.</p> + +<p>“Well, do not despair, little one. Nine miles from +here I know of a wayside hostelry where we may +perhaps get some year old crackers and eggs, with +an apology for coffee, and have the privilege of paying +Delmonico prices.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, oh! Nine miles—oh! Sixteen miles and +crackers! Oh,” groaned Winters again. All burst +out laughing at the comical look of despair Ernest's +face had assumed.</p> + +<p>“Look here, Ernie,” said Roy again,“if it comes +to the worst we can eat our shoes and our skate +straps, and our gloves for dessert.”</p> + +<p>During their chatter they had continued their walk +down the hillside toward the comfortable-looking +farm. When about half way down the road they +saw a jolly looking, red-faced man—in the clear +atmosphere they could easily distinguish his red face—come +out of the farmhouse, take his stand on the +stoop or veranda, shade his eyes with his hand, and +look a long time at the approaching boys.</p> + +<p>“We shall know our fate in a few minutes,” said +Jack Beecham in a tragic whisper to Ernest. “If +we are not welcome he will set his savage dogs on +us as soon as we get near enough, and then we shall +be hungry orphans out in the cold world, sure +enough.”</p> + +<p>But no such catastrophe occurred. After gazing +a few minutes the man went into the house and +closed the door. The boys opened the yard gate +with trepidation, fearful of the onslaught of some +vicious watchdog, and more afraid than they would +have been owing to the rascal Jack's ominous forecast +of the possibilities. To their great relief no +canine enemy appeared.</p> + +<p>All they saw pleased them. There was an air of<!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +prosperous, generous plenty everywhere. The hay-mows +were bursting with sweet-smelling hay. The +wheat barn was congested with unthreshed grain. +The cows, pigs, and sheep were fat, and evidently +well cared for. Repose was everywhere. In such +a place as this, thought Roy, life must be well worth +the living.</p> + +<p>“Cave canem,” whispered Bracebridge, as he +espied the watchdog lying on the porch of the house. +This old Roman warning, “Beware of the dog” was, +on this occasion, unnecessary, for when the animal +saw the visitors he merely wagged his tail and did +not take the trouble to stir. He seemed too fat and +too contented with life to care about molesting a +mere parcel of college boys, and his instinct told him +they did not belong to the genus tramp.</p> + +<p>As they reached the porch of the house the good-natured +looking man who had watched them coming +down the hillside opened the door. The boys noticed +that he had put on his coat to welcome them. While +making his observations he had been in his shirt-sleeves.</p> + +<p>“Welcome, young gentlemen. Come right in by +the fire,” was his hearty greeting. “Mother, Mother! +Here are some young gentlemen from Cuthberton,” +he called to some one in the large living-room.</p> + +<p>A kind, motherly woman appeared in the doorway. +She was clad in a warm homemade linsey dress, +with a white handkerchief over her shoulders, and +white muslin cuffs to match. A black lace coif +surmounted her snow-white hair. The boys saw a +very smiling, kindly face in the doorway greeting +them.</p> + +<p>“Welcome, welcome, my dears. You are welcome. +But, please, scrape the snow off your shoes before +you come in. I am very particular about that, am<!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +I not, Roland?”and she glanced affectionately at +the big man beside her.</p> + +<p>“Yes, yes, indeed she is,” he remarked humorously. +"Would you believe it, gentlemen, she leads +me an awful life about my dirty boots—awful—awful,” </p> + +<p>“Roland,” said the elderly lady, “how you do +talk,”</p> + +<p>The husband gave a sly, comical wink to the boys, +who immediately understood the nature of the +amicable bantering which they soon found was going +on constantly between these two.</p> + +<p>“Take off your overcoats, my dears, and come up +to the fire. You must be cold. There's no wind, +but it's near zero. And did ye walk all the way, from +St. Cuthbert's College? You must all be tired.”</p> + +<p>She saw at once they were college boys.</p> + +<p>“Did ye now! Well now! well! well! My! but +that's a long way to walk. Roland, go ye and get +another hickory back log, and start a good blaze. +Now sit ye there and warm yourselves. I'll be back +in a minute or two,” and the kindly woman put down +her knitting and bustled out of the room.</p> + +<p>“This is fine,” said Tom Shealey. “We are in +luck for sure.”</p> + +<p>“I wonder where she has gone,” ventured Ernest +Winters, in a whisper.</p> + +<p>“Gone? Um! um! don't you know, youngster?" +said Jack Beecham, with a shrug, and a stage +whisper. He was a terrible tease. “Better keep +your eyes on your skates and overcoat, Ernest. Of +course she has gone to gather all the hired men on +the farm who will soon be here to drive us off the +premises. The ogre of this castle won't stand for +any such invasion as ours. You can see it in her +eye.”<!-- Page 81 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p>But Ernest was not to be caught a second time.</p> + +<p>“You can't fool me this time, mister. I think—but +hush! here she comes.”</p> + +<p>She came. With her came two of her maids bearing +with them eatables—sweet homemade bread, +apparently created to make a hungry schoolboy's +mouth water, delicious pats of golden butter, red +cheese, and an enormous pitcher of new milk—what +a lunch for hungry boys!</p> + +<p>“I am very glad you came,” again remarked the +dear old lady. “To-day I give the farmhands and +the dairy maids a sort of Christmas-week feast. It +is a holiday in this house to-day. We don't have +dinner to-day until after two o'clock, and as that is +late and you must be hungry with your long walk +already—- my! it's nigh onto eight miles to the big +school, isn't it—you had just better take a snack +before dinner-time. Come, sit up to the table, my +dears; that is if you are warmed enough.”</p> + +<p>The young fellows did not need a second invitation. +Hunger is a good sauce. Growing boys +are always hungry and the sweet, wholesome farmhouse +fare was extremely enticing. Such butter! +No oleomargarine there. Were it not, as mentioned +before, that boys have a perpetual appetite, I am +afraid that the amount of bread, cheese, butter, and +milk disposed of would have seriously interfered +with the enjoyment of the forthcoming dinner. At +all events it wanted considerably over two hours to +dinner-time.<!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">An Afternoon's Fun</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">I<span class="smcaps">F</span> the writer of these veracious chronicles knows +anything about boys—and he has been accused +of having that knowledge—he is sure that his +boy readers, and his girl readers, too, for that matter, +will expect an account of that famous farmhouse +dinner. Well, we can not delay the story by merely +describing what people eat; yet it was a gorgeous +feast for our friends. The enjoyment was greatly +enhanced by the complete unexpectedness of it all. +Not the least part of this enjoyment was the hearty, +extraordinary welcome given to a troop of boys who +had never been to the house before and were entire +strangers to the good people who entertained them +so royally.</p> + +<p>A few minutes after two o'clock the farmer took +from a shelf in the common living-room a large +seashell and went to the porch and sounded it lustily, +much to the astonishment of George McLeod, who +had never seen a shell put to such a use before.</p> + +<p>“How did you do it?”he asked.</p> + +<p>“Just blew into it. Try it yourself,” said the +farmer. McLeod tried and tried again, but could +not produce a sound.</p> + +<p>“What is it for?”he inquired.</p> + +<p>“To call the hands to dinner. We have no bells +or whistles out here in the country, so we use a horn, +or a big shell, which is the next best thing, and I +believe it sounds farther. On a still day I have +heard this shell five miles away.”<!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Come, boys; wash for dinner,” called the +motherly housekeeper. They were not allowed in +the kitchen while the maids were dishing the dinner. +They were taken to a side porch and there shown a +rain-barrel and several tin pans and soap. A large +round towel hung on a nail close by. The boys +enjoyed this primitive method of performing their +ablutions.</p> + +<p>The dinner was a surprise even to those boys who +were not unused to occasional big dinners at home. +George McLeod said that never in his life had he +seen so large a turkey, but it was found none too +large after it had passed the guests and traveled to +the end of the table. And the stuffed ham! And the +mince pies, and tarts, and rosy apples and nuts, and +that old-fashioned plum pudding! Well, we must +stop: it is not fair.</p> + +<p>There were two wings in the rear of the house +which the boys had not noticed when descending the +hill in front of the dwelling. To one of these all +the maids of the large household retired after dinner, +and the farmhands went to the other, where they +spent the rest of the afternoon in smoking and enjoyment +until it was time to feed and water the +stock, milk the cows, and do the other necessary +daily farm chores.</p> + +<p>Roy Henning and his companions, after the dinner, +were invited to sit around the blazing yule log. +The old lady sat in the center of the group in an +old-fashioned armchair whose back reached some +twelve inches above her head, and which had large, +broad, comfortable arms. It was well padded and +comfortable, and was covered with a serviceable +chintz of a soft green color. She sat in the midst of +her guests, before the blazing logs, a very picture of +content and matronly dignity. Her husband sat next<!-- Page 84 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +to her, and their guests were arranged on either side.</p> + +<p>With fine tact she drew out each boy and made +him appear at his best. Although, owing to the +generous welcome given them, all reserve and bashfulness +had vanished long before the dinner, yet the +coziness of a winter afternoon indoors made them +chatty and even confidential. They told her of the +play the night before and of its success. They found +interested listeners in host and hostess.</p> + +<p>“I should so like to have been there,” said the old +lady. “I am so fond of good dramatic productions. +Providing the tone is correct there is no more elevating +form of amusement than the drama.”</p> + +<p>“Hold on there, mother,” said the husband, “grand +opera is finer. In that we get all that dramatic +presentation gives, with the addition of excellent +music.”</p> + +<p>“You know, my dears,” said Mrs. Thorncroft, for +that was the old lady's name, “my husband is an +enthusiast in matters musical.”</p> + +<p>“So is Ernie Winters,” said his friend George +McLeod.</p> + +<p>“Is that so?” said Mr. Thorncroft, enthusiastically. +"Is that so? Well, well! Now I wonder, mother, +whether these young gentlemen could not sing some +songs for us. Wouldn't that be fine, eh?”</p> + +<p>“Jack Beecham can sing, ma'am,” said George +again.</p> + +<p>“Oh! you keep quiet, youngster,” said Jack.</p> + +<p>“I won't. He sings first rate, sir.”</p> + +<p>“Capital! Anybody else?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Beecham, “George McLeod there, +who is so fond of getting other people into difficulty, +can sing, too.”</p> + +<p>McLeod shook his fist at Jack. But it was well +known that he had a good voice.<!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then, to the infinite delight of the musical farmer, +songs and glees and madrigals and rounds were +sung. It was an impromptu concert, but of no mean +order, for the lads were well trained and had a good +stock of songs. They wished, properly, to make a +return in some way for the kindly treatment they +had received and were still receiving. “Holy Night" +was given, and “Good King Wenceslaus,” and “God +Rest You, Merry Gentlemen," “Angels We Have +Seen and Heard,” and many others. Then followed +the college songs, and the concert was closed with +the old favorite of St. Cuthbert's, the “O Sanctissima.”</p> + +<p>When the singing had ceased there was a momentary +silence, during which the six boys exchanged +signals and glances. Suddenly there were two very +startled people in the company around the ingle +nook. The old lady half arose from her chair in +consternation and amazement. Her husband stared +in wonder when he heard such a vociferous and unexpected +sound. Had the boys gone crazy? Certainly +the old people, kind and hospitable as they +were, for at least one minute thought so. Such an +unearthly noise! It resembled nothing so much as +a wild Indian warcry.</p> + +<p>After all it was only the college yell.</p> + +<p>In the school days of Mr. and Mrs. Thorncroft no +such thing had ever been dreamed of. Living now +in seclusion out in the country amid plenty and a +certain rustic refinement, this elderly couple had +never heard that modern accomplishment of a +college man—the yell. It may be exhilarating to +the college man; its use may be within the modern +bounds of propriety, and it may, among the coteries +of the more advanced, be considered the correct +thing; but it is certain that the old lady, who had<!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +been educated in a French convent in her youth, +hearing the yell for the first time did not think so. +Her unformulated idea, judging from her looks, was +that it was an indication of atavism—a going back, +in one particular—to man's former state of +savagery.</p> + +<p>The boys were amused at her surprise. She then +saw that it was something done for her entertainment. +They evidently thought it was something +very fine. These lads lacked, just now, what one +may call perspective. They lacked the proper appreciation +of the correctness, or fitness, of things. +They knew the college yell was the most enthusing +thing on earth to them when used on the campus in +a grand rush to victory, but they did not think, or +realize, that the same yell given in a small room +might be startling and even offensive to an elderly +lady.</p> + +<p>“You must excuse me now, boys, for a little +while,said the farmer. “I must go and look after +my men. I will be back soon. Mother"—he always +called his wife by that name—"are all the +walnuts gone?”</p> + +<p>“No. Dear me! I never thought about them. I +will get some.”</p> + +<p>She returned with a large dish of walnut and +hickory nuts. In lieu of the usual table nut-crackers +she brought a flat stone and two hammers. While +the boys were busy cracking and eating nuts she +said:</p> + +<p>“You do not know, my children, what an unexpected +pleasure your visit has been to me. Would +you like to know the reason? Very well, I will +tell you,she seated herself comfortably again in her +green chintz-covered chair.</p> + +<p>“I love boys because somewhere in the world there<!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +are wandering two of my own dear children. Both +left home when they were about the age of you four +big boys, and I love to remember them as such even +now. They were fine lads, with rosy healthy cheeks, +and they were good. You lads with your bright +eyes and clear skins, and good pure faces make me +see my own two darlings once again. Do I long to +see them? Ah, yes. Oh, how much, how much!—once +again before I die. But I am not grieving +about them. No. Every night I commend them to +the keeping of our blessed Mother, and I feel that +wherever they may be a mother's prayers for them +must be heard. I am sure that Our Lady is taking +care of them.”</p> + +<p>“Why did they leave home?”asked Henning sympathetically.</p> + +<p>“Ah! the wanderlust. The desire to see the world. +But you boys must come and see me again and I +will tell you the story. There is no time now, as I +see my husband coming from the cattle-shed.”</p> + +<p>“Mother,” said the cheery voice of Roland Thorncroft +a moment later, as he opened the door, “would +not these young gentlemen like a good skate on the +meadow pond? It has been swept by the wind, and +is capital ice.”</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham looked at his watch. It was already +four o'clock.</p> + +<p>“We are thankful,” he said, “but I am afraid we +must do without that pleasure. It is quite time we +started for home.”</p> + +<p>Husband looked at wife. She nodded, and then +he nodded. Something was settled between them.</p> + +<p>“Don't you like skating, boys? I thought you did, +seeing each had a pair of skates along.”</p> + +<p>“Very much, sir,” said Tom Shealey, “but we must +be starting now.”<!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Come along, then. Bring your skates. There is +no wind and it is not nearly as cold as it was this +morning. You will not want your top-coats.”</p> + +<p>The boys looked puzzled. The host saw the look +of mystification on their faces. He burst into a +merry laugh.</p> + +<p>“You simple children,” he said, as soon as he +could. “Do you think that after being our guests +all day, and singing for us as you have done, we are +going to let you walk home! No, no. You just get +your skates and come along with me. I'll show you +the finest piece of ice in the country. You can skate +there for an hour or an hour and a half. By that +time coffee will be ready, eh, mammy? And a +bobsleigh. We are going to have just the finest, +most musical sleighride this evening you ever +saw, or heard. You had better come along, mother, +too.”</p> + +<p>“Really, I have half a mind to.”</p> + +<p>“Do, do, do, Mrs. Thorncroft; do, do,” chorused +the boys.</p> + +<p>“I will see by the time you return for supper.”</p> + +<p>When the time came for starting, however, she +decided to stay at home. She had prepared a lunch +for the journey, for there was no time now for a +formal supper. After each boy had taken a bowl of +steaming coffee, she bade them adieu. Such handshakings! +Such good-byes! The jolly lads subdued +their merriment momentarily when she kissed each +one a farewell on the brow. It was a beautiful +moment in each one's life and was never forgotten +by any of them.</p> + +<p>They had a glorious ride in the moonlight and +the frost. And so it happened that six merry boys +came joyously into the college yard at about seven +o'clock, happy, tired, excited, and chattering like<!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +magpies about the unexpected good time they had +enjoyed.</p> + +<p>“I am glad the plan worked,” said Mr. Shalford +to himself. The boys never learned that the dinner +at Thorncroft's was a prearranged affair. As soon +as he had decided to send Henning and his companions +out for a day's change, the prefect had told +one of the farmhands to get a fast horse and arrange +with the Thorncrofts for the boys' entertainment. +He had suggested to Tom Shealey and Jack Beecham +the best route to take without arousing their suspicions, +and everything had happened just as he had +planned. Some men are positively ingenious in their +charity.<!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Reports</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">P<span class="smcaps">ERHAPS</span> it was not the wisest course to have pursued, +after all, on the part of the prefect, to +have allowed all the boys who were present +at the discovery of the theft to be absent for the +whole day. Twelve hours was ample time for a +number of rumors to be born, grow strong, and +become, in the minds of some, established facts. +There were, unfortunately, all too many willing to +believe, not maliciously but thoughtlessly, the wildest +and most absurd report. A few were anxious to +find something more than a mere misfortune in that +which had befallen the treasurer. These did not +hesitate to sit in judgment on their fellows, to discuss +and impute intentions which with knowledge +any less than omniscient they could not possibly +possess.</p> + +<p>Almost as soon as the discovery had been made, +the news spread like wildfire through the yard. Excited +boys gathered in groups and discussed the +situation. It was certainly the biggest sensation St. +Cuthbert's had witnessed in many a day—more +exciting than the Deming affair. The rumors were +legion and as contradictory as numerous.</p> + +<p>“Hi! Jones; have you heard the news?”asked +Smithers, about half an hour after the discovery.</p> + +<p>“No. What?”asked Rob.</p> + +<p>“Haven't heard of the robbery?”</p> + +<p>“No. What robbery? No one has stolen our +costumes, have they?”<!-- Page 91 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> + +<p>Rob Jones was full of the play of the night before, +and just at this moment he considered the costumes, +if not the most valuable, at least the most attractive +things for a thief to make away with.</p> + +<p>“Costumes! Not much! It's cash. Hard-earned +cash; at least cash subscribed by other people. The +delectable and very pious Henning has managed to +lose seventy-two dollars which the boys had already +subscribed for the cage.”</p> + +<p>“Managed to lose! I don't understand. Speak +plainer.”</p> + +<p>“I mean, then, that Roy has lost that money and +the report is that he was robbed of it.”</p> + +<p>“You miserable cur,” said Rob Jones.</p> + +<p>In a flash he saw Smithers' motive. There had +evidently been a robbery. No matter how, or when, +or where, without knowledge of any of the details +whatever, Rob Jones was as sure as he was sure of +his own existence that Roy, big, generous, noble-hearted +Roy, was guiltless of the least shadow of +complicity. As soon as he realized that Smithers, +in the mere telling of the event, was so coloring the +facts by innuendo and sneer that Roy's name would +probably suffer, Jones became furiously angry.</p> + +<p>“You miserable cur,” he repeated, and made a +spring for the other's throat. Luckily the high collar +he wore saved Smithers to some extent, or he might +carry to this day some ugly marks. Jones fairly +shook him, as a mastiff would shake a whelp.</p> + +<p>“You cur! Is this the way you would blacken +one's reputation! I tell you Roy is innocent, and +you shall apologize to him for your dastardly insinuations. +Come with me, come with me, I say,” and +he began to drag the now frightened boy across the +yard to where he thought Henning was. Smithers, +trembling, began to say something, but it was un<!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>intelligible, +which is very likely to be the case when +another has a strong hold on the speaker's throat.</p> + +<p>“Hold on there, Jones. You can't find Henning. +He's gone out. I saw him and several others leave +about half an hour ago,” said John Stockley. A +crowd had now gathered about the two.</p> + +<p>“A fight! a fight,” was the word that ran around +the yard.</p> + +<p>Rob Jones relaxed his hold, but did not release +the boy. Holding his fist close to his captive's face +he said:</p> + +<p>“Now take it back, or I'll thrash you till you can't +see.”</p> + +<p>“Wha—what did I say?”asked Smithers.</p> + +<p>“You know very well what you said. You said +that the delectable and pious Henning had managed +to lose seventy-two dollars of the boys' money. +That's a lie. Take it back, or I'll——”</p> + +<p>“It isn't a lie,” whimpered the choking Smithers. +"Didn't he have charge of the money? And hasn't +it been stolen?”</p> + +<p>“But did he, as you say, manage to have it stolen? +That is, is he implicated in the theft, as you imply, +or is he not? Speak out, man, if you have a spark +of honor in you. Speak out, or I'll thrash you if I +have to leave here to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>Generous Rob! There were few boys at the college +at this time who knew that this same Rob Jones once +played the rôle which Smithers was so unsuccessfully +attempting. He had repented of that long ago, but +never had there come a time, for which he had often +wished, when he could safeguard another's reputation, +as a species of reparation for the damaging +of Howard Hunter's in the long ago.</p> + +<p>Irrespective of the idea that actuated him, Jones +was quite convinced, even without knowing the<!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +simplest details, that Roy Henning must be free from +all moral blame. Roy Henning was a boy whom +Jones honored and loved. All these circumstances +must be considered when we pass judgment on the +vehement burst of passion which put young Smithers +in danger of strangulation. He muttered some kind +of apology to the absent Roy, and Jones with a +positive grunt of disgust flung the frightened boy +as far as he could send him. He stumbled along for +several paces before regaining a steady footing. +Mumbling something inaudibly, he slunk away, but +more than one of the students saw an ugly, ominous +look on his face as he went.</p> + +<p>“I hear all sorts of reports,” said Stockley; “tell +us the true story, somebody.”</p> + +<p>There was no lack of talkers, and almost as many +theories. Few versions of the affair agreed in substantials. +In the course of the morning all sorts of +foolish rumors were flying around. One was, that +Roy Henning had been caught in the act of pocketing +the money and had been instantly expelled. In +confirmation of this, the question was asked: “Where +is he? No one has seen him since the discovery!" +Another busy rumor had it that six boys were implicated +and had been summarily dismissed.</p> + +<p>“Did not the President see six boys off the +premises this morning?”was advanced as a reason +for this wild guess. Robert Jones, the absent boy's +champion, happened to hear this last stupid remark.</p> + +<p>“You set of babbling geese! You lot of old +women! Here you go and jabber away people's +reputations as easily as—Oh! you make me sick! +Look here, you fellows, those six boys, and Henning +among them, are out for a day's holiday. I say the +President would rather send home six dozen dull-heads +such as you fellows, than these six. They<!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +have been given a privilege that you ninnies would +never get if you were here fifty years. Mark my +words! To-morrow morning I shall call upon some +of you brainless gossips—some of you silly babblers—to +repeat before them what you have the impudence +to say behind their backs.”</p> + +<p>In this manner Rob Jones did much to keep down +the public excitement, and to reduce all stupid talk +to a minimum. Mr. Shalford, also, had put something +of a quietus on many senseless and ugly +remarks which some malicious or thoughtless boys +had set afloat. While admitting that the loss of the +money was to be deplored, he did all in his power +to exonerate Henning.</p> + +<p>“Although the loss is severe,” he said, “yet after +all no one individually suffers much. It is true that, +probably, we shall not be able this winter to purchase +the much-wished-for cage. Well, we have never had +one yet, and we can wait a little longer. The whole +affair might have worn a much worse aspect than it +does. Suppose it had been one of our own boys that +had been guilty! I shudder to think of such a thing! +Now do not spread idle and useless conjectures as +facts. We shall endeavor strenuously to discover +the thief, and until he is discovered it were better to +make no rash surmises. Especially must we refrain +from accusing any one of the crime until we have +positive proof of his guilt, and until he is discovered +it were better and safer to make no surmises. Some +very stupid rumors have already reached me. Pray +do not lose all credit for common-sense. Let every +boy act with moderation and justice. No one has a +right to constitute himself a judge of his fellows. +If any well-grounded suspicious circumstance comes +to light, I am the one to be consulted and no other.”</p> + +<p>With such sensible remarks, and Rob Jones' gen<!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>erous +defense of his absent friend, much of the excitement +had died down before the return of the six +excursionists.</p> + +<p>When they arrived, wrapped in buffalo robes and +hoarse from singing on the way, all the boys had +assembled in the college theater to hear a burnt-cork +minstrel entertainment and to listen to the orchestra. +Supper was prepared for them in the infirmary, and +they were told that they might occupy beds there +"for one night only”if they wished to avail themselves +of that privilege.</p> + +<p>Thus it happened that Roy Henning and his +friends met none of the boys that night. They had +no opportunity of judging the public pulse until the +next morning. Tired as Henning was from the +exercise and the strain and excitement of the day, +he could not sleep. After tossing from one side to +the other for an hour he got up, and, throwing a +blanket around him, sat at the window and began to +do the worst possible thing under the circumstances. +He began to think and brood.<!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">What Henning Remembered</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">T<span class="smcaps">HERE</span> was much in Roy Henning's disposition +to make him a creature of temperament. Had +he not been so strong and muscular one would +sometimes be inclined to imagine that he was +possessed of the peculiarly feminine accomplishment, +yclept “nerves.” For the least reason, and sometimes +apparently for none, he was all exhilaration +and enthusiasm. On such occasions everything was +the brightest of bright rose-color, and the failure of +a project in hand was not even to be dreamed of.</p> + +<p>Should anything go ever momentarily wrong in a +pet scheme, he became the veriest pessimist. All +would go wrong; all the world was conspiring +against him. If it rained at such times, even nature +herself was in league against him.</p> + +<p>While he was to a large extent a creature of temperament, +it must not be supposed that he had not +a high appreciation of manly qualities. None, perhaps, +at St. Cuthbert's, certainly none of his day, +had loftier ideals. With these and with his splendid +physique he represented as fair a type of Catholic +early manhood as could be found.</p> + +<p>Henning had one peculiar trait, and to this may +be traced much of the trial and vexation to which +he had already been subjected, and much of which +was to fall to him for the remainder of his time at +St. Cuthbert's. He remained too much self-centered. +This was frequently an occasion of trouble to him. +An instance: it will be remembered that he was told<!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +by his director not to tell any one save his parents of +his intention of entering the ecclesiastical state. He +took this advice as absolute, and on it molded his +conduct, with what inconvenience to himself we have +already seen.</p> + +<p>It is not to be wondered at, then, that he kept his +thoughts and his fears and troubles arising from the +loss of the money to himself. All that day, except +that first burst of grief, he made no outward manifestation +of what he was feeling or suffering. Of +course he was thus depriving himself of the sympathy +and help which his friends were only too ready +to offer. Actuated by the highest of supernatural +motives, he nevertheless deprived himself in his +difficulties of the guidance and assistance of a faithful +friend. Roy had yet to learn that troubles told +into sympathizing ears are more than half healed. +Small wonder then, with this habit of reserve, if the +circumstances in which he found himself on this +holiday night of Christmas week paved the way for +a very gloomy meditation.</p> + +<p>He recalled his early school-days. Why had he +been so unlike other boys at school and at college? +They were always full of self-assertiveness and self-reliance; +he had always been timid and retiring. +Perhaps it was the reflection of that timidity he had +always felt in the presence of his father. Had his +college life been a happy one? Unfortunately, for +the most part, no. Not until last year—one year +out of seven—when he had the company and full +sympathy of such noble characters as Howard Hunter, +Claude Winters, Harry Selby, Frank Stapleton, +and others. With such characters as those he could +not help being happy. But all these had gone; +passed out of his life. Oh, if some of them were +here now to help and show him what to do!<!-- Page 98 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<p>Those dear boys! And oh, that visit to Rosecroft, +and that nearly fatal accident when he so narrowly +escaped being struck by the chute boat! There was +this consolation, that if the clouds thickened around +him he would get Ambrose Bracebridge to take him +over to Rosecroft Manor. There was Mrs. Bracebridge +there, who would understand him and who +could always help and direct and encourage him.</p> + +<p>Thinking of her, Roy became more cheerful. I +have said that he was a creature of temperament. +Here it served him in good turn. He began to take +a brighter view of the trials he knew awaited him +on the morrow. Was he not entirely innocent? Who +would dare to impugn his character? He would face +all bravely, explain how he discovered the theft, and +blame himself publicly for his imprudence in keeping +so much money locked in a common table drawer. +Then who would dare to say a word against his integrity! +All would pass over soon. He would write +a full account to his father, who would doubtless +make good the loss.</p> + +<p>“By the way,” he suddenly thought, half aloud, +"am I responsible? Must I make restitution of the +lost money?”This was a puzzling question which he +could not decide. He determined to consult his +spiritual director the first thing in the morning. But +wouldn't he like to catch the thief!</p> + +<p>This last thought led him to a mental survey of all +persons who might possibly be guilty. To his credit, +he spurned the idea that any one of the college boys +could be the culprit. No St. Cuthbert boy could do +such a thing, and if by chance it should happen to be +a student, were they not all Catholic boys? Would +not the first confession the thief made result in a +full restitution of the ill-gotten goods? He had little +hope that any such thing would occur, but he had<!-- Page 99 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +not the slightest idea that any college student would +prove to be the delinquent.</p> + +<p>He endeavored to imagine a way the theft could +have been accomplished. It must have been committed +between seven o'clock on Wednesday night +and six on Thursday morning, when the boys rose. +It could not have been done later than a minute or +two after six, because it was the custom of a number +of boys who were in training to use the playroom as +a kind of indoor running-track immediately upon +rising and before they took their shower bath.</p> + +<p>He remembered that the door of the committee-room +had been locked by himself in the evening just +before the play began. It is true that the only window +of this room was not fastened, but there were +iron bars on the outside. He remembered now that +one of these bars—they were half above ground +and half in a window well which was covered by an +iron grating, that one of these bars was loose, for +he now recalled the fact that yesterday he had seen +a boy move one of them with his foot as he stood +on the grating. Could the thief have gone through +the window?</p> + +<p>Henning suddenly clutched his chair in the +greatest excitement. There had flashed into his +memory an incident which he had witnessed the +night before, but which until this very moment had +not come to his memory.</p> + +<p>He remembered now that after the play last night +he stood at the Philosophy classroom window, and +across the yard he had seen a boy crouching down +at these very bars. He had paid little attention at +the time, as his mind was full of the <i>Richelieu</i> he had +just played. The electric light in the yard was so +located that it put the boy, the window, and one third +of the sidewalk in deep shade. The other part of<!-- Page 100 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +the sidewalk was very bright. He now remembered +that when he first saw the boy he was in a crouching +position. He had not paid much attention, and other +things occupying his mind, he soon forgot all about +it. What was that other thought? Ah! now he +remembered. It was that wretched attempt to spoil +the second scene of the play. He now recalled that +for some time he forgot all about the boy at the +grating but when he did think of him again he remembered +seeing the boy as if he were just rising +from his knees, which, as he stood, he brushed with +his hand. At the time the boy received very little +attention from Roy, who now remembered having +vaguely wondered why any one was out in the yard +when all, except the players, were in the chapel at +evening prayers. Chapel bell had sounded immediately +after the play, so the actors could not divest +themselves of paint and disguises in time to attend.</p> + +<p>Who could that boy have been? Last night Henning +was not interested enough to find out. To-night +he would give a great deal to know. He remembered +now that the person, whoever he was, wore a black +soft felt hat, which was pulled down well over his +eyes and hid a great portion of his face. A soft felt +hat would not identify any one. There were dozens +of them in the yard. Oh, if he could only remember +how the boy was dressed!</p> + +<p>“Great heavens,” he ejaculated aloud in sudden, +intense excitement.</p> + +<p>He arose and clutched the blanket around him and +folded his hands across his breast. His face was very +white. He trembled. He began to pace the floor, +muttering as one demented, or at least as one under +the strongest stress of excitement. Great beads of +perspiration stood out on his forehead. At one time<!-- Page 101 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +he thought he was going to faint. He had made a +discovery, and the discovery sickened him.</p> + +<p>The boy he saw at the window grating had worn +a blue sweater!</p> + +<p>“No, no, no, no,” said Roy to himself many times. +"I can't—I won't believe it. I must be mistaken. +It can not be he! No, no! Yet no one else has a +sweater of that color,” </p> + +<p>By this time he had left his room and was excitedly +pacing up and down the lengthy corridor. +Luckily he was barefooted, or he would have disturbed +everybody. The more he thought over his +discovery the more he became convinced of the +identity of the burglar. His conviction and wretchedness +grew in proportion.</p> + +<p>“It can not be! It can not be! Impossible! Impossible!" +he muttered, as he strode up and down. +"Andrew is mean in many things, but not a common +felon! It can not, can not be true,” and he was +hoping against hope for his family's sake.</p> + +<p>Henning was never so excited in his life. For a +long time he walked up and down on the cocoa-matting. +His blanket trailing behind him, often +caught the leaden binding of one of the strips of +matting. This would be raised about a foot and fall +with a bang; his excitement prevented him from +noticing the noise he was making.</p> + +<p>Not so the old infirmarian, whose room was at +the end of the corridor. Peering out, he at first +thought he saw a ghost. But ghosts do not trip on +cocoa-matting. He followed the disturber of his +repose. Henning, still under pressure of strong excitement, +walked the whole length of the corridor. +He turned suddenly to encounter the angry infirmarian.</p> + +<p>“Oh, it's Henning! What are you doing at this<!-- Page 102 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +unearthly hour of the night, disturbing my sleep?" +said the old man in an unusually sharp tone for him, +for he was generally mild and kindly. The official +at first thought it was an ordinary case of somnambulism, +but he soon found Henning to be very wide-awake.</p> + +<p>“I've found it—the secret. I've got it,” exclaimed +Roy in excitement.</p> + +<p>“I guess you have—bad,” said the old man with +grim humor. “Well, if you boys will fill yourselves +up with rich plum-pudding and cake in the daytime, +you must expect to suffer at night. There now, get +back into bed, and don't disturb the whole house with +your nonsense.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, if I were only sure, I would settle the whole +thing to-morrow,” muttered Roy. It is doubtful if, +in his excited condition, he had seen the infirmarian +at all.</p> + +<p>“I'll settle you in the morning if you don't get +back to bed at once. Get now.”</p> + +<p>But Roy did not move. He had lapsed into a +thoughtful mood. He stood, with his chin on his +hand, motionless.</p> + +<p>“Do you hear me, boy? It's time to stop this +Indian ghost-dance business. There's no sense in +breaking an old man's rest. Get to bed.”</p> + +<p>The infirmarian was fully persuaded that the +whole affair was only a practical joke, such as even +sick boys, or those, at least, who sometimes get +passed into the infirmary on the plea of sickness, are +not always above playing. Seeing that Henning did +not move or pay any attention to his words, the infirmarian +took hold of his shoulders and gave him +a vigorous shaking. This operation had the effect +of bringing the distracted boy down to the knowledge +of mundane things at once.<!-- Page 103 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Eh! oh, ah,” he said in a bewildered, sheepish +way. “I've made—a horrible—discovery,” </p> + +<p>“You'll make another very unpleasant one in the +morning if you don't get into bed at once. Don't +cause any more disturbance.”</p> + +<p>Without another word Henning went back to his +room, and softly closed the door. He did not get +into bed, but continued his ruminations.</p> + +<p>“Andrew! Andrew,” he moaned, “I did not think +it would come to this,” </p> + +<p>He dropped his head on the window-sill and +thought for a long, long time. It was in some +degree a contest between self-interest and family +pride. It was a long struggle, and the result of these +cogitations he announced to himself as he threw the +blanket from his shoulders across the bed. They +were comprised in two short sentences:</p> + +<p>“I must keep silence! I <i>will</i> keep silence,” </p> + +<p>The decision may have been fanciful, or it may +have been heroic. We shall see later. It led him +into complications, the nature of which he little +dreamed.<!-- Page 104 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Facing the Boys</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">W<span class="smcaps">HEN</span> Roy Henning entered the college chapel +at half-past six to attend Mass, his movements +from the time he appeared at the door +until he had taken his seat were watched by many +scores of pairs of curious eyes. To even the small +boys, who came near the big fellows only in the +chapel, Roy was an object of deep interest, for by +some means the reports and rumors of the big yard +had seeped through to the small division, and the +most wonderfully distorted stories had been circulated. +Henning had been attacked, fought desperately, +conquered and bound, three men single-handed. +He had been captured and carried away by burglars +(wasn't he absent all day?) to their cave, and gained +his liberty by the most daring feats of skill and +bravery! Young imaginations are active, and young +tongues more so.</p> + +<p>The Philosophers—Henning's class—occupied +the front benches in the chapel. When Bracebridge +and Henning came in they had as yet met no boys +since the public knowledge of the discovery of the +robbery. Roy was in some peculiar way quite conscious +that his advance along the aisle was causing +quite a commotion, although its manifestation was +decorous on the part of the boys, owing to the place +in which they were gathered, and to their reverence +for its divine Guest.</p> + +<p>Rob Jones occupied the outer seat of the bench. +As the two friends were passing him he turned his<!-- Page 105 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +knees aside for them to do so and took Roy's hand +and gave it a warm squeeze. The pressure was +gratefully returned. Roy took heart. Much +strengthened by this show of sympathy, he determined +to meet all inquiries after breakfast and +give all the information he possessed to any one who +should ask.</p> + +<p>His regret over the loss was as poignant as when +it was first discovered, but in some way he now felt +that he could face all the boys and answer all their +questions. He could not have done this the day +before. Perhaps Jones' unspoken sympathy had +given him courage.</p> + +<p>As he expected, a large group gathered around +him after breakfast.</p> + +<p>“How did it all happen?”asked John Stockley, +anxious to learn the particulars down to the minutest +detail.</p> + +<p>Henning gave them all the information he possessed. +When the discussion had died down a little, +he said: “As far as I can see, the thief must have +entered through the window.”</p> + +<p>“From the yard side, or the garden side?”</p> + +<p>“There is but one window, if you remember, in +the committee-room, and that is on the yard side. +All the windows on the garden side are in the playroom +outside the committee-room.”</p> + +<p>“That's true, come to think of it,” said Stockley; +"but could not the thief have gone in by the playroom +by way of the partition door?”</p> + +<p>“I do not think so,” answered Roy, “because, you +know the door has a Yale lock, and I am the only +one who has a key to it, except Mr. Shalford.”</p> + +<p>“It is not likely that he robbed the drawer,” said +Stockley with a laugh. “We are all very sorry for +you and you have our sympathy.”<!-- Page 106 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p>Stockley looked around, and the others in the +group nodded in affirmation.</p> + +<p>“Thanks. You are very kind. You can not regret +this occurrence more than I do, especially since I +failed to take Bracebridge's advice to put the money +in a safer place.”</p> + +<p>“It's lucky that a fellow like you lost that money, +and not a poor beggar like me,” remarked Smithers, +who was standing on the outer edge of the gathering. +Henning looked sharply at the speaker:</p> + +<p>“Why?”he asked.</p> + +<p>“Simply because a fellow like you who always has +plenty of money will find no difficulty in replacing +that which is gone. Such a thing would be impossible +for impecunious me,” and the speaker turned +his empty trousers' pockets inside out, and spun +around on his heel. A few laughed, but the majority +were silent, not liking the clownish exhibition of +bad taste.</p> + +<p>Henning was, naturally under the circumstances, +in a nervous condition. He at once suspected that +this Smithers was merely the spokesman of many +others, and that he was expressing their sentiments +as to what his line of action should be. Whether +he acted judiciously or not in this immature stage of +developments, we leave to subsequent events to determine. +He replied, and rather warmly, too:</p> + +<p>“I don't know so much about that, Smithers. It +may turn out to be the misfortune of all, at least of +all who contributed. I really do not remember +whether you gave anything or not. I shall certainly +not make up the loss unless the President fully convinces +me that I am under obligation to do so. I am +going to see him now. Even should he decide against +me I do not know whether I shall be able to replace +the money.”<!-- Page 107 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p>A faint murmur of surprise and dissatisfaction, +Henning was convinced, ran through the increasing +group, as he, in company with Bracebridge, moved +away toward the President's office.</p> + +<p>The two walked slowly away from the crowd of +boys. Bracebridge appeared to be thinking deeply. +He had something to say, but hesitated to say it. +Ambrose, with the instincts of a born gentleman, +was always extremely careful of the feelings of +others.</p> + +<p>“Roy,” </p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“You said just now to that cad of a fellow that +you did not know——”</p> + +<p>“Whether I should be able to repay the money. +Yes. What of it?”</p> + +<p>“That is a startling statement——”</p> + +<p>“Not so very. But in the first place I am not at +all sure that I shall be held responsible. Look here, +Brose——”</p> + +<p>They stopped at the foot of the steps leading to +the President's room.</p> + +<p>“Look here. Supposing there had been a fire, and +the money had been burned. I should not have been +told to restore it, should I?”</p> + +<p>“I do not know that you would be held.”</p> + +<p>“Now if one undertakes to hold money temporarily +for others, and takes ordinary precautions for +safe-keeping, do you think he would be held responsible +for it if it were stolen?”</p> + +<p>“But the safer plan would have been——”</p> + +<p>“Am I held to take the safer plan? Of course, I +regret that I did not take the safer plan, as you suggested, +but am I held to have taken the safer plan? +Wasn't the ordinary precaution sufficient? The door +of that room was locked, the drawer of the table was<!-- Page 108 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +locked, and it was not generally known that I kept +the money there at all.”</p> + +<p>“You seem to make out a good case for yourself," +said Bracebridge laughing, “but we will let the President +decide the case. It is too hard for us. But I +did not intend to talk about that.”</p> + +<p>“What then, old fellow?”</p> + +<p>“You told Smithers, for the benefit of the whole +yard I take it, that you did not know whether you +would be able to pay back the money. Now I +thought——”</p> + +<p>But he stopped awkwardly upon seeing the deep +blushes suffuse Henning's brow. What had he said? +Were these blushes of shame or vexation? What +could possibly be the matter?</p> + +<p>“I—I—thought—that—I thought——”he +stammered, at a loss how to proceed.</p> + +<p>“Go on, old man. I know that whatever you +would say, you do not intend to wound me.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you, Roy. That's perfectly true. But perhaps +I should not have broached the subject at all.”</p> + +<p>“Go on; go on.”</p> + +<p>“Well, if you insist. I thought that you always +had plenty of money. From what you say it seems +that this is not the case. Now if—if you will allow +me—if I might—if you would not be offended—if—oh! +you understand me, Roy,” he blurted out +at last. “I want to help you pay it back.”</p> + +<p>Henning did not speak: indeed he could not have +done so just at that moment. There was a very big +lump in his throat. He hemmed and coughed once +or twice, but that only made it worse. Bracebridge +saw his friend's embarrassment, but did not speak. +He took Roy's hand.</p> + +<p>“I understand—true friend,” said Roy, huskily, +"but I can not explain.”<!-- Page 109 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>png—-\D.F Pg110 png—-\D.F Pg110 </p> + +<p>He was silent for some time. He then said, partly +to himself and partly aloud—"but I can. Why +should I not do so? He is true and loyal. My +father put no conditions of secrecy on me, or on his +strange action. Ambrose?”</p> + +<p>“Well?”</p> + +<p>“Will you listen to me?”</p> + +<p>“Of course I'll listen to you.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you. In order that you may know why +I believe I shall not be able to pay back that money, +I must first tell you of a peculiar thing my father has +thought fit to impose upon me.”</p> + +<p>“Go ahead then, but since confidences are in order, +let me tell you one first, which will make your story +easier to tell, more probably. Next year you are +going to study for the priesthood,” </p> + +<p>“How on earth did you learn that?”</p> + +<p>“At the Little Sisters' dinner. I was an unintentional +eavesdropper, and I heard you say to the +chaplain, as I was passing with some dish or something, +these words—'for my own diocese: next +year.' Let me congratulate you, Roy, on your +choice. I have always thought ever since I first +knew you that you were worthy of that high calling.”</p> + +<p>“You do surprise me, indeed,” said Roy, “but your +knowledge does not make my story the easier to tell.”</p> + +<p>Roy Henning then told Ambrose of his desire to +enter the seminary, of his broaching the subject to +his father during the last vacation, and of the strange +test to which his father had thought fit to subject +him.</p> + +<p>“Now, Ambrose,” he said, when he had finished +his narration, “you may understand my conduct in +refusing to play ball this year, on account of which +so many of the boys seemed so disappointed. I have +met with so many annoyances since last September<!-- Page 110 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +that more than once before this loss of yesterday I +had all but determined to leave old St. Cuthbert's, +and be quit of it all. I would have done so if it had +not been for you and Jack and Tom.”</p> + +<p>“I am sincerely glad you did not.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I do not know whether I am. But let me +go back to my subject. You see, that with my +father's present peculiar view of things, it is by no +means certain that he will make good this loss, and +if he refuses I shall be in a bad pickle.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Roy,” said Bracebridge, with a vehemence +that was almost passion, “let me do it. Let me do it +for you. You know my father. You know that he +has every confidence in me; he is not a crank, +and——”</p> + +<p>“Stop, Ambrose,” said Roy, “I can not allow you, +even by implication, to speak disrespectfully of my +father. That I do not understand his motives is true. +That it is mighty hard on me is equally true, but he +is my father.”</p> + +<p>“There,” said the other in dismay. “I am always +putting my foot into it. Forgive me. I didn't mean +anything; indeed I did not. Oh! Roy, you know +what I mean. Let me help you out of this. It's as +easy as A-B-C, you know. No one need know. +Pshaw! one would be a poor friend, if, when quite +able, he should hang back.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks, dear old fellow. Many thanks. We will +see. We will see. If it comes to the worst, I won't +hesitate to talk to you again about this. In the +meantime we will drop it for the present.”</p> + +<p>With this Ambrose had to be content. The two +friends then rapped at the President's door.<!-- Page 111 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Suspicions</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">U<span class="smcaps">PON</span> the whole, Roy Henning was well pleased +with the manner in which the boys had received +him. Over-sensitive as he was, he had expected +that they would either accuse him of complicity, +or openly blame him for the loss of the +money. Taken altogether, they behaved remarkably +well. The majority had real sympathy for him in +the awkward position in which he found himself.</p> + +<p>With a fine regard for his feelings, no one, after +Roy's first announcement of his probable incapacity +to refund, mentioned openly to him the question of +restitution. Everybody understood that the President +had arrived at some decision on this point, but +all were in the dark as to its nature.</p> + +<p>The days passed into weeks. Every effort was +made to trace the thief, but without success. It +became finally the general conclusion that some outsider, +in no way connected with the college, was the +culprit, and that he had gotten off safely with his +booty. But in the many impromptu committees, organized +in moments of unusual zeal for the purpose +of “doing something,” the unanswerable difficulty +always arose—"How could a stranger know there +was money in that particular room of the dozens in +the college?”</p> + +<p>The pitcher's cage was not purchased that winter. +It was noticed by the boys that Andrew Garrett, as +far as they could observe, never once spoke to his +cousin about the loss. Roy, owing to the result of<!-- Page 112 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +the thoughts of the sleepless night he had spent in the +infirmary, imagined that Garrett had good reasons +for keeping clear of him.</p> + +<p>He was keenly alive to Garrett's every action, resulting +from what he believed to be well-grounded +suspicions. He did not fail to notice one peculiarity +on the part of his cousin. Very soon after the +robbery Garrett discarded the sky-blue sweater which +had made him so conspicuous a figure in the yard +ever since September. Roy confessed to himself +that he was unable to attach any importance to this.</p> + +<p>The theft had been too genuine a sensation at the +college for all discussion to die out soon. In the +course of time the whole yard appeared to be divided +into two factions or parties. One side was loyal and +strenuous in upholding Henning, claiming him to be +beyond reproach and spotless in his integrity. As +may be surmised, the leaders of this party were Jack +Beecham, Tom Shealey, Ambrose Bracebridge, and +Rob Jones, the first defender of Roy in his absence. +These companions knew Henning well. They called +him “Don Quixote.”They teased him often, yet +they knew that he was the soul of honor. Any one +of these would as soon suspect himself as cast suspicion +on Roy.</p> + +<p>The existence of this party was the outgrowth of +a popular indignation against a few boys who had, +in discussing the robbery, persistently left the impression +that they considered that there was an unsatisfactory +mystery about it.</p> + +<p>Out of kindness to Roy, little—scarcely anything—of +what his friends heard in the yard reached his +ears. When he did not happen to be present his +friends were by no means backward in denouncing +the opposition.</p> + +<p>Henning asked no questions, even of his friends, +<!-- Page 113 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>yet by a kind of unconscious assimilation he became +aware of the strong sentiment against him, and of +the strong resentment of those opposed to him. +These things he learned more by averted glances and +partially concealed avoidances than by overt act or +speech. He never mentioned this to his friends, who +thought he did not observe it. No one had ever told +him of Jones' catlike spring at the throat of +Smithers, yet Roy learned of it in some way, and +while he was filled with gratitude toward Jones it +only tended to confirm his own opinion that there +was a large party antagonistic to him.</p> + +<p>There was now only a mere speaking acquaintance +between Henning and Garrett, which, as cousins, +they could not avoid. They observed the merest +civilities.</p> + +<p>About the middle of February Henning and his +friends were surprised to note that Garrett was +spending money very freely. He had always +availed himself of every little luxury that could be +purchased within the college bounds, but now it +seemed that he was more lavish than ever. Spring +was approaching. Garrett purchased two or three +baseball bats, a fine shield, mask, catcher's glove, +and a number of the best baseballs. He evidently +paid the highest prices, for upon inquiry it was +found he had had no communication with the prefect, +or with the sports' committee who usually secured +some discount for cash. Clothes, shoes, hats, and +ties were also lavishly purchased. What could it all +mean? To add to the mystery Stockley and that boy +Smithers, who had turned his pockets inside out in +proof of his impecuniosity, were also spending considerable +money, although a much less amount than +Garrett.</p> + +<p>All this, of course, strengthened Roy's suspicions.<!-- Page 114 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +Where did he get all the money? And why was he +making such a lavish display? Roy was, nevertheless, +puzzled by the evident fact that while all noticed +Garrett's free purchasing, no one appeared to suspect +him of any connection with the lost funds.</p> + +<p>Henning could not in conscience mention his +suspicions to any one. If any one would but broach +the subject, then he would talk and take advice on +what was the best line of action to pursue. His +common-sense told him that to accuse his cousin +publicly on his mere suspicion would be worse than +useless.</p> + +<p>To add to the complications of the situation, within +a week or two of Garrett's expenditures Roy himself +began to spend money freely. Where it came +from was a mystery which was not cleared up for +many a day. He expended quite a sum on books, +baseball goods, shoes, etc.</p> + +<p>It is quite certain that Henning did not realize +how large the majority was who were in opposition +to him. Had he done so he would have acted with +more discretion, for the time was critical for him. +Even some of his best friends were sorely put to it +to account for his outlay. More than one of his +staunchest supporters began to waver in their allegiance. +No one doubted his integrity, but some +were not pleased with his want of prudence. Before +closing this narrative we shall explain where this +money came from, why Roy bought the particular +goods he did, and why he bought them at this particular +time.</p> + +<p>“I wonder how it is,” said Smithers, “that Henning +has so much money to spend just now.”</p> + +<p>“Don't know I'm sure, but I suppose it is all +right,” replied Stockley.</p> + +<p>“But isn't it strange that he who has been so close<!-- Page 115 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +all the year should change and be lavish so suddenly?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, come off! that's an innuendo! Give the +fellow a show. You are hinting that it is the subscription +money he is now spending, and that, consequently, +he was the thief.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, say, don't put it that strong,” said Smithers +uneasily.</p> + +<p>“But that's what you mean, all the same. I don't +like him, but to do him justice, I don't think—I'm +sure—he had any hand in getting away with that +money.”</p> + +<p>“Why?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, because—because I don't believe he had, +that's all.”</p> + +<p>“But that's no proof.”</p> + +<p>“Didn't say it was. I said it was my belief.”</p> + +<p>Just at that moment Bracebridge and Garrett +joined the speakers.</p> + +<p>“Look here, Bracebridge,” said Smithers, “Stockley +says that he doesn't believe that Henning had +anything to do with taking that money.”</p> + +<p>“I'm sick of all this talk,” said Ambrose angrily; +"just as if any one who knew Henning at all could +entertain such a thought for a moment,” </p> + +<p>“But why is he spending so much just now?”insinuated +Smithers.</p> + +<p>“I don't know, and I don't care. It's none of our +business anyway.”</p> + +<p>But he did care. He was very uneasy. He remembered +what Roy had told him of his home affairs. +He was sorely puzzled, yet his loyalty did not waver.</p> + +<p>“For my part,” said Garrett, “although Henning +is my relative and I am therefore naturally concerned +in all that he does, I can not help thinking that his +action is a little unfortunate.”<!-- Page 116 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + +<p>“For your part,” retorted Ambrose, “and for your +own credit, you had better say as little as you can.”</p> + +<p>“For my part I shall say what I choose, and to +whom I choose.”</p> + +<p>“Then do not choose to say it to me, for I won't +hear it,” and Ambrose walked away, very angry.</p> + +<p>“Humph! the great mogul is getting quite huffy," +remarked Smithers. “Well, never mind, Garrett, for +although Henning is your cousin you are not to +blame if he falls under suspicion.”</p> + +<p>In his heart Garrett knew Henning was innocent. +But he did not like him. He was jealous of him. +He saw in him qualities of mind and heart which he +knew he himself did not possess, and, as is the case +with all small natures, he was jealous. He had +neither the wish nor the courage to state his belief +in Roy's innocence.</p> + +<p>On the other hand Garrett despised Smithers. The +boy was poor. Every one knew that. But poverty +is no disgrace, and never at St. Cuthbert's has it +been a subject of reproach. There are some natures +which become vicious because of their poverty. +Smithers was one of these. He was one of those +who, in season and out of season, was forever reiterating +what he called his suspicions. This was +the more base, because, had there been any foundation +for them, gratitude should have compelled him +to remain silent. On more than one—on many +an occasion—Henning had quietly and unostentatiously +helped this boy out of little financial difficulties, +such as paying his library fees and fines, securing for +him tennis shoes, and little things of that kind.</p> + +<p>Garrett had just heard all this for the first time, +and the better side of his nature at that moment, +notwithstanding his strange remark to Bracebridge, +was in the ascendant. Secretly he was ashamed of<!-- Page 117 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +his comradeship with Smithers, who was perhaps +one of the most undesirable boys at St. Cuthbert's.</p> + +<p>“Shock”Smithers—so named on account of the +permanently untidy condition of his hair—was, +therefore, very much surprised indeed at what he +next heard from Garrett.</p> + +<p>“Of course,” Garrett began, “as you speak with so +much certainty about my cousin, you have positive +proof of his guilt?”</p> + +<p>Smithers began to laugh. He thought that a good +joke.</p> + +<p>“I see no laughing matter. I ask you a plain +question. You have proof of Henning's guilt—which +for some reason you are withholding?”</p> + +<p>“Not—not exactly proof, you know, but, eh—but +you know, eh—you know as well as I do how +suspicion points to him.”</p> + +<p>“Then you make all this to-do on mere suspicion?”</p> + +<p>“Of course. We have nothing more than suspicions, +have we?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, certainly. You must have more than suspicion +when you state publicly that Roy deserves to +be in State's prison.”</p> + +<p>“I—I did not say that. I—”</p> + +<p>“Yes, you did. I heard you myself, and on that +I largely based my own judgment. Don't lie.”</p> + +<p>“I did not say that definitely, you know. I said +that if what is said about him is true he ought to be +there, Andy.”</p> + +<p>“You are a liar! I myself heard you say it, and +what is more, I have only just now heard how Roy +has been treating you ever since September, giving +you books, money, and buying things for you. +You're a skunk! that's what you are.”</p> + +<p>Garrett walked away. Smithers was left in no +enviable frame of mind. The principal part of his<!-- Page 118 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +chagrin arose, not from the fact that he had been +mean and cowardly, but that it had been discovered +that he had received assistance from any one, and +especially from Roy Henning.<!-- Page 119 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Roy Makes a Move</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">R<span class="smcaps">OY HENNING</span> gave much anxious consideration +to the ugly tangle in which he found himself +involved. He sincerely, but unavailingly, +regretted that he had allowed himself to become the +treasurer. Perhaps, he thought, if he had followed +the letter of his father's wishes this unfortunate +business would never have happened.</p> + +<p>The more he thought over what he remembered +to have seen on the night of the play the more convinced +he became of the guilt of one who would be +the very last he could wish to be implicated.</p> + +<p>At times he doubted and wavered in his convictions. +Was he absolutely sure that it was his +cousin whom he had seen that night? Could it not +have been some one else? There was no one else +in the yard who wore a blue sweater. He was +sure he had seen this on the boy who had +entered the window. Yet was he absolutely sure +that it was Andrew? When he put this question +to himself and demanded an answer, he always gave +it unhesitatingly in the affirmative. Yet, strange to +say, at other times he doubted the accuracy of his +conclusions. Might he not be mistaken after all? +There was a possibility. The figure was in the glare +of the arc light so short a time, and in the shadow +so much longer. Was it not possible that he was +mistaken after all?</p> + +<p>The size of the boy certainly corresponded with +his cousin's build and height, but, after all, most<!-- Page 120 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +boys of about the same age resemble each other in +build. Oh, if it had not been for that soft hat pulled +down over the face! Could he have obtained but +one glance at the face in the strong electric light +there would be no hesitating. But this the thief took +precautions against. The leaf of the hat was drawn +well over the nose, making it impossible to see the +face.</p> + +<p>There was no question about the blue sweater +being there. The short black coat which Garrett +usually wore over the sweater was there too. Was +there a sufficient motive on the part of Andrew to +commit such a crime? On this point the boy was +much puzzled. Garrett, he knew, had plenty of +money. There could be no pecuniary inducement to +commit the crime. Ha, perhaps there was an inducement +after all. Before Christmas had it not been an +open secret that several boys had lost heavily—heavily +for boys at school—on some foolish betting? +Mr. Shalford had heard of this foolishness, +found out a few of the bets, and forced the winners +to return the money. He had broken up, apparently, +the habit which periodically becomes a temporary +mania with a certain class of boys. Perhaps Garrett +had lost a bet and wanted money!</p> + +<p>Henning could not believe that any personal pique +against himself would be a sufficient inducement for +his cousin to go to such lengths to gratify it. Felony +is high payment for the gratification of spite. That +threat of “getting even,” which Garrett had used +against him last summer, Roy believed to be the expression +of a momentary vexation. It is certain he +did not connect it with anything so serious as this +robbery. Long ago he had forgotten it, and he +supposed Andrew had done so too.</p> + +<p>What then, supposing it were he who had com<!-- Page 121 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>mitted +the crime, could have been Garrett's motive? +Roy could not fathom the difficulty. He had to +leave it unsolved. He saw there was no proportion +between Garrett's little pique and the enormity of +this deed, which would forever brand the perpetrator +as belonging to the criminal class. Surely Andrew +had more sense than to do such a thing; and yet!</p> + +<p>“Why, oh! why did I,” said Roy to himself, “go +mooning about and looking out of that window after +the play that night! Why didn't I go to bed at +once, like the rest? Then I would never have been +haunted with this memory. I am going to get this +thing settled, and that soon. I'll see Garrett privately +if I can, publicly if I must. I will make him +exonerate me from all suspicion. I can not imagine +how any suspicion became attached to me. He would +hardly dare to set it afloat. This thing has to come +to an end, and that at once.”</p> + +<p>These tormenting thoughts came to his mind one +Sunday afternoon in early spring. Everything out of +doors spoke of joy and cheerfulness. The trees had +burst their buds, and the winter bareness of landscape +had been once more turned into a thing of beauty. +No trees were as yet in full leaf, but there was a +delicate pale-green tracery on bough and twig, a +sign of life and luxurious beauty later on, and full +of the beauty of promise now. Beneath the feet the +young grass was rich and soft, while here and there +were seen the first white flowers in the vocal hedgerows.</p> + +<p>Full of thoughts by no means attuned to the happy +season, or in keeping with the loveliness of the day, +Roy started out to find his cousin. He was just in +the mood to “have it out” with him. He had worked +himself up to a pitch of resolution, in which was +blended no little anger at the injustice of his position. +<!-- Page 122 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>He was determined to have the wretched affair +settled at once and forever. He was morally certain +that no one save himself knew of his cousin's supposed +delinquency, because, he argued and probably +correctly, if any one else had known it, it would +have been divulged long ago.</p> + +<p>Searching the yard, study-hall, and gymnasium, +as well as the large reading-room and playroom, he +could find no trace of Garrett.</p> + +<p>“He is out walking, I suppose. Oh, well! I'll +catch him before supper and see what he has to say +for himself.”</p> + +<p>Henning did not care to have his friends, Jack and +Ambrose, with him just now. He wanted to be alone +to think over the situation. With this object in view +he went toward the college walk, a beautiful winding +path, overshadowed by fine old elms, beeches, and +oaks. Here and there along this half-mile of +graveled way rustic seats had been placed for the +convenience of the students. The path was irregularly +circular. In the center the ground was much +lower and was thickly covered with fine trees, whose +tops in many instances barely reached the level of +the footpath. On the outer side of the walk the +ground rose and the slope was covered with noble +forest trees.</p> + +<p>The softness of the spring verdure, the sweet +caress of the warm air, the repose of this charming +spot, and its complete sequestration from the perennial +noise and bustle of the yards and ballfields, +tended to soothe the irritated feelings of our friend. +He went to the farthest limit of the walk without +meeting a single friend. There he sat down on a +bench to rest. In a few minutes he heard approaching +footsteps on the gravel. Determined to let the +intruder upon his thoughts pass on unnoticed, he<!-- Page 123 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +did not raise his head from his hands as the walker +approached.</p> + +<p>“Good afternoon, Roy.”</p> + +<p>Henning looked up and saw—Garrett. He was +surprised by the way his cousin addressed him, for, +never since the first week of the school-year had the +cousins used any other form of address than their +surnames.</p> + +<p>“Oh! Good afternoon.”</p> + +<p>“Fine weather for early spring.”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>Roy saw that, by his manner, Garrett had something +to say, but he wanted just then to have the +saying. At all events he was determined to say the +first word of consequence.</p> + +<p>“I wonder you are willing to talk with me—are +not afraid of being seen talking with me.”</p> + +<p>“I don't see why you should——”</p> + +<p>Henning interrupted. He was quite ill-tempered +this afternoon, and this was quite unusual with him.</p> + +<p>“No, you don't see why,” he said. “You haven't +been the cause of my being suspected of that +wretched thieving, have you! You are not hand and +glove with those fellows who would stop at nothing +if they could injure me.”</p> + +<p>“I must admit,” said the other, “I have heard a +great deal some of them say.”</p> + +<p>“And of course believe it all, or pretend to.”</p> + +<p>“Pretend to! What do you mean?”</p> + +<p>“I mean that before them you pretended to believe +me guilty. Knowing what you know, it must have +been all a pretence.”</p> + +<p>“Knowing what I know! What do you mean?”</p> + +<p>“You know very well, indeed, what I mean.”</p> + +<p>“I do not.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, you do; you are only pretending now. Your +<!-- Page 124 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>action now is of a piece with your whole conduct +ever since December 28, when the money was taken.”</p> + +<p>“Roy Henning! what on earth do you mean? You +are either crazy, or laboring under some great mistake.”</p> + +<p>Garrett saw with alarm the trend of Henning's +remarks. Was his cousin going to charge him with +the theft? He was very well aware that Roy's +charge, if he should make one, would receive much +more credence in the yard than would any counter-charge +against Roy. He became quite alarmed, for +he was quick enough to see some very unpleasant +consequences. His look of alarm tended to confirm +Roy in his suspicions.</p> + +<p>“No wonder you look frightened, cousin—dear +cousin—loving cousin,” said Henning sarcastically. +He had a long time suffered greatly from innuendo +and unfriendliness, but we must do Roy the justice +to say that such a manner of speech was uncommon +with him. Just at this moment he was nervous and +over-irritable and had not complete control of himself +or of his words.</p> + +<p>“No wonder you look frightened,” he continued, +"now that the tables are beginning to turn. I have +borne suspicion and averted looks from the boys long +enough. You have to bring about a change. You +can do it.”</p> + +<p>“And how, pray?”Garrett was getting angry.</p> + +<p>“You know how very well. One word from you +would clear me. And—you—have—got—to +say it,” </p> + +<p>“It seems to me that you are taking leave of your +senses. How on earth will one word of mine clear +you? The only way that could be done, it seems to +me, would be to incriminate myself, and as to that—no, +I thank you.”<!-- Page 125 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I care not one red cent whether you incriminate +yourself or not. You must clear me—do you +hear?”</p> + +<p>“I would like to know how, and, moreover, I +would like to see you make me.”</p> + +<p>“I can not—that is, I will not make you—but +not for your own sake.”</p> + +<p>Henning remembered the promise he had made +to himself of silence on the night he had spent in the +infirmary. On the other hand Garrett was becoming +very much afraid of his cousin. He had never seen +him so excited or determined before. What did Roy +know? What could he tell to harm him? He knew +that his record with the faculty, and with the boys +too, was not an enviable one. Whatever Roy would +do he would undoubtedly be believed, and he realized +that he would have hard work to disprove any +allegations Roy might make.</p> + +<p>“You speak correctly when you say you can not," +Andrew retorted.</p> + +<p>“I do not! I can make you if I will. For other +reasons I do not wish it. You must do it without +compulsion.”</p> + +<p>“Do what?”</p> + +<p>“Clear me. Clear me of all suspicion.”</p> + +<p>“It seems to me that in the present state of the +boys' minds that would be impossible. In saying +what I have said about you, Roy, I have only followed +the lead of others. Things have been hinted +so often that at last I began to believe some of them—at +least partly believe them.”</p> + +<p>“You coward,” said Henning, now thoroughly +angry. Both boys rose from the bench simultaneously +and faced each other. By a singular chance +each had his hands in his pockets. It appeared for +an instant that they were coming to blows. So<!-- Page 126 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +strained was the situation, that if either had at that +moment taken his hand from his pocket it would +have been a signal for a fight. Henning's face was +white with anger. Garrett's was red with apprehension +and vexation.</p> + +<p>“You are a coward,” repeated Henning; “you +know a great deal about this affair.”</p> + +<p>Garrett thought best to deny all knowledge.</p> + +<p>“I do not.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed! and I suppose you know nothing of the +loosened bars of the window of the committee-room?”</p> + +<p>“No.”</p> + +<p>“I thought not. And I suppose you know nothing +of the boy who was seen to have gone through that +window on the night of the play?”</p> + +<p>“No.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no! Of course not. I suppose, too, there +are half a dozen boys who sport sky-blue sweaters +to make themselves conspicuous.”</p> + +<p>Henning waited a moment and Garrett said:</p> + +<p>“It is no one's concern but my own what I wear.”</p> + +<p>“Well, my dear, affectionate cousin, that blue +sweater was seen—seen, mind—that night to go +through that window and come out again.”</p> + +<p>Garrett started violently. Henning took the +motion for an admission of guilt, but Garrett had +no intention of making such acknowledgment. Indeed +he became as angry as Henning was.</p> + +<p>“Whether I am guilty or not, a question I absolutely +decline to discuss, do you think, you jackanapes, +that I would admit it to you? Not if I know +myself. Do you think I am going to swallow whole +a story like that? You must think I am dreadfully +green, or dreadfully afraid of you. If you have +evidence, bring it forward. That you can, and will +<!-- Page 127 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>not, is to me, permit me to say, all buncombe. Bah! +You weary me! Do what you can and what you +dare,” </p> + +<p>Snapping his fingers with a show of righteous indignation, +Garrett walked away. If the boy were +guilty, if it were he who was seen to enter the room +through that window on the night of the theft, he +now acquitted himself of a splendid piece of acting. +If he were innocent, then his indignation were +natural. Henning would then have to acknowledge +that he had done him a gross injustice. But Roy +was firmly convinced that his cousin had brazened +the thing out. He regretted that he had let him +know that he would not compel him to make an +acknowledgment of his guilt. Roy had never expected +that he would do so. All he required from +his cousin was that he would speak in his favor and +make an effort to turn the tide of opinion, trusting +in his friends for the rest.</p> + +<p>When Andrew Garrett moved away Roy's first +impulse was to follow him and compel a confession. +Suddenly the thought came to him that perhaps he +had blundered. Under the new and annoying impression +he stood motionless until Garrett had disappeared +along the winding walk. Once more, as +his anger left him, he sat down and, head in hands, +meditated on the ugly position in which he found +himself, made worse than before if he had blundered.</p> + +<p>He began now to have doubts regarding the +identity of the thief. Was it not just possible that +some other person possessed a blue sweater as well +as his cousin? Could he have been mistaken, after +all? The window from which he saw the thief was +a hundred yards away. Could he, after all, positively +identify a person at that distance at night? Was he +not too much excited after the successful <i>Richelieu</i><!-- Page 128 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +performance to be in a condition to be certain? He +had taken only a casual glance at the figure, and it +was more than twenty-four hours afterward that he +had remembered the boy wore the fatal blue sweater, +which he now began to realize was the one and only +means of identifying his cousin. Garrett must have +some good grounds for his steady and persistent +denials; yet that he should deny was not surprising +to Roy for he knew his cousin fairly well.</p> + +<p>The young man would have remained long in his +unpleasant and disturbing meditations had he not +heard some one approaching, and singing some ridiculous +parody which had recently “caught” the yard, +having been cleverly introduced into a recent debate +on the relative importance of the Hibernians and the +Anglo-Saxons in this country. It ran:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dew on his thin robe was beany and chill—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere the ship that had brought him had passed out of hearin',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was Alderman Mike, introducing a bill.”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It was Jack Beecham's happy voice, and his merry +laugh echoed through the trees. At that moment, as +he turned a bend in the walk, he caught sight of +Roy.</p> + +<p>“Shame on the false Etruscan who lingers in his +home,” he shouted. “Come on, Roy; Tom Shealey +and myself are going for a good long tramp in the +woods. Why, man, you look as doleful as a November +day. What's up? Come on; a good walk +will drive the blues away.”</p> + +<p>The two friends took Henning for a good long +tramp, which is the most satisfactory curative +process for driving away depression of spirits, settling +one's nerves, and banishing ill-temper.<!-- Page 129 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Garrett is Angry</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">W<span class="smcaps">HEN</span> Andrew left his cousin on the college +walk he was in a very angry mood. He +was quite sure that Henning did not know +whether he was guilty or not, and he was satisfied +that he had so guarded his words in his unexpected +interview that Roy would not be able to take anything +he had said as an admission of guilt. As soon +as he discovered the drift of his cousin's remarks he +made up his mind that he would not be betrayed +into any speech that afterward might be used against +him.</p> + +<p>He had actually started out, as Henning had done, +to find his cousin to talk with him. It will be remembered +that he had used a very conciliatory tone, +and spoke to his relative by his Christian name. He +was acting at the moment under one of the few good +impulses that came to him at that period of his life. +But all this was most unfortunately frustrated by +Henning's miserable ill-humor of the moment.</p> + +<p>Returning to the yard after this stormy interview, +he met the two boys, who, unfortunately, exercised +the worst influence over him of any boys in the +school, Smithers and Stockley. Nothing could have +been more inopportune than their presence just when +he was sore in spirit and angry. He was sore and +more or less ashamed at the part he had played in +regard to his cousin's reputation. He was not always +without touches of compunction on this subject. He +was angry, too, because of the recent interview. He<!-- Page 130 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +knew that on account of this very anger he would +very likely do more injury to Henning. His mind +was in that state that made it ripe for any mischief +these two worthies might suggest.</p> + +<p>“We have been looking for you, Garrett. Where +have you been?”said Smithers.</p> + +<p>“Along the walk.”</p> + +<p>“Some one in the yard said you had gone hobnobbing +with your respectable relative,” remarked +Stockley.</p> + +<p>“I was talking with him for a while, but not hobnobbing, +as you call it.”</p> + +<p>“What had he to say?”asked Smithers. There +was an ugly, vindictive leer on Smithers' face which +Garrett never liked and which in his better moments +he detested. He really despised him, and all his life +he had never associated with this class of boy. Not +being in very good humor, he said:</p> + +<p>“He had no compliments for you, at any rate.”</p> + +<p>“Didn't expect he had. It's not very likely that +one hanging over a precipice with regard to his +reputation, as he is, would have any compliments +for any one. But what did he say, anyway?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, nothing,” answered Garrett. “I find that +he is more fully aware of the suspicions against him +than I imagined. He is pretty sore under them, I +can tell you.”</p> + +<p>Smithers' eyes glittered with satisfaction. By a +strange perversion he was pleased that Henning was +suffering. Why? The answer is difficult. Because, +perhaps, Henning had done him many a good turn. +In time of necessity he was glad enough to receive +assistance. When better times came for him, he +promptly forgot. He lacked gratitude. He was +only one more exemplification of the old adage: “If +you want to lose a friend, lend him money, and if<!-- Page 131 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +you want to gain an enemy put some one under great +obligations to you.”</p> + +<p>“Sore, is he? I can make him sorer still. Have +you heard what has been found?”asked Smithers, +looking first at Stockley and then at Garrett.</p> + +<p>Had the latter been a little more observant he +would have noticed Smithers' eyelids twitch in an +unmistakably nervous way, and his fingers open and +close spasmodically.</p> + +<p>“No, I have not. Not the stolen money, I suppose," +laughed Garrett mirthlessly.</p> + +<p>“Not much,” said Smithers, “that's not likely to +be found. I guess that's gone for good.”</p> + +<p>“What then?”</p> + +<p>“A piece of writing,” </p> + +<p>“Whose?”</p> + +<p>“Henning's.”</p> + +<p>“Of what nature? What has it to do with the +suspicion in the yard?”</p> + +<p>“It has a good deal to do with it.”</p> + +<p>“Well, out with it, if you have anything to tell. +I'm tired of this dallying. What's up?”</p> + +<p>Garrett, still out of temper, was quite testy. It +can be seen that he had very little respect for these +boys. He made no pretense of choosing his words +with them.</p> + +<p>Smithers, nothing daunted by the surly manner in +which he had been addressed, after more or less +fumbling, drew from the inside pocket of his coat a +crumpled sheet of letter-paper. It bore the college +printed address on the top, and was dated December +23.</p> + +<p>“Whose writing is that, do you think?”asked +Smithers.</p> + +<p>“I don't know. Let me look at it. Yes, I do +though! It's my cousin's! What does he say?”<!-- Page 132 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> + +<p>He straightened out the creases and read the letter +hurriedly.</p> + +<p>“Phew! by all that's great, this is a stunner,” said +Garrett.</p> + +<p>The other two boys exchanged glances of satisfaction. +Smithers' eyelids twitched more than ever.</p> + +<p>“Where did you get this from?”</p> + +<p>“No matter where it came from,” answered +Stockley; “it's just what we want to settle this +business. It has been hanging fire long enough. It +ought to be settled for everybody's sake. I think +this will do it.”</p> + +<p>Garrett did not like his cousin, and hitherto had +not been above doing him a bad turn occasionally. +He was recognized, more or less, as the mouthpiece +of those opposed to Roy. To do Andrew justice it +must be admitted that he never quite realized what +injury he was doing his cousin. A full realization of +the injustice of his course was not to come to him for +a long time, but now, since this interview, he was +very uneasy. If Henning was determined to act on +the offensive, he must prepare to defend himself. +Here was a piece of paper, luckily thrown in his +way, with which he could divert suspicion from himself +should his cousin be goaded into retaliating. He +knew enough of Roy's character to realize that he +would have his hands full, if that individual decided +to take the initiative in the tangle.</p> + +<p>But what of the “find” of Smithers? What important +piece of information did it contain which +was evidently so detrimental to Henning as to draw +the sudden exclamation of surprise from Garrett's +lips? It was not a complete letter, but merely a +first draft. It ran as follows: “My dear friend.”</p> + +<p>The word “friend” had been marked through and +"chum”inserted instead.<!-- Page 133 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Your letter rec'd last Monday. Sorry to say that +... have no money now ... so can't possibly do the +thing you wish ... awfully sorry ... feel like stealing +the money rather than letting this thing go undone. +However, wait till the end of Christmas week. +It won't be too late then. Something's going to +happen before that! Then we can go into partnership—at +least for the merit of the thing. Keep +everything dark. Don't say a single word to anybody +about it. Mind now, chum, everything must +be kept a secret, or—smash. Yours, Roy H.”</p> + +<p>The missive, or first copy of one, looked mysterious +enough. To these boys into whose possession +it had by some means fallen, it had a decidedly dark-lantern +appearance. To their minds, in view of what +had happened near the end of the Christmas week, +the words seemed to have a peculiarly sinister meaning +in proportion to each one's prejudice.</p> + +<p>Was the sketch of the proposed letter genuine? +There was no doubt as to that in Garrett's mind. +Everybody knew Henning's writing. Without hesitation +Garrett pronounced it genuine.</p> + +<p>But what could the letter mean? Had his cousin +deliberately planned the robbery? Smithers believed, +or said he believed, this to be the case. Garrett knew +better. In spite of this letter he knew that was too +absurd a notion to entertain. He was, nevertheless, +shrewd enough to see the value of this crumpled +note as a weapon of defense for himself.</p> + +<p>He deliberately put it into his pocket.</p> + +<p>“Hold on there, Garrett,” exclaimed Smithers, +"that note belongs to me.”</p> + +<p>“Excuse me,” replied Andrew, “but I believe it +belongs strictly to Roy Henning.”</p> + +<p>“No, it doesn't. It's my property. I risked—I +mean I discovered it, and it's mine.”<!-- Page 134 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I beg your pardon, but for the present you may +consider it my property. There may be further risk, +you know, for you. It will be quite safe, I assure +you, in my keeping.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I'll be hanged,” exclaimed the dismayed +Smithers.</p> + +<p>“Shouldn't wonder in the least—some day," +replied Garret imperturbably.</p> + +<p>“But it's mine,” </p> + +<p>“Beg to differ with you. It never was yours. It +is mine now, at least for a time. I haven't decided +yet what to do with it—whether to tear it up, or +restore it to its rightful owner.”</p> + +<p>He intended to do neither one nor the other. He +had formed his plan, but he had not the slightest +intention of taking either Stockley or Smithers into +his confidence. The latter was very angry at the +loss of the letter, but he knew very well that he could +not get it back until Garrett pleased to return it. +His ill humor was not lessened when Garrett said as +he walked away:</p> + +<p>“By the way, I should recommend you to say +nothing about this so-called 'find' of yours, you +fellows, for I am strongly under the impression that +it is bogus, and besides, it might be difficult to convince +people you came by it honestly.”</p> + +<p>Smithers' eyelids exhibited that nervous twitching +more rapidly than ever.<!-- Page 135 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">A Talk</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">S<span class="smcaps">HEALEY</span> and Beecham captured Roy Henning and +took him for a long stroll through the woods +that Sunday afternoon. He, in the keen enjoyment +of witnessing nature once again awake from its +long winter slumber, for a time forgot his annoyances, +and was the merriest of the three. The time +passed as only a bright holiday can pass with the +light-hearted.</p> + +<p>Now there was a hunt for the nimble squirrel, +which always got safely away. Anon there was a +plunge into the thickest coppice for spring flowers. +From these dense undergrowths the three more than +once emerged minus the treasures they sought, and +plus a number of scratches on hands and face, and +with not a little damage to Sunday suits. In the +sunny spots they found the first delicate fern fronds. +In one particularly romantic spot they found a number +of beautiful fungi. Jack Beecham dexterously +made a little birch-bark box, which he filled with soft +green moss, carefully placing his treasures therein. +In their journey they were lucky enough to come +across some morels, and one or two of those +vegetable curiosities, the earth-star. With these +boys a ramble into the country was much more than +so many steps taken to a certain spot, and so many +back again. Their studies had sharpened their +powers of outdoor observation, so that a walk was +an intellectual exercise as well as a physical one.</p> + +<p>Many times during that afternoon Roy recalled<!-- Page 136 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +the interview with his cousin a few minutes before +starting, but with a certain determination he put the +matter from his mind for the present, intent on +giving himself entirely to the enjoyment of the +beauties of nature on an ideal spring day, and to the +pleasant companionship of two very delightful fellow-students. +For a time he forgot all about Garrett.</p> + +<p>When the journey was near its end; when the +tired and healthy, hungry three were once more +nearing the college grounds, the thoughts of what +he had said and done with regard to his cousin, and +that same cousin's noncommittal responses, once +more filled Roy's mind and made him thoughtful and +reserved again.</p> + +<p>“There you are,” scolded Jack Beecham; “I do +declare, Roy, you ought to live in the woods altogether. +As soon as you come near home you at once +put on a long face, turn down the corners of your +mouth, and look as sour as—as vinegar and water.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” added Tom Shealey, “I'm going to call +you in future Old Glum—that's the only name that +suits you now. What on earth is the use of being +so sober and somber about things?”</p> + +<p>“Just at present,” answered Roy, “I do not think +I have anything to make me unusually cheerful; +nothing certainly that would make me dance and +sing with joy.”</p> + +<p>“Afraid of your semi-annual exam?”asked +Beecham.</p> + +<p>“No. That examination does not bother me. The +Little Go, as our English cousins call it, will, I believe, +be somewhat of a picnic for me.”</p> + +<p>“That's what you think,” said Jack, “but we don't +all think that way, do we, Tom?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, no,” answered Tom Shealey grimly. +The half-yearly had certain terrors for poor Tom. +<!-- Page 137 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>He had not shone with particular brilliancy in the +examination in minor logic. He assured his friends +that the examiners were unanimous that he had not +shown any remarkable scintillations of genius in his +mathematical trial, and the least said about the +opinion entertained of him by his professor in geology +and astronomy, the better for Tom's reputation +as a hard student.</p> + +<p>“Well, then, Roy,” asked Beecham, “if you are not +afraid of the semi, why do you look so gloomy?”</p> + +<p>“I wish most heartily, Jack, that something would +turn up to settle that wretched robbery business. At +all events, one great load is off my mind. Yesterday +I received a letter from my father. I think I have +already told you that he is a pretty stern man. Well, +he's all right. He wrote that he had the fullest confidence +in me in this money business.”</p> + +<p>“Whoopla,” shouted Shealey, “good for the old +gentleman. Whoop! Don't you know, old fellow, +I was terribly afraid for you from that quarter. He's +a brick,” </p> + +<p>“He tells me that every effort should be made +to discover the culprit. He even said he was willing +to bear a good share of the expense of securing a +detective and so forth, considering that his son was +the one who had the management of the funds.”</p> + +<p>“What's the matter with Henning père?”shouted +Shealey the irrepressible.</p> + +<p>“Wait, Tom. He wrote more. He is willing to +send me a check for the seventy-two dollars, if by +paying it back into the fund I do not compromise +myself.”</p> + +<p>“How? What does he mean?”asked Beecham.</p> + +<p>“This way, I suppose. If I pay it back I shall be +considered by some to have—to speak plainly—to +have taken it myself, or to have had some knowledge<!-- Page 138 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +of the guilty party, and, consequently, to have connived +at it.”</p> + +<p>“Does any living soul in his sound senses, you +Don Quixote,” exclaimed Beecham, with an earnestness +curiously resembling anger, “for an infinitesimal +moment imagine you knew anything of it,” </p> + +<p>The generous tone of voice, the absolute confidence +it displayed, was grateful and soothing to the +worried boy. His suspicions of his own cousin, which +were not dissipated by that afternoon's encounter, +was the difficulty with him now. The letter of his +father said: “to have any knowledge of the guilty +party.”Of course, conniving was out of the +question. But Garrett! What to think of that which +he saw on the night of the play! Could he have +been mistaken? Oh, if Garrett that afternoon had +only openly denied all knowledge of it, how happy +Roy would be now! Under his present knowledge, +however, he felt he could not accept the money from +his father. Under a full conviction of his cousin's +guilt he had made that strange promise of silence, +and this he was determined to keep, let come what +might. Thus his quandary, which arose on his part +from a certain sense of honor, for he would not act +upon a mere suspicion, and he also earnestly desired +to save a relative the shame of being accused.</p> + +<p>“No, I really believe,” said Henning, in answer to +Beecham's indignant question, “I really believe that +even those boys who profess to suspect me do not +believe what they say. I do not believe there is a +boy in the yard, nor a single member of the faculty, +who has the least real suspicion that I know anything +about the theft.”</p> + +<p>“I guess not,” said Jack, and then added, “well, +then, it's settled, isn't it?”</p> + +<p>“Unfortunately, no. There is something in this<!-- Page 139 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +affair, which, until the robber is caught and the whole +question disposed of forever, I can not mention; yet +it is important enough for me to be prevented in +honor from writing for that money.”</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham and Tom Shealey looked at each +other in blank surprise. They then indulged in a +long stare—not a mere look or glance, but a long, +open stare—at Roy. Under the two pairs of very +wide-open eyes he remained as inscrutable as a +sphinx. There was not a movement of eyes or lips +which could give them the slightest clue by which +they might arrive at some understanding of the +strange announcement.</p> + +<p>“You don't mean to say,” said Shealey, with eyes +still wide open, “that, after all, you are in some +way impli— oh! hang it all, I'm talking nonsense +now,”</p> + +<p>Roy Henning burst out laughing. Notwithstanding +his worry he enjoyed his friends' bewilderment.</p> + +<p>“I guess you are,” he said.</p> + +<p>“Look here, Mr. Roy Aloysius Henning,” said +Jack Beecham, “I consider you the most inexplicable, +inexorable, incomprehensible creature on the face of +the footstool. Now look here! No humbug, you +know—we, your friends, I, Tom, and Brose, for +here he comes—demand from you an explanation +right here and now. You must tell us the whole +affair.”</p> + +<p>“No.”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“No. I can not do it.”</p> + +<p>“If you don't do it, I'll——”Jack stopped dismayed. +He saw that Roy was firm. “I'll fling some +more big names at you.”</p> + +<p>“Can't help it, Jackie. I guess I can stand 'em.”</p> + +<p>“But this thing's got to be straightened out,” <!-- Page 140 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> + +<p>“If so, it has to be done without my taking any +part in the straightening—see?”</p> + +<p>“But, man alive! You are the most interested! +If you know anything of importance, why not inform +your friends, and let us ferret out the truth or +falsity of your surmises?”</p> + +<p>“No. It can not be done. If I am to be exonerated +from these very unjust and, I confess, very +annoying aspersions, it must be done gratuitously +and of the free will of the person or persons +malignant enough to start the rumors. Do you not +see, my friends, that if you began to move in order +to exonerate me, everybody would consider you as +acting as my agents and under my direction——”</p> + +<p>“Quixotic nonsense——”began Beecham.</p> + +<p>“Wait, Jack. This is the penalty you pay for your +friendship. I will tell you this much, in gratitude +for your interest and loyalty. I have made a solemn +pledge to keep absolutely silent with respect to any +suspicions I may have until the whole is settled and +cleared up.”</p> + +<p>“But you in the meantime are suffering,” said +Jack.</p> + +<p>“Can't help it. Better suffer than be unjust. +Better bear a little, than perhaps do another an +almost irreparable injury.”</p> + +<p>His friends began to have some glimmerings of +the reasons why he would not move or be moved. +All of them were aware of his delicacy of conscience. +They knew of his high sense of honor, of +his exactitude, which amounted in their eyes to +scrupulosity. It was, therefore, with no small +amount of admiration, which, however, they disguised +under much banter and teasing, that they +acquiesced in Henning's view of his own conduct in +the matter.<!-- Page 141 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Roy, you're a chump,” said Shealey.</p> + +<p>“Yes, and a gump,” added Jack Beecham.</p> + +<p>“And my quota of abuse is,” said Bracebridge, +who by this time understood the drift of the talk, “is +that you are a—what shall I say—oh! yes—that +you are a frump, whatever that is; it rhymes anyway.”</p> + +<p>Roy bowed low, as if receiving compliments and +bouquets. When he left to go to his classroom to +write to his father, Jack Beecham said:</p> + +<p>“That fellow is a second Bayard—<i>sans reproche</i>.”</p> + +<p>“So say all who know him,” added Shealey, and +Ambrose said: “Amen.”<!-- Page 142 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Unexpected</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">I<span class="smcaps">T WAS</span> remarkable, and even surprised Garrett himself, +that Smithers and Stockley made no capital +out of their knowledge of the existence of what +appeared to be an incriminating document. The +sketch of the letter which they had shown with such +assurance to Garrett, and which that individual, with +an assumption of superiority that had completely +cowed the two, had coolly kept in his possession, did +have something of a suspicious appearance.</p> + +<p>Why did Garrett retain it? Was it a last card +held in reserve to play against his cousin's hand? +Did he believe the letter to be genuine? Finally, +after all, did he wish to spare his cousin?</p> + +<p>At this time this last consideration had no weight +with him. He had various reasons for acting as he +had done. One strong one was that he proposed to +hold all the threads of the plot in his own hands and +manipulate them to his own advantage. He was by +no means sure how this evidence of Roy's supposed +complicity would be received by the boys. He felt +sure that many would pooh-pooh such a document +as worthless. He did not desire to prove nothing by +overstepping the mark in attempting to prove too +much.</p> + +<p>Suspicious as the letter looked objectively, Garrett +was not so stupid as not to know there must be some +very good explanation of the words; although unsupported +by an explanation they certainly did appear +to incriminate the writer, in view of all that +had happened since they were penned.<!-- Page 143 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> + +<p>Smithers saw plainly enough that without the +letter being produced (confound that Garrett's impudence!) +his words would have no weight. This +young man was quite well aware that he bore a very +odorous—in fact a malodorous—reputation among +even his friends. Many knew of his despicable ingratitude +toward Roy Henning.</p> + +<p>Stockley had a plan of his own which he told to +neither Smithers nor Garrett, and had adopted a +Fabian policy. Thus it happened that Roy Henning +was spared the knowledge that one of these boys +had in his possession a copy or draft of a letter of +his, which he could, had he so wished, use against +him and thus cause him more annoyance.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile time flew on. The warm weather had +come. It was now very pleasant to be out of doors, +and, of course, the great question now occupying all +interest was that of the prospects of the ball team. +It was found to the general satisfaction that there +was very good material after all, in spite of the lack +of the winter practice.</p> + +<p>Harry Gill, a fast friend of Henning, and a great +supporter of Rob Jones, was chosen captain and +manager. He was a popular boy who could write a +pleasing challenge and gain and retain the good will +of those teams who even refused to play St. Cuthbert's. +To the surprise of all he secured a game +with the celebrated Blandyke team, to be played on +the home grounds. This was delightful news for +the yard, the more so because it was so unexpected.</p> + +<p>The Blandykes had assured the St. Cuthbert's boys +early in the spring, that they had played them for the +last time, not because of any disagreement or because +they had been beaten previously, but because their +faculty had ruled against the long travel. Yet here +was Gill, at the very opening of the season, securing<!-- Page 144 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +the first great game without hitch or flaw, and on +the home grounds.</p> + +<p>The boys were jubilant. Their satisfaction was +increased when they learned that Gill, by his irresistible +charm of manner, had induced Henning to +practice with the team. He could not get Roy to +promise to play in the match game, but to have him +in the practice games was something. Every one admitted +that Roy was an exceptionally fine player. +Much of the beginning of the undercurrent of talk +against him in the previous fall was, it will be remembered, +owing to his refusal to have any more to +do with sports, and especially with baseball.</p> + +<p>How could he now reconcile himself to his father's +positive injunction to engage in no sports and yet +play practice games? Roy had thought the matter +over and had come to a decision.</p> + +<p>His father had told him there were to be no sports. +This he adhered to scrupulously. His father had +said there was to be enough exercise only by which +to keep a sound mind in a sound body. Now to +him, as to many another healthy, hearty boy, after +the long dormant months of winter, there was need +of good outdoor exercise. Where could one find it +better than in the great game? But was not this +sport, in the understanding of his father? Roy +thought it was not, that is, practice games were not. +With match games it was different. He reasoned +that his father knew that he was athletic, that wheeling +could not always suffice, and that long walks +were a mere winter expedient. He therefore arrived +at the eminently satisfactory conclusion that his +father did not intend, when he told him to keep a +sound mind in a sound body, that he should be altogether +excluded from the game which, above all +others, was best able to secure that end. Casuists<!-- Page 145 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +may argue pro and con on the soundness of Roy's +conclusion if they will. We leave it to them.</p> + +<p>It is well known that there is nothing in a college +so well adapted to the breaking up of animosities and +of undesirable alliances and dangerous particular +friendships which lead to no good, as baseball. +The adage, “birds of a feather flock together,” is +particularly true of boys at school during the winter +season. Crowded together in a certain circumscribed +space of one or two or three halls, according +to the excellence of the college equipment, the very +best boys are often forced to form acquaintances +with those with whom they would otherwise not +closely associate.</p> + +<p>This had been particularly the case this year at +St. Cuthbert's, owing to the diversity of opinion as +to the question of the identity of the undiscovered +thief. As we know, many boys were inclined to +suspect Roy Henning. Among these were some of +the best ball-players. Now Harry Gill, captain and +manager, was substitute pitcher. Stockley was a +splendid first baseman, and could pitch well. +Smithers, too, although not liked generally by the +boys, was too fine a player to be ignored. Beecham, +of course, was on the team, as was Bracebridge. +Garrett, so the boys declared, “would have eaten his +hat”to have been selected for a place on the first +nine. Gill, however, appointed strictly according to +merit, and Andrew rose no higher than substitute for +third baseman. That, however, was something in a +place like St. Cuthbert's, because the substitutes, +beside traveling with the team, were always the opposing +team in practice games, and during the spring +and early summer saw a deal of fine work.</p> + +<p>It is an axiom that in order to play good ball, all +differences of opinion must be dropped. No team<!-- Page 146 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +could be enthusiastic for victory with three or four +currents of self-interest or animosity thwarting and +dampening all efforts and rendering harmonious and +united action impossible.</p> + +<p>All disagreements had been dropped, or at least +hidden away. All were enthusiastic. When Gill +announced to the team that Roy Henning had consented +to play at all practice games, the percentage +of enthusiasm, if it could be measured in that way, +rose very high. Now all bickerings and animosities +seemed to be forgotten, and they actually were for +a time. As far as team work went, there was one +heart and one soul. The prospects were indeed +bright.</p> + +<p>What a splendid player Roy was! He stood there +in the pitcher's box, a picture of fine young manhood. +His long brown hair blowing over his forehead appeared +to get into his eyes at every move. With a +graceful leonine backward movement of the head he +would toss the hair out of his way. He was never +excited. He always had his wits about him. In a +critical moment he could be relied upon. He had +the habit of keeping a piece of chewing gum in his +mouth. To the uninitiated it appeared the most important +part of the game for him to keep his jaws +in steady, slow motion. Some said it kept him from +becoming excited—that the attention required to +keep up the regular, slow motion of his molars prevented +any other kind of distraction. Be this as it +may, he never showed excitement, but was always +calm and cool, and not unfrequently at critical +moments exasperatingly slow.</p> + +<p>And then what an arm he had, and what movement! +He seemed merely to put his hand forward +and the ball went high, or low, or wherever he +willed. He was a great acquisition to the team. The<!-- Page 147 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +baseball enthusiasts, which is equivalent to saying all +the boys, certainly had some excuse for chagrin +when, without explanation, he retired from the game +the year before.</p> + +<p>Who does not love the sight of ball players on the +diamond, especially in the early summer! The bright +uniforms, the brighter faces flushed with the joy of +living and of anticipation! Then the merry shout +and laugh! How it makes the blood tingle, and +sends the spirit of youth once more through one's +veins!</p> + +<p>In the last practice game before the match with +the Blandykes the boys in their uniforms, white shirts +and blue pants, stockings, and caps, presented a picturesque +scene. The kindly sun, as yet not too hot, +flushed their cheeks, while the liquid blue above and +the fresh tender grass beneath their feet lent additional +zest to their enjoyment. It was the first +important practice game the boys had played.</p> + +<p>When at length it came to an end all the players +clustered around Roy Henning at the home plate, +congratulating him on his pitching. Jack Beecham +and Ambrose stood a little apart, watching the group.</p> + +<p>“Isn't it a pity, Brose, that Roy won't play against +the Blandykes next Tuesday,” remarked Jack.</p> + +<p>“Indeed it is—a thousand pities. But you may +be sure he knows what he is doing.”</p> + +<p>“Guess he does. But there's a particularly sable +individual in the woodpile somewhere! I wonder +what it all means?”</p> + +<p>“Many beside you have wondered,” responded +Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>“Oh, he must play next week—must, must, we +can't do without him! He must play, and that's all +there is about it.”</p> + +<p>“I am afraid he won't though. Hello, what's up? +<!-- Page 148 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>Look, here comes Mr. Shalford. How serious he +looks,” </p> + +<p>The two boys touched their hats as the prefect +approached.</p> + +<p>“Have you seen Henning, boys? Ah, there he is,” </p> + +<p>The prefect went to the group surrounding their +ideal pitcher. They were using all the art persuasive +they could command to extort a promise from him +to play in the forthcoming match game. It is hard to +say how much longer he would have had to withstand +their importunities, had they not suddenly +ceased upon catching sight of Mr. Shalford.</p> + +<p>“Henning, I want you.”</p> + +<p>Roy disengaged himself from the crowd.</p> + +<p>“Here's a telegram for you. The President told +me to give it to you at once, and you are to go to +him immediately.”</p> + +<p>Outside of strictly business circles, the arrival of +a telegram has always its preliminary terrors. The +yellow missive may contain such startling news! The +message which Roy's father had sent him was startling +enough. It read:</p> + +<p>“Ethel is believed to be dying. Come at once. +G. H.”</p> + +<p>Roy went over to where Beecham and Bracebridge +were standing. Without a word he placed the telegram +in Ambrose's hand. After reading it the +three friends at once moved toward the college. The +crowd of boys, lately so loud and clamorous, were +silent now, in the presence of some unknown +calamity.</p> + +<p>Roy walked on as if stunned, for a little while +scarcely knowing where he was going. Jack and +Ambrose, after one sympathetic pressure of his +hand, walked with him in silent sympathy.<!-- Page 149 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Fairest Lily</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">T<span class="smcaps">HE</span> President was waiting for Henning in his +office. The two friends left Roy at the door, +and quietly stole out of the corridor into the +sunshine, where with subdued voices they discussed +the misfortune which was overshadowing their +friend.</p> + +<p>“I never knew a boy to meet with so many misfortunes +in one year as Roy has done,” said Beecham.</p> + +<p>“It is hard,” replied Bracebridge, “but God +knows best. I sometimes think he is being tried, as +gold is tried in the furnace, for some great purpose.”</p> + +<p>Beecham was silent. Such thoughts were just a +little above Jack's ordinary plane of thinking. Bracebridge +continued:</p> + +<p>“What do you say if, during his absence, we make +a grand effort to find the thief? What a glorious +thing it would be if he could come back cleared of +all suspicion,” </p> + +<p>Beecham was never patient when the words “suspicion” +and “Henning” were mentioned in the same +connection. This time he said something quite +rough, and, to tell the truth, quite unlike himself. +Ambrose looked up in surprise.</p> + +<p>“You must excuse me. I lose all patience in this +affair.”</p> + +<p>“All right, old fellow. We will make a big effort, +eh?”</p> + +<p>“You may bet your last little round red cent we +will.”<!-- Page 150 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p> + +<p>Henning reappeared. He had but little time to +spare if he would catch the six o'clock train. By +traveling all night he would reach home by seven +o'clock in the morning. Hurriedly changing his +clothes, he shook hands with the two and was driven +to the depot. Both promised to write as soon as +there was anything important to write about.</p> + +<p>While Roy Henning is traveling homeward as +fast as a night express can take him, we will explain +the reason why the telegram had been sent. This +can not be done better than by going to the Henning +home, and there tracing the course of events.</p> + +<hr class="narrow" /> + +<p>“I think it's real mean to rain like this,” said +Tommy Henning, early in the morning of the day +on which Roy, his big brother, had received the +alarming telegram. Tommy let his picture book +drop to the floor, and swung his fat little legs backward +and forward. Soon tiring of this, he flattened +his nose against the window pane of the drawing-room +where the two children had been trying to +amuse themselves.</p> + +<p>“What's mean, Tommy?”asked his sister, Ethel.</p> + +<p>“Oh, things,” and with this broad generalization +he continued to exercise his legs. “What's the use +if it's going to rain all the time?”</p> + +<p>“But it isn't going to rain all day. It will clear +up before long, see if it doesn't.”</p> + +<p>Tommy was a real boy and, like his big brother, +hated above all things to be obliged to remain indoors. +It had been raining for twenty-four hours, +and he longed to get outside in the free, fresh air, +being particularly anxious just now to take Ethel +for a ride in the boat on the big pond below the +orchard.</p> + +<p>Tommy was sturdy, but his sister was a frail girl,<!-- Page 151 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +of shy and nervous disposition. Her chief characteristic +was her passionate love for her brother Tom, +who did not show much appreciation of her affection, +because he did not realize its depth. He loved his +sister, but in a somewhat boisterous manner. Not +unfrequently he showed his affection in a way that +was rather painful than otherwise to the delicate +child. This was because he did not think. He did +not intend to be rough, yet he secretly thought that +it was a hardship that she was not a boy, for then +he could have “lots more fun.” They got along well +together, however, and loved each other very dearly.</p> + +<p>True to Ethel's prediction, it soon ceased raining, +the clouds breaking and rolling away in great +masses. Tom's vivacity returned with the sunshine.</p> + +<p>“Ma! ma! may we go down to the pond now, and +get some of those lilies?”begged Tommy, as he +rushed into his mother's room.</p> + +<p>“I am afraid not for the present, my son,” replied +his mother, “at least Ethel can not go. It is a little +chilly after the rain, and besides, the boat will be +full of water.”</p> + +<p>Ethel did not really care about going just then, +but seeing how anxious her brother was to enjoy the +ride and get the beautiful flowers, the first lilies of +the summer, she also pleaded for permission. At +length under the combined pleading of the two, +Mrs. Henning consented.</p> + +<p>“Now, Tommy,” she said, “if I let you go, you +must promise me not to go near the mill-race.”</p> + +<p>“All right, Ma; there's lots of room without going +near there,” and the handsome little fellow scampered +off in high glee, with the full intention of +keeping his promise.</p> + +<p>The injunction was not an unnecessary one. The +mill-race was a dangerous spot. At the sluice there<!-- Page 152 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +was a considerable current of water which would +take a boat caught in it over the bank and dangerously +dash it into deep water, if it escaped being +broken to pieces on some large boulders which had +formerly been a part of the masonry of an old mill.</p> + +<p>The pond was noted in the neighborhood for the +profusion and beauty of its water-lilies. The children +found no greater delight in the summer than in +gathering them and adorning their pretty suburban +home with them.</p> + +<p>The boy found there was not much water in the +boat. With Ethel's assistance he bailed it out and +they were soon among the water-lilies. They formed +a pretty picture—these two children, Tom in his +white flannel shirt adorned with a pretty pink tie, a +special Christmas gift of Ethel; she in her pink dress +and white sunbonnet, her lap almost covered with +luxuriant flowers.</p> + +<p>“That's enough, Tom; plenty for to-day,” said +Ethel.</p> + +<p>“All right. Now for a good row around the pond +while you cut the stalks.”</p> + +<p>Tommy had a good voice, and as he rowed he +began to sing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">“See our oars with feathered spray<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sparkle in the beam of day,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As along the lake we glide<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Swiftly o'er the silent tide.”<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The pond was large enough to afford the boy a +good pull with the oars. He enjoyed it immensely. +The boat had glided from shore to shore several +times, when Master Tommy Henning began to look +for fresh excitement. Stealthily he began to pull +stronger on one oar than on the other, and so +gradually to near the mill-race.<!-- Page 153 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Oh, Tom! Tommy! look, look, we are getting +near the dam,” shouted Ethel, very much frightened.</p> + +<p>“That's nothing. There's no danger here,” said +the boy. He made a turn, then came nearer than +before to the dangerous spot.</p> + +<p>“I'm so frightened! Tom, please, Tom, don't go +so near,” pleaded Ethel.</p> + +<p>“That's because you are a girl. If you were a boy +you wouldn't be frightened a little bit.”</p> + +<p>He rowed away for a little space, and soon in a +spirit of pure bravado he pulled nearer a few feet. +Ethel began screaming with fright.</p> + +<p>“That's just like girls. They always scream at +something or other,” said the ungallant Tommy.</p> + +<p>Ethel was very much frightened. She trembled +violently, but Tom affected not to see. With another +stroke he went still nearer to the mill-race. At this +Ethel gave a prolonged, agonizing shriek of fear, +which made even her madcap brother feel a little +uncomfortable, although he still persisted in teasing +her, for he knew his strength and as yet had the boat +under complete control.</p> + +<p>“I'm going nearer yet, Sis,” he said to the greatly +frightened little girl, and began to turn the prow of +the boat a little.</p> + +<p>She began one more wild shriek of terror, but +stopped suddenly. She could scream no more. The +horror of her perilous position rendered her mute. +She could do nothing but shiver and tremble violently. +Her eyes were wide and staring.</p> + +<p>“What do you stop screaming for? You ain't out +of danger yet. Girls always scream longer than that +in one breath.”</p> + +<p>There was no reply. Tom looked around to see +his sister burst into a very torrent of tears. This +was too much for the boy.<!-- Page 154 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Oh, come, Ethel. I was only fooling. Don't +cry. There's no danger. See,” </p> + +<p>He headed the boat in the opposite direction and +began to row away from the dangerous locality. +Ethel continued to sob convulsively, unable to +restrain herself. She had been thoroughly frightened, +and now she could not speak. Her eyes were staring +wildly; the blue veins on her forehead stood out +rigidly. She seemed choking as if half stifled with +the horror she had felt. Tom was now heartily +ashamed of himself, and heartily wished he had not +disobeyed.</p> + +<p>“Stop crying, Ethie, and I'll give you my new box +of paints,” said he anxiously.</p> + +<p>The magnitude of the inducement was the measure +of Tom's anxiety. But with even this tempting offer +of his greatest wealth, she could not refrain from +weeping and sobbing.</p> + +<p>“I never thought you would take on so, or I never +would go near the old thing. I just did it for fun," +urged the boy persistently. All his coaxing was of +no avail and he became alarmed at her hysterical +sobbing. To add to his confusion, as he neared the +boat-landing he saw his mother standing on the bank. +She had heard the screaming, and rushed down to +the pond, fearing some accident had happened.</p> + +<p>“What have you been doing to your sister?”she +asked sternly.</p> + +<p>“I thought I would scare her a little bit—only a +little, though; that's all, Mama.”</p> + +<p>“And you went near the dam?”</p> + +<p>“Not very close—true if I did. There was no +danger.”</p> + +<p>Ethel's pale face and hysterical weeping told how +near he had been.</p> + +<p>“Go to the house, sir, and stay there for the rest<!-- Page 155 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +of the day,” said his mother, in a tone Tommy knew +from experience was not to be disobeyed.</p> + +<p>This was a great punishment for Tommy, for, of +all things, he loved to be out of doors in the free air +of heaven. There was, however, a certain manliness +about the little fellow, so he went to his punishment +without a word. He could not understand why his +sister had screamed so much, and more especially +why she did not now stop crying.</p> + +<p>Ethel did not easily recover from her fright. Her +mother brought her to the house and laid her on a +cushioned lounge, where she remained all the afternoon +completely prostrated. Tommy was told to +stay in the same room, which he did more or less +sulkily. He thought his punishment excessive, and +he showed his resentment to his sister by being a +little bit cross to her. Early in the afternoon he +worked himself into the belief that he was actually +the injured one. All this was a proceeding most unusual +with Tommy.</p> + +<p>The little girl lay on the lounge quite weakened +and very sick from her adventure. She did not move, +but lay still and quiet, with an occasional hard sob, +resembling the last muttering of a storm in the distance. +Toward four o'clock of that long afternoon +she said faintly to her brother:</p> + +<p>“Tommy, I am so thirsty; will you get me a +drink?”</p> + +<p>Now Master Tom was still quite ill-tempered and, +contrary to his usual custom, very much disinclined +to oblige her. Seeing a glass of water on the table, +he handed it to her, saying:</p> + +<p>“Here's some. Drink this.”</p> + +<p>She touched her feverish lips to it and said: “It's +quite warm. It has been here all day. Mama +brought it in this morning for the canary.”<!-- Page 156 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Well, it's good water, anyhow,” said Master +Tommy, and he went back to his seat and sulked.</p> + +<p>She sighed and closed her eyes without allaying +her thirst. Presently Mrs. Henning came into the +room, and saw, with alarm, that Ethel was in a high +fever. She telephoned at once for the family physician, +who was in his office when the message came. +When he came he looked very grave, and declared +that the child would not live more than twenty-four +hours. The physician knew Ethel's constitution well. +She had grown up an extremely delicate child. He +gave no hope of her recovery. He declared the +attack had been brought on by some unwonted +exertion beyond her strength, or by some extraordinary +strain caused by great fear or overwhelming +grief. When told of what had occurred on the pond +he shook his head ominously, and frankly told the +mother to expect the worst, recommending, as a +conscientious physician, that a priest be called without +delay.<!-- Page 157 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Passing of Ethel</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">A<span class="smcaps">S SOON</span> as Tommy realized that Ethel was really +sick there came a revulsion of feeling such as +all generous natures are subject to. He was +no longer angry or sulky. He racked his brains to +discover means by which he could make amends for +his unkindness of the afternoon.</p> + +<p>Tommy had one great treasure which no one was +allowed to touch. This was a precious silver mug, +a birthday present. He never used it except on +some very extraordinary occasion. It was rarely +taken from his mother's china-closet, where it occupied +a place of honor. Now he thought of this +mug, but first he took a pitcher out to the pump and +used the handle vigorously until his arms ached. He +then went to the cupboard and took out his great +treasure, carrying it and the pitcher to where Ethel +was lying.</p> + +<p>“Sissie dear,” he said softly, “I'm awful sorry +I've been mean to you 's afternoon. I didn't know +you were sick, sure. If I had known that I'd got +you a barrelful of water, sure I would.”</p> + +<p>Ethel opened her eyes with a pleasant smile. She +knew that Tommy loved her. He was trying to +make amends. That was enough to make her happy.</p> + +<p>“Here, Ethel, dear. I've brought you the coldest +water I could get from the well, and here's my silver +cup to drink it out of.”</p> + +<p>The little sufferer was now too far gone to care +for water. Wishing to respond to her brother's<!-- Page 158 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +kindness she took the mug and put it to her lips, as +if drinking a long draught. But Tommy saw she +was not drinking.</p> + +<p>“Why, Ethel, you only make believe! Don't be +afraid to drink. I'll keep on carrying in pitchers all +night if you want 'em. 'Taint no trouble at all +for me.”</p> + +<p>Ethel saw his generosity of purpose and smiled +again.</p> + +<p>“Drink some more, Ethel. It's good.”She could +not resist such importunity, and she drank some of +the water, more than she needed, in order to please +him.</p> + +<p>Tommy exaggerated his fault in his own eyes. +Now, in order to make amends, he strove urgently +to make his sister drink, coaxing her at least every +ten minutes to do so, until at last she was fain to +tell him it was impossible for her to take any more. +If he could not make her drink, he could, nevertheless, +keep the water cool, so he changed it at least +every fifteen minutes. Who shall say but what the +angels carried these crude acts of reparation to the +Mercy Seat, and brought back blessings for sorrowful +Tommy?</p> + +<p>Ethel realized that she was very ill. The doctor's +grave face confirmed her worst fears. She did not +fear to die. Had she not gone to confession every +week for a year past, and although the pure little +child knew it not, the good priest knew full well +that for weeks together he scarcely found matter for +absolution. She did not want to die, not yet at +least, if it were the will of God, until she had made +her First Communion. Her pure soul had not yet +been strengthened by the Bread of Angels. How +ardently for months she had longed for the day of +her First Communion, and now it seemed so hard to<!-- Page 159 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +die before that great event. Would not the sweet +Jesus spare her at least until she could receive Him! +Long and earnestly, on her couch of suffering, she +prayed that she might receive this supreme happiness. +She knew that she was dying. The frightful +pain in her back told her, as she lay there in such +helplessness, that her weakness could not long battle +against so sudden and so violent an attack. But oh, +to be deprived of the great privilege!</p> + +<p>“Lord, I am not worthy! Lord, I am not worthy +that Thou shouldst come to me! Come, oh, come, +my Lord Jesus,” she repeated again and again, +between her acts of contrition.</p> + +<p>It was in this hour of supreme suspense and +anxiety of her parents that Ethel's beautiful character +shone forth. Patient, humble, thankful for the +least kindness shown, or office performed for her, +she fairly broke the heart of father and mother, who +now realized, more completely than ever, what a +beautiful treasure they were losing.</p> + +<p>The priest was grieved to see this stricken one of +his flock. Ethel's eyes brightened when she saw +him. He heard the child's last confession and administered +Extreme Unction. Long the confession +lasted—those guileless self-accusations of an almost +guiltless soul. When the family were re-admitted +they saw that both priest and penitent had been +weeping.</p> + +<p>“Has the poor child told you her greatest desire, +Father?”asked the grieving mother.</p> + +<p>“Yes. I have no hesitation in giving her Holy +Communion. She was sufficiently prepared a year +ago. If you will make the proper preparations I +will bring the Holy Sacrament and administer First +Communion.”</p> + +<p>Not until Tommy saw the priest visit the house,<!-- Page 160 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +and learned that his sister had been anointed did he +realize that she was dangerously ill. When the priest +left, he rushed to the couch, and kneeling, took +Ethel's hand and covered it with tears and kisses, +crying passionately with heartrending sobs:</p> + +<p>“Ethel, Ethel, Ethel! don't die, don't die yet! Ask +God and His Mother to make you well again. You +know they will if you ask them.”His cry was an +unconscious tribute to his sister's goodness.</p> + +<p>Ethel waited with joy and calmness the approach +of her Lord. Very soon the priest, bearing the +Sacred Host, arrived and the whole household +assembled to honor the divine Visitor, and to pray +for the departing soul.</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding her intense pain, Ethel appeared +to be in a transport of joy. Her calm, waxlike face +was faintly flushed at the fulfilment of her ardent +longings. As she lay making fervent acts of love +and thanksgiving, she resembled an angel rather +than a child of human clay. So thought her spiritual +director as he gave her the last absolution and blessing +and began to recite the prayers for the dying.</p> + +<p>Tommy's grief became deeper and more demonstrative. +His mother gently drew him into the next +room, telling him it was for Ethel's good, as he was +disturbing her recollection and happiness. With this +assurance he became content, although he sobbed as +if his heart would break.</p> + +<p>Silently, and in helpless, though resigned, anguish +the father and mother watched through the long +night the flickering spark of life fade and expire. +More than once during these long hours they believed +the beautiful soul had flown to God, its +Maker. Hoping against hope, they earnestly desired +that she might last until Roy should reach home at +seven, but about three the end came.<!-- Page 161 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Fetch the boy,” said the father, in a whisper. +Mrs. Henning softly left the room. She found +Tommy, his face all tear-stained, asleep on the mat +just outside the door. Gently waking him, she told +him to come to Ethel. The boy, alert in a moment +at the sound of her name, came slowly into the room. +Neither father nor mother spoke, but the latter led +him to the couch where lay the lifeless form of his +sister still holding the crucifix in her hand. Her +pure soul had flown.</p> + +<p>Seeing that she had passed away, the boy bent +down and kissed her white forehead and her lips. +His mother involuntarily moved a step nearer, intending +to catch and console him in his first wild +burst of grief. To her surprise the boy neither wept +nor spoke. He took one long look at the placid face +of his dead sister, and turned away, going out into +the open air of the warm night. By the first gray +streaks of dawn he wandered through the garden +path down to the pond. There lay the boat as he +had left it, half drawn up on the shore, and there, +withered, lay the lilies she had gathered. The boy +remembered how she had used all her little strength +to pull up one large bud. She had, at length, laughingly +succeeded, dropping it into the boat and letting +the long stalk hang in the water.</p> + +<p>As the gloaming of the sad day of the funeral +drew on Tommy took his beads from his pocket. +Then came the realization that he was alone to say +them.</p> + +<p>“Ethel! Ethel,” he cried, and the floodgates of his +tears were open. Big, strong Roy caught him up +in his arms as he would a baby. There Tommy, +resting his tired little head on his big brother's +breast, wept unrestrainedly.</p> + +<p>On the day of the passing of Ethel Roy pondered<!-- Page 162 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +long about sending a message to his friends at St. +Cuthbert's. He could not decide to whom to send +it. Bracebridge, Beecham, Shealey, Gill, and Jones, +all were thought of, but he remained undecided. +While thinking over this, his aunt, Andrew Garrett's +mother, entered the room. Roy loved this good and +beautiful woman almost as much as he loved his own +mother, whom she was supporting and comforting +in her sudden affliction.</p> + +<p>“I am glad you received my telegram in time," +she said. “You will be just now such a support and +comfort to your mother and father, Roy, in their +sorrow.”She kissed him on the forehead.</p> + +<p>“When the sickness came to Ethel,” she continued, +"they were both too distracted by grief to think of +sending for you, so I wired in your father's name.”</p> + +<p>Roy made up his mind about his message. He +filled out a blank:</p> + +<p>“Dear Andrew: Ethel passed away at three. +Pray and get prayers for her. I know you will. +Roy.”</p> + +<p>For many a long day after, Roy Henning had +reason to bless the influence which prompted him to +send this message to his cousin, rather than to any +one else. The message had the effect of working a +wonderful change in Andrew Garrett, so that when +Roy next saw him, he scarcely recognized him. +Many strange things will happen before Roy again +sees his cousin.<!-- Page 163 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Roy and His Father</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">W<span class="smcaps">HEN</span>, in four or five days, the grief in the +household had subsided sufficiently to lose +some of its poignancy, Mr. Henning called +his son to his study for the purpose of having a long +talk with him concerning his prospects and the +affairs at St. Cuthbert's. He was still under the +impression that the extraordinary test to which he +had submitted his son was a wise one.</p> + +<p>The two sat opposite each other in large, leather-covered +reading-chairs in a very wealthy man's +private “den.” Roy waited respectfully for his +father to begin. Full of the thoughts of Ethel, he +began to speak of his recent loss.</p> + +<p>“So the poor child is gone, gone! I never thought +she would last very long; she was too frail and +delicate. If she had grown up I am sure she would +have become a nun. Ah, that reminds me! Do +you still hold to the notion you mentioned to me +last summer?”</p> + +<p>“Of the priesthood? Most assuredly, sir.”</p> + +<p>“Humph,” </p> + +<p>The white whiskers looked whiter as the florid +face became more florid.</p> + +<p>“H—um! So! I thought then that it was a mere +passing fancy of yours, and that it would soon go. +As you have asked for no more money than the small—yes, +very small—allowance I settled on, I began +to think—yes, I began to believe, that you had +more of the Henning family spirit—yes, more of<!-- Page 164 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +the real family spirit—than at first I gave you credit +for. So far, so good. So you are determined, if +possible, to become a priest?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir,” said the young man firmly.</p> + +<p>“Now tell me, my boy, how you have passed +through the tests I set.”</p> + +<p>Roy was silent. He thought of the many times +he had experienced more or less bitterly rebellious +thoughts against these tests.</p> + +<p>“Don't be afraid, Roy. Speak plainly. Have you +failed?”</p> + +<p>“No, father,” he answered emphatically; “I have +not.”</p> + +<p>“That is good. I am very glad to hear that.”</p> + +<p>“I confess that it was very hard. Frequently I +felt like writing to you about the prohibition of +sports and of my—my shortness of cash.”</p> + +<p>“So most of your troubles came from lack of +cash, eh?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no! Really the greatest test of obedience I +have ever had was to follow your instruction strictly +when you declared that I should engage in no sports +except enough to keep a sound mind in a sound +body.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I remember to have said that.”</p> + +<p>“That, sir, was a hard blow to me. All the unpleasantness +of the year has arisen from trying to +be faithful to your command.”</p> + +<p>“How so? Explain.”</p> + +<p>“As you know, I am an enthusiastic and pretty +good ball-player.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I have heard enough about that to be well +acquainted with the fact.”</p> + +<p>“And I am a good all-round athlete as well. As a +consequence, I stood high in the councils of the +college athletic circles. When I announced my in<!-- Page 165 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>tention +of retiring from the football eleven, and the +baseball nine there was a good deal of disagreeable +talk. I must confess, father, this was the hardest +thing I ever had to do in my whole life.”</p> + +<p>“So?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and the worst of it was I was made +miserable by insinuations and innuendos that I had +betrayed the college teams. I was disloyal. I was +acting out of pique or spite. This was all very hard +to bear because I was actuated by the very best intentions. +I wanted to prove to you that I was a +dutiful and obedient son.”</p> + +<p>“I never doubted that, my boy, never for a +moment doubted that,” </p> + +<p>“I thank you, sir.”</p> + +<p>“Poor lad! all this is too bad; but tell me about +the robbery. By the way, you never sent for that +check; but tell me all about it, that is, as far as it +concerns yourself.”</p> + +<p>“I will, sir. Not being allowed to engage in any +sports by your orders, I did not see why I could not +make myself useful in some other way. Late in the +fall there was much talk about the following season's +games. In order to keep the team in practice it was +decided to take up a collection among the boys and +purchase a pitcher's cage, to be placed in the play-room, +where indoor practice could be had all the +winter. The boys appointed me solicitor and +treasurer. I kept the money in the table-drawer in +the committee-room off the playroom. From that +drawer the money was stolen. What made my +chagrin the deeper was that I had been warned by +a close friend to place the money with the college +treasurer for safer keeping. This I intended to do, +but during the Christmas holidays it escaped my +memory.”<!-- Page 166 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I do not see why you could not have written for +that check. As far as I can see there is nothing in +all this story to prevent you from replacing the +money. Surely you and your cousin Andrew did +everything in your power to trace the thief and get +the money back?”</p> + +<p>Here was a critical moment for Roy. Blood is +thicker than water with the father as well as the son. +Mr. Henning never dreamed but that Andrew would +make this a family affair and exert himself with his +cousin to recover the stolen money. It was a temptation +for Roy. Should he expose Andrew's conduct? +Should he permit his father to know that he +had a nephew who was selfish and cowardly and +mean, and not above trading upon another's reputation? +Roy had to think rapidly in making up his +mind what to do. His father's keen eyes were upon +him. The old gentleman was awaiting an answer. +Roy's good angel prevailed. The boy replied:</p> + +<p>“Everything, I believe, was done that could be +done to detect the thieves by myself and my friends, +but without success. Had we found the thief and +discovered that the money had been disposed of +beyond recovery I should then have written gladly +to you to replace it, after your generous offer.”</p> + +<p>“That's right; that's right.”</p> + +<p>“But,” continued Roy with some hesitation, which +his father did not fail to notice, “affairs turned out +so differently from what I expected. Whether from +natural causes, or from design, I do not know, but +there were two or three opinions soon prevalent +about the robbery, and there was one party who—who +gave it out that they—they suspected me.”</p> + +<p>“Suspected you,” almost shouted the lawyer. +"The scoundrels! Who were they, Roy; who were +they?”<!-- Page 167 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Some whose names are not worth mentioning, +and whose reputations are still worse.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me, dear me! The rascals, to suspect my +son,” fumed the old man. He walked excitedly up +and down the room. By some occult process he +connected these suspicions with his son's stringency +of cash, and blamed himself in proportion to his +indignation.</p> + +<p>“My boy, my boy! this is all too bad, too bad! +If I had allowed you your regular amount all this +would not have happened. Such a thing could not +then have happened.”</p> + +<p>“I do not see that, father, unless by having plenty +of money as usual I should not have undertaken the +treasurership. I do not see how this consequence +flows from the premises. Indeed I think it more +than likely had matters been normal with me I +should have been treasurer just the same.”</p> + +<p>“Well, we must rectify all this. You want to go +back to St. Cuthbert's, or do you wish to stay +away?”</p> + +<p>“I want to go back, sir, of course, and graduate. +And please, father,” said Roy right loyally, “please +do not think these few boys represent St. Cuthbert's. +There are not a finer set of fellows in the world. +These I spoke of are the exceptions.”</p> + +<p>This remark thoroughly pleased the father who +was himself an alumnus of old St. Cuthbert's.</p> + +<p>“And besides,” continued the young man, “I want +to go back and live down the ugly rumor—for that +is all it is—and make somebody eat his words. I +know, I feel certain it will come out all right. +Matters always do. I want to be there. If I were +to stay away now, would it not be, at least for some, +a sort of tacit acknowledgment, or at least it might +be so construed by some unfriendly to me, who might<!-- Page 168 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +say I knew more than I chose to tell and so kept +away as soon as I had a chance to do so?”</p> + +<p>“You are right, my boy; you are right. Go back +and fight it down. Suspected of dishonesty! A +Henning, too, preposterous! Yes, yes, you must go +back, boy. You must go back.”</p> + +<p>“I am glad you look at it in that light, sir. I +think it the best thing to do.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Henning drew from his pocket a bunch of +keys. Opening his desk he took out a roll of bills.</p> + +<p>“You must consider your test, your trial, as over. +It is over as far as I am concerned, and I am more +than satisfied with you. You are free now to take +up what sports you like, and spend, in moderation, +what money you like, and in fact I leave your course +of action entirely to yourself. I am sure I need have +no fear for your prudence. Here, take this; you +will need it.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Henning handed over to his son a fair-sized +roll of bills. How much he gave we will not state, +but leave the amount to the imagination of the +reader, merely remarking that Mr. Henning was a +very rich man, did few things by halves, and, at the +moment, was actuated by the most generous impulse. +In giving Roy the money, he remarked: “Give your +cousin Andrew twenty-five dollars, with my regards. +I suppose schoolboys are never very flush at this +time of the year. I never was.”</p> + +<p>While Roy, with a bounding heart, was thanking +his father, a loud ring of the door bell disturbed the +quiet of the house. In a moment one of the servants +brought in a telegram.</p> + +<p>“For Master Roy, sir,” she said.</p> + +<p>With a bow and a “Permit me” to his father, Roy +opened the envelope and read:<!-- Page 169 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Come at once. Great news! St. C. 8. B. 3. +Ambrose.”</p> + +<p>The mystified boy showed the telegram to his +father.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps the first part refers to the robbery. You +had better go. Can you bid your mother and aunt +farewell and be ready at the depot by 7.30?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, quite easily.”</p> + +<p>“Very good. The carriage will be ready for you +to catch the 7.30 train.”<!-- Page 170 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Great Blow</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">N<span class="smcaps">OTWITHSTANDING</span> the death of his little sister, +Roy left home with a lightened heart, owing +to the more perfect and decidedly pleasanter +understanding with his father. Had he not full permission +to play ball, or do anything else he chose! +If the reader thinks this was a small reason for being +light-hearted, then it is safe to say that same reader +never was a boy. Every real boy knows what that +permission meant. Roy, as we know, was conscientious. +We know the struggle he went through. +We know some of the unpleasant consequences +which followed from conscientiously carrying out +his father's wishes. Just in proportion as the +restriction had been bitter, this freedom now was +sweet. He was a strong, healthy, vigorous boy, all +his life used to outdoor exercise, delighting in all +manly sports. Now he was free again! Free to +enjoy it all! The promised delights appeared all +the more entrancing from his long abstention from +them. Would he not surprise the boys! No, he +would give the credit, all of it, to Harry Gill. He +would make it appear that the manager's diplomacy +had been irresistible. Gill should have an extra +feather in his cap!</p> + +<p>And Garrett! What a pity he was developing +such undesirable traits of character! Could he not +be weaned in some way from those companions with +whom at present he seemed so infatuated? Roy was +convinced that he was not really a bad fellow at<!-- Page 171 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +heart. How could he be with such a mother as +Aunt Helen? Was there ever a finer, more lovable +woman, except his own mother? Her gentle touch, +her womanly way, her wise and soothing words! +What a treasure Andrew had, did he but realize it! +No, he could not be really bad with her influence, +and the memory of her, and her prayers for him!</p> + +<p>These were some of the thoughts which passed +through Roy's mind as the train sped along in the +darkness. Then he remembered Bracebridge's telegram. +He took it out of his pocket and read it +again. He puzzled again over those words “Come +at once.”What could they mean? Had the thief +been discovered?</p> + +<p>His heart gave a great leap at the thought. But +what if, after all, his suspicions had been well +founded! What if the thief should prove to be +Andrew Garrett! The thought made him sick at +heart; and yet—and yet! oh, he must be mistaken +in that surmise! Ambrose would not have wired +him to come at once had the guilt been traced to +Garrett. He would certainly have been in no hurry +to bring him back to so unpleasant a state of affairs. +In that supposition it would have been “great news" +indeed, but most disastrous news. No, it must be +some one else, if the message meant what he hoped +it did mean.</p> + +<p>“And so the first great match has come off victoriously," +he said to himself. “Good! good,”</p> + +<p>He fell into a train of pleasant thoughts during +which he looked so bright and so happy that an old +lady on the opposite seat, who had watched him for +some time, smiled kindly at him. Roy returned the +smile. She was quite advanced in years and evidently +traveled but rarely. She liked the look of the +bright, handsome face before her, whose youthful<!-- Page 172 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +sparkling eyes spoke goodness and enthusiasm, and +whose clear skin at this moment showed a decided +flush of joy.</p> + +<p>“Are you going home?”she ventured timidly.</p> + +<p>“No, ma'am. I'm leaving home.”</p> + +<p>She looked puzzled. It was contrary to her experience +to see children so happy on leaving home. +Roy enjoyed her puzzled look for a minute, and then +explained:</p> + +<p>“I am not going home, but I have just left the +best father and mother in the world, and am now +going back to school to join the best and truest +friends a fellow could find anywhere on this round +earth.”</p> + +<p>“Is that so! I am glad to hear it. If they are all +like you they must be good boys.”</p> + +<p>Roy actually blushed. Just then the conductor +called the old lady's station. As she arose and with +the assistance of Roy gathered her traveling impedimenta, +she said:</p> + +<p>“Keep that bright smile, my dear, and remember +that no one can keep so bright a face unless he keeps +a bright soul within. I am an old woman, and I +know what I say.”</p> + +<p>Now while Roy retires to his sleeper to get as +much rest as is possible on the rail, we will hurry +forward and learn why he was wired to come at +once, and find out what has been happening during +the last few days at St. Cuthbert's.</p> + +<p>The Blandyke team arrived before noon on the +day Ambrose had sent the message to his friend. +Their manager told Gill that the condition of their +coming was that they returned on the 3.50 train of +that afternoon. The game, consequently, began at +one o'clock. It was over by three, with the result +already known.<!-- Page 173 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> + +<p>The day had been extremely hot, with not a breath +of air stirring. The atmosphere was stifling. All +nature seemed to be in a dead calm. Even the dogs +sought shady spots and lay still and panted. The +afternoon seemed more oppressive than an August +day, because so early in the summer every one was +unaccustomed to the great heat.</p> + +<p>As the game was finished by three o'clock on a +recreation day, there were three vacant hours before +supper time. Owing to the unusual sultriness few +cared to tramp over the hills, or along the lower +road of the valley. A few, however, started out, +either to walk, or hunt black squirrels on the higher, +wooded grounds in the rear of the college.</p> + +<p>About four a slight breeze began to blow from +the southwest, cooling the atmosphere very considerably.</p> + +<p>“Ah, that's fine,” said Jack Beecham, as he faced +the breeze and filled his lungs with the cooler air. +"That's fine! My, but it was hot! Never knew it +so hot in May before in my life. Oh, look, Ambrose," +and he pointed to the direction from which +the breeze was coming, “look at that queer-shaped +cloud,” </p> + +<p>Bracebridge looked toward the southwest. Dark, +coppery clouds were forming and rapidly approaching. +The temperature dropped suddenly many +degrees. The cooler breeze became stronger and +soon it was a wind. Before many minutes elapsed +it was a very high wind in which it was difficult to +stand steadily.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a brilliant flash of lightning leaped from +the now leaden sky. The boys could hear the electric +discharge snap and crackle against the sides of the +buildings. It was followed almost instantly by a +deafening crash of thunder, tropical in its intensity. +<!-- Page 174 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>Down came the rain, not in drops, but apparently in +sheets of water. Flash followed flash, peal succeeded +peal, and the wind grew more furious every +moment.</p> + +<p>Bracebridge, Shealey, Beecham, and Harry Gill +watched the terrific war from the Philosophy classroom +window.</p> + +<p>Ever and anon the downpour would cease, but +the wind did not abate. At intervals could be seen +the havoc the wind was doing. The air was thick +with leaves and twigs and straw. In the lowlands +the boys saw the rail fences carried away like +matches and deposited over the fields. An old +wooden windmill tower was toppled over. Boards +and shingles and slates were flying everywhere.</p> + +<p>All knew that such violent warfare must be brief. +Already in the west there was a streak of light +beneath the clouds. Before the storm had spent its +fury the watchers at the window were to witness +a remarkable sight.</p> + +<p>Behind the college there was, as has often been +remarked, thickly wooded high ground. The boys +at the window were watching the hillside path, which +every now and then was obscured by the rain. Suddenly +a forked bolt struck the largest tree on the +hillside, and hurled to the ground across the +college walk at least one-third of it. The boys looked +at each other in a frightened way. In the mind of +each was: “What if the college had been struck,” </p> + +<p>When the deafening thunder-crash had passed, +Bracebridge, for the sake of saying something, remarked:</p> + +<p>“It's lucky that none of us were out in such a +storm.”</p> + +<p>“We would have been nicely drenched, eh?”said +Tom Shealey.<!-- Page 175 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p> + +<p>“No one of common-sense would be out,” said +Beecham; “all would run to shelter somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“But some may have been too far away to reach +it. You know how sudden the storm was,” observed +Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>“What on earth is that?”suddenly exclaimed Tom +Shealey, as he pointed to something or some one +crossing the yard. After the last thunder-crash the +rain had ceased suddenly. The wind dropped, and +the storm, furious while it lasted, spent itself. The +boys threw open the classroom window to get a +better view of the yard. Some one had entered from +the field gate nearest the woods. He was drenched; +his hat was gone; his hair dishevelled. He was white +and frightened. Although his clothes clung to his +skin he was making violent, meaningless gestures as +he ran, and appeared to be gibbering or muttering +something as if in that stage of fright which borders +on imbecility.</p> + +<p>“It is Smithers,” shouted Shealey. “Let's go and +see what's up. Hurry,” </p> + +<p>“What's up, Smithers? What's happened?”asked +Shealey, a moment later, hatless and breathless.</p> + +<p>The frightened boy had a scared, wild look. He +muttered something quite unintelligible. His lips +were dry and white.</p> + +<p>“Now be calm. Tell us quietly what has happened," +said Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>Smithers again gibbered something. The listeners +could make nothing of it. They began to think the +boy had lost his reason.</p> + +<p>“—prefect—dead—struck—innocent,” were +some of the words caught by the listening boys.</p> + +<p>“Good gracious,” exclaimed Beecham, “the prefect +is dead, struck by lightning, up on the hill walk. +Is that it, Smithers?”<!-- Page 176 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p> + +<p>The one appealed to, not fully comprehending the +question, and half beside himself, nodded assent.</p> + +<p>“Gill, quick, go at once to the President. Then +take care of this fellow. Send a priest as soon as +you can up the hill. Jack and Tom, you come with +me.”</p> + +<p>Ambrose naturally assumed the leadership in the +emergency. The three ran along the walk and up +the hillside path as fast as their legs could carry them.<!-- Page 177 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Fallen Tree</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">H<span class="smcaps">AVING</span> seen from the classroom a large part of +the great oak fall when the bolt came, the +three boys supposed that was the spot where +the tragedy must have taken place. They noticed +the havoc the storm had wrought. Many large limbs +of trees were scattered across their path. In several +places the walk was washed out, leaving large gullies. +On the thickly wooded hillside the damage was the +greatest.</p> + +<p>Arriving at the oak tree they were at a loss. They +saw no sign of any human being. They picked up +Smithers' plaid cloth cap which he had lost in his +wild flight homeward. Beecham began to beat it +against a young sapling to rid it of some of the mud.</p> + +<p>“We must go farther yet. This is not the place," +said Ambrose.</p> + +<p>Fully one-third of the great oak tree had been +riven from the trunk. It lay across their path, necessitating +a detour amid the still dripping underbrush +to pass it. The oak was in the full of its early +summer foliage, forming an impenetrable green wall +across the hillside path.</p> + +<p>As they were threading their way through the +thick low growth on the upper side, Jack Beecham +glanced into the dense mass of fallen foliage. His +eyes were caught by something black beneath the +green. Thinking it was perhaps an old log, blown +there by the storm before the lightning damaged the +oak, he was about to pass on, but gave a second look. +<!-- Page 178 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span>The black thing under the leaves was surely not a +bough! Again he peered into the tree-top.</p> + +<p>“Great heavens! there he is under that oak,” he +said.</p> + +<p>The three pushing aside the boughs saw the +bleeding, white face of some one who was apparently +dead.</p> + +<p>“Poor Mr. Shalford,” exclaimed Shealey.</p> + +<p>“Nonsense! Don't you see that's not Mr. Shalford +at all. It's one of the boys. Who can it be?”</p> + +<p>They all looked again into the leaves, and were +satisfied that it was not their prefect.</p> + +<p>“Who is it?”asked Shealey.</p> + +<p>“I believe it is—it is Stockley,” said Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>“You don't say,” exclaimed Shealey, “at all +events we must get him out of that tangle, dead or +alive.”</p> + +<p>“I don't believe that oak killed him, anyway," +remarked Jack Beecham.</p> + +<p>“Why?”asked Ambrose, in a whisper, for in the +presence of death they were awed.</p> + +<p>“Look here,” said Beecham, “no big limb has +reached him. These twigs and leaves would give +one a sharp switch when falling, and probably knock +him down, but they are too small to break any +bones.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe that's true. Well, we shall soon find out," +said Ambrose. “Now, boys, how are we to get him +clear of that tree-top?”</p> + +<p>They procured a strong stick, and while two lifted +as many of the small boughs as they could, Bracebridge +pushed the pole over the prostrate body. He +then raised his end, the other being on the ground +on the other side of the body. The two other boys +took hold of Stockley's shoulders and successfully +drew him from under the tree, as, fortunately, he<!-- Page 179 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +had not been caught by any of the larger limbs. +Gently as possible they drew him out from under the +mass of foliage, but gentle as they were, they +necessarily used some force. To their surprise—and +satisfaction—they heard him groan. He was +not dead after all, but undoubtedly badly hurt.</p> + +<p>No sooner had Stockley been extricated than Mr. +Shalford appeared. The boys who were bending +over the prostrate body looked up.</p> + +<p>“Oh, sir,” said Ambrose, “we thought it was +you,” and he pointed to Stockley. There was love in +the tone, making Mr. Shalford treasure the simple +words for many a day.</p> + +<p>“Why?”</p> + +<p>“That stupid Smithers said so. I think he was +too frightened to know what he was saying.”</p> + +<p>The moving of Stockley restored him to a state of +semi-consciousness, in which he talked incoherently. +One arm hung loosely, evidently broken above the +elbow. When touched in the ribs the suffering boy +groaned aloud, so that it was quite probable that +some were fractured. There was a cut on the forehead, +and another on the lower lip. The injuries, as +far as could be then learned, while serious, were not +necessarily fatal.</p> + +<p>A priest from the college having arrived, the rest +withdrew some paces while the minister of God tried +to elicit some act of conscious sorrow for sin. It +seemed to the boys that he succeeded, for from the +distance they saw him raise his hand and make the +sign of the cross as in sacramental absolution.</p> + +<p>“I do not think he will die,” said the priest as the +others drew near. “See there, that is what must +have done the mischief. He was caught up here in +the wind-storm, and one of those dead limbs struck +him. You say you found him beneath the tops of<!-- Page 180 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +the fallen oak. Those twigs could not have inflicted +these injuries.”</p> + +<p>Intermittently Stockley muttered incoherent words. +Bracebridge and Beecham knelt on either side of +him, nervously anxious to catch every sound. Unknown +to each other, both had simultaneously formed +a strange suspicion. Once both distinctly heard the +words: “Clear—Henning.” What could that +mean? They caught the word “letter,” but to neither +did this convey intelligence, because neither knew of +the existence of the copy or draft of that letter which +Roy Henning had written to some unknown friend. +They heard other disconnected words, for instance, +"sweater,” and “Garrett,” but these words had no +meaning for them. They did not, for all that, lose +a single word, but stored up everything in their +memories, being sure that something would come of +it in good time.</p> + +<p>Harry Gill and others arrived with a wire mattress, +the best temporary substitute for a stretcher. +There was no lack of willing hands to convey the +injured boy down the hill to the infirmary.</p> + +<p>Gill's report of Smithers' frantic words spread +like wildfire in the yard. Most of the boys believed +the kindly prefect had been killed by a falling tree. +Few had seen him after the report began, because +he had at once started for the walk.</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding the appalling nature of the accident, +when the boys saw Mr. Shalford return safe +and sound they could scarce refrain from giving a +hearty cheer. One began to wave his hat and was +on the point of opening his mouth. Mr. Shalford +was immensely surprised at such a strange proceeding +at such a solemn moment, never for a moment +dreaming it was all for him. He stopped all noise +with an imperative “Hush,” <!-- Page 181 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> + +<p>All the boys clustered around the infirmary steps +awaiting the reappearance of the prefect. In about +half an hour he came. He told the boys the extent +of Stockley's injuries, and said that it was the physician's +opinion that none of the wounds were likely +to prove fatal.</p> + +<p>“Hurrah for Mr. Shalford,” shouted George +McLeod.</p> + +<p>“McLeod, are you taking leave of your senses? +If you don't be quiet I'll send you back to Mr. Silverton +to the division yard.”</p> + +<p>But the boys took up McLeod's lead and gave +three cheers for the prefect.</p> + +<p>“And what on earth is that for?”he asked.</p> + +<p>“Why, sir, don't you know? Smithers said you +were killed,” </p> + +<p>“Smithers was too excited to know what he was +saying.”</p> + +<p>“But you are not killed—that's the point. Hurrah!" +In spite of himself the prefect was again +cheered. Do what he would, put his fingers to his +lips, point to the infirmary, wave down the noise +with his hand, he could not stop the boys giving one +more shout for his safety.</p> + +<p>When Bracebridge and Beecham were again alone +in their room, the former said:</p> + +<p>“What do you make of it all?”</p> + +<p>“I think it is very important.”</p> + +<p>“I think so too.”</p> + +<p>“You heard all he said?”</p> + +<p>“Every word.”</p> + +<p>“I am not sure,” said Jack, “but I believe there is +a rift in the cloud for dear old Roy. Fancy, Brose! +suppose this wounded boy should know all about the +robbery,” </p> + +<p>“And we could make him tell,” added Bracebridge.<!-- Page 182 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I tell you what I think,” continued Jack, “it is +my conviction that he not only knows all about the +thieving, but that he——”</p> + +<p>“Oh, don't say that,” urged Ambrose. “I know +what you think. I believe I think the same, but +don't like to give it expression.”</p> + +<p>“I don't mind doing so if it will lead to the clearing +of Henning.”</p> + +<p>“I wish I knew what he meant—what was on his +mind when he mentioned Garrett and his sweater! +And what could he mean by repeating frequently, +'letter, letter, Garrett.' It's all a mystery to me as +yet. I do wish Roy was here. Maybe he knows +what the words mean. Perhaps Roy could get +Stockley to tell who the thief was, that is, supposing +he really knows.”</p> + +<p>“It seems clear to me,” said Beecham, “that Stockley +knows something. But who can say what that +something is? Say! Suppose you telegraph for +Henning. Give him to-day's score, too. He'll want +to know that.”</p> + +<p>“That's a great idea. I'll do it,” said Ambrose.</p> + +<p>“All right. Do it at once, so that he may get the +message in time to start to-night and be here early +to-morrow morning, should he consider the affair +important enough.”</p> + +<p>Thus the telegraphic message was sent to Roy +Henning.</p> + +<p>When Smithers had recovered from his fright +sufficiently to be able to talk sensibly, Beecham and +Shealey plied him with questions about the accident. +He said, substantially:</p> + +<p>“We were at the other end of the forest path +when the storm came up—Stockley and I. We +took shelter in the cave for some time until the water +began to flow in from above and drove us out. Then<!-- Page 183 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +we made for home. It was very dangerous. Sticks +and limbs were flying in all directions. We had +passed the big oak by about thirty feet when Stockley +was struck by a piece of a branch about four feet +long and as thick as your arm. It hit him on the +arm and on the chest or side. He fell with a scream. +At that moment there came a brilliant flash, and a +bolt of lightning struck quite close to us, blinding +me for a few seconds. I was about ten feet ahead +of Stockley when it came. I was so frightened I +thought I would go crazy. When I could see again +I saw the oak tree falling right where he was lying. +I never was so frightened in my life. Then I ran +home, believing he was killed. I don't remember +how I got down the hill, or what I said after.”</p> + +<p>“Will you answer me one question, Smithers?" +asked Beecham.</p> + +<p>“If I can, yes. What is it?”</p> + +<p>“When the accident happened were you two talking +about Henning and the robbery last Christmas?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he answered, “we were. I'm sorry now I +had anything to do with it.”</p> + +<p>“With what?”asked Beecham with a nervous +start. Foolish fellow. He was not cool enough. +The other fellow took immediate alarm.</p> + +<p>“Oh, nothing,” and he refused to say anything +more, and walked away.</p> + +<p>“That was too bad,” said Beecham to himself, very +much chagrined. “If I had been a little more diplomatic +I might have wormed out of him all he knew +of the matter.”</p> + +<p>Now Jack was indeed sorely puzzled. Did +Smithers mean that he was sorry that he had talked +to Stockley about it, or did he mean that he was +now, under the influence of a great fright, sorry +that he had participated in the robbery?<!-- Page 184 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> + +<p>Beecham sat a long time on a bench tilted against +the wall, disconsolate and severely bringing himself +to task.</p> + +<p>“Here am I,” he said, “with conceit enough to +imagine I have brains enough to become a lawyer, +and at the very first opportunity for an important +cross-questioning I make a decided goose of myself. +Pshaw! I wish some one would kick me! I deserve +it,” </p> + +<p>When Beecham found Bracebridge and told him +what he had done, the latter laughingly admitted the +sentence which Jack had passed upon himself ought +to be immediately executed, and volunteered to be +the executioner.</p> + +<p>“You did make a mess, of it, certainly. There's +no telling what the boy knows—much more than +he will ever reveal, I'm thinking. We can now only +wait for Roy. He wired that he would be here to-morrow +morning.”</p> + +<p>“'Rah for Roy! He's the one we want,” shouted +Jack with renewed enthusiasm.<!-- Page 185 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Surprises for Roy</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">H<span class="smcaps">ENNING</span> arrived at the Cuthberton depot at +seven in the morning. In stepping from the +sleeper he was surprised to see Ambrose +Bracebridge awaiting him.</p> + +<p>“Welcome back, old fellow, to St. Cuthbert's," +said Ambrose. “I was very sorry to hear of your +loss. May she rest in peace,” and the gentlemanly +boy raised his hat reverently.</p> + +<p>“Thank you,” said Roy, warmly shaking hands, +"thanks. It was very sudden. Poor little Ethel +died a saint if ever there was one.”</p> + +<p>“I have not forgotten you in your absence. I +have the promise of five Masses for her from the +Fathers. I felt sure that would be pleasing to you.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks, indeed,” He was touched by his friend's +thoughtfulness, and the remembrance of Ethel +brought a big lump into his throat, and for a moment +there was a catching of the breath. “Excuse me, +Ambrose. Your kindness—our sudden loss—my +heart is wrenched—her—she—oh! you know +how it is,” </p> + +<p>“Yes, yes, I know——”</p> + +<p>“And I have come back,” said Roy, certainly irrelevantly, +"I have come back under the most favorable +conditions with respect to my father.”</p> + +<p>“Yes?”answered Ambrose, quite ignorant of what +the conditions might be. Roy saw that for all their +talks, Bracebridge remembered nothing of the previous +relations between himself and his father. He +saw by his questioning “yes,” and by his eyes, which<!-- Page 186 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +were nothing less than interrogation points, that his +friend was curious to learn more, although he +delicately refrained from asking.</p> + +<p>“It's a long story, Brosie, old man. I can't tell it +to you now on the platform here. I'll tell you some +time to-day—after we have had breakfast. I am +as hungry as a wolf. Let's go to a hotel and get +breakfast.”</p> + +<p>“No, the college carriage is outside waiting for +you, and breakfast for four is to be ready by the time +we get back.”</p> + +<p>“For four?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes. Didn't I tell you that Harry Gill and +Jack are waiting outside in the carriage? The ticket +man at the gate wouldn't let them in. I was the +least suspicious-looking of the three, I suppose.”</p> + +<p>“Let's be off, then,” said Roy.</p> + +<p>Both made a grab simultaneously at Roy's suitcase.</p> + +<p>“No, you don't.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I do,” answered Ambrose, keeping hold of +it. They both tugged for a moment or two, much to +the amusement of two ladies in an opposite train +who burst out into merry laughter at the friendly +contest.</p> + +<p>Warm greetings awaited Roy in the carriage. +After the welcoming was over, and the delicate condolences +tendered, Roy leaned over to Gill's ear and +whispered something. Whatever the whispering +was about it ended by Roy putting his finger over his +lips as an admonition to remain silent.</p> + +<p>The information conveyed to Gill must have been +of a startling nature for he immediately proceeded +to behave as if he were suffering from a fit. He +threw up his heels into Bracebridge's lap, clutched +the carriage strap with one hand and Beecham's<!-- Page 187 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> +coat collar by the other, and began to scream at the +top of his voice. Roy held his sides at the other's +antics. Ambrose guessed the cause of Gill's jubilation, +but Jack Beecham was quite in the dark.</p> + +<p>“Here! take this maniac off, or I'll soon be a +physical wreck,” he shouted.</p> + +<p>“By the way, Ambrose,” asked Henning, “what +is the great news you wired you had for me? But +first how did the great game come off?”</p> + +<p>Then all three in their enthusiasm began to talk +at once and independently of each other. Each +described what he considered the beauties and fine +points of the game.</p> + +<p>In the midst of this jumble of words, from which +Roy managed to pick out a deal of information about +the game, the carriage drove into the college +grounds.</p> + +<p>The prefect at once hurried the four into the infirmary +building where a somewhat elaborate breakfast +had been prepared for them.</p> + +<p>“Get along, boys. Clear out now. These boys +are hungry. You can see Roy after breakfast. +There is plenty of time to hear all the news, if he +has any to tell. Now, John, let no boy into the infirmary +this morning without my permission.”</p> + +<p>“All right, Mr. Shalford. I'll keep them out, sure +enough,” answered the kind old fellow who attended +to the wants of the sick. This time he was as good +as his word, for as soon as the four were fairly +inside he shut the door and locked it.</p> + +<p>During the breakfast—such a breakfast the infirmarian +explained he had to get up once in a while +to keep his hand in for convalescents who had to be +coaxed to eat to get strong, an explanation readily +admitted by the four—Henning's three friends told +him of the wind-storm and of the accident to Stock<!-- Page 188 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span>ley. +They told him how through Smithers' incoherence +of speech they had first believed that Mr. +Shalford had been crushed by the falling oak; how +Stockley had been found beneath the branches, and, +finally, how when he had returned to semi-consciousness +he had uttered some very strange words which +might mean nothing at all or a great deal for Henning. +Roy, as he gradually learned the full particulars +became very much interested and finally intensely +excited. Was he going to have the wretched +affair of the robbery cleared up at last? Did this +boy know who the thief was? Could he point him +out? Would he do so? And what if, after all, his +suspicions about his own cousin should prove correct!</p> + +<p>While he was thus pondering, and listening to his +friends' suggestions and information, Mr. Shalford +came in.</p> + +<p>“Henning,” he said, “you may be surprised that +I did not let Garrett go to the depot to meet you. +The fact is, these rascals here begged so hard that +I could not find the heart to refuse them, and you +know that the old-fashioned carriage will only hold +four. To make amends I will send Garrett to you +at once. He has asked several times to be allowed +to come in, but I refused until you had finished your +breakfast.”</p> + +<p>A minute later Andrew Garrett entered, holding +out his hand in sympathy to Roy, as he walked across +the room. There was a wonderful change in the +boy. He looked better than he had looked for +months. The blotches and disfiguring pimples had +disappeared. Healthy food, regular meals, and being +much out of doors had effected that. But there +was a change of countenance as well as of face. +There was a look of candor not usually seen there of +late. The eyes were steady and had lost much of<!-- Page 189 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +their restlessness. There was at this moment a gratifying +air about Garrett which plainly indicated that +he wanted to repair any injustice and wrong which +he had formerly done to his cousin.</p> + +<p>Henning was very much puzzled at the change, +which was more apparent to him than to the others +who witnessed the meeting.</p> + +<p>“Poor little cousin Ethel. Oh, Roy, I'm so sorry. +She was such a charming child,” </p> + +<p>Roy looked at him in surprise. Could this be the +boy who had done him so much injury and had kept +the secret all these months? What to make of the +tone, the evident look of candor, the change in Garrett, +Roy did not know. Sensible fellow as he was, +he made the most of it, judging that if the present +meeting were merely a piece of good acting on Andrew's +part, he would sooner or later find out the +true state of affairs. So he offered his hand to Garrett +and it was pressed with genuine sympathy.</p> + +<p>“And how does Aunty bear the shock?”</p> + +<p>Roy told him.</p> + +<p>“And mother? Did you see my mother?”</p> + +<p>“I did, Andrew, and she grieves quite as much as +my mother and father. She sends her love, and +Papa sends this with his kindest regards to his +nephew.”</p> + +<p>Roy gave the sealed envelope, containing the elder +Henning's present. Garrett did not open it at once. +He said:</p> + +<p>“I have several things I wish to say to you when +we are alone. Of course you have heard by this +time all about the accident to Stockley?”</p> + +<p>He then whispered to Roy:</p> + +<p>“There's more behind this than you think. Get +rid of these fellows for a little while. I have a lot +to say to you.”<!-- Page 190 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> + +<p>“I can not just now,” Roy whispered back. “You +see they are in a way my guests for the present. To +send them away would not only offend, but it would +be very unkind.”</p> + +<p>“Very well then; as soon as you can be alone in +the yard this morning?”</p> + +<p>“All right.”</p> + +<p>Garrett then joined in the general conversation +around the breakfast table. Roy was much puzzled. +He could not understand Andrew at all. Never +during the whole time that Garrett had been with +him at St. Cuthbert's had he acted in so cousinly a +manner. Roy wondered whether the change had +been brought about by Ethel's death. Yet unless +Andrew was playing a much deeper game than his +cousin gave him credit for being able to play, his +advances—for they were in Roy's estimation distinct +advances—were genuine. He gave up the +problem as too hard of solution—and waited.</p> + +<p>His cogitations were soon cut short. The physician +came down stairs from his morning visit to +the injured boy.</p> + +<p>“No, I do not think the boy will die,” they heard +him remark to the infirmarian, “I am sure he will +not, although he thinks he is going to. He'll be all +right in a few weeks. What? I told you last night—two +ribs and his arm.”</p> + +<p>“Can he see any one?”asked the infirmarian.</p> + +<p>“He had better be kept quiet for a few days. By +the way, he said something about wanting to see a +Troy, or a Joy, or some such name—and some one +else. Who was it, Denning, Heming, Henning—some +such name.”</p> + +<p>“It's all one person, doctor. It's Roy Henning +he wants to see. May he see him?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I think it would be better to let him see this<!-- Page 191 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +boy as soon as he wishes. There appears to be something +important that he has to say which he wants +to get off his mind. Yes, let him see this boy—a +chum of his, I suppose. Perhaps it will do him good. +Can not do any harm.”</p> + +<p>“A chum of his! Ugh,” said Roy, <i>sotto voce</i>. +There was really so comical a look of disgust on his +face that the other boys, who were watching him +closely, burst out laughing. The infirmarian came +in:</p> + +<p>“The doctor says ye can see the one with a broken +arm, though what he do be wantin' ye for, I dunno. +It's sorry I am to be hearing ye lost your sister, +Master Roy, an' sure the Lord'll be having mercy +on her.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you very much, for your kind wishes.”</p> + +<p>His friends now left him, wishing him all sorts of +success in the interview. He thanked them, but did +not go upstairs. Instead, he went to the window and +looked out as if expecting some one. Some time +later his friends were surprised to see him still standing +there. Mr. Shalford thought that by this time +the interview must be nearly over. He, too, was +surprised to see Henning gazing out of the breakfast-room +window. The prefect went over to him.</p> + +<p>“Why are you not talking with Stockley?”he +asked rather sharply.</p> + +<p>“For two reasons, sir. I am a little nervous at +present. You know how much depends for me on +what that boy will say. I want to be cool, so I am +waiting a little while. Secondly, I do not intend to +go there alone.”</p> + +<p>“Not go alone! Why! What do you mean? Are +you afraid?”</p> + +<p>“No, sir. But if this fellow should, and somehow +I think he can, say something to exculpate me, what<!-- Page 192 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +good would his statement, or perhaps admission, be +to me without witnesses? I should be just where I +was before.”</p> + +<p>“You are right. You should have witnesses. +Whom do you want?”</p> + +<p>“Ambrose and Jack and Rob Jones, if you like, +sir.”</p> + +<p>“No; two are enough. I will send Bracebridge +and Beecham to you at once.”<!-- Page 193 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Stockley's Story</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">W<span class="smcaps">HEN</span> our unfortunate treasurer of the pitching +cage fund entered the sickroom he was +scarcely prepared for what he found there. +The room, to his imagination, resembled an +emergency hospital. The air was impregnated with +the odors of arnica, and iodine and ether—decidedly +sickly smells to one coming in suddenly and not +accustomed to them.</p> + +<p>On the table near the bed where Stockley was +lying were a number of bottles, gauze, and sponges +and the remains of a light breakfast. The boy was +propped up with pillows, his broken arm in splints +resting on one, while another was gently pressed +against his fractured ribs.</p> + +<p>Stockley was not an ill-featured boy. It is true +that he had somewhat neglected his personal appearance +of late, but there was nothing about him that +was really repulsive, and now after his alcohol bath +and with his hair well brushed from his forehead he +appeared quite presentable. He had a fine mouth +and his eyes were large and clear. His forehead was +high and intelligent, and notwithstanding his faults +one could not fail to recognize a sort of innate nobility +in him, and Roy discovered something more +than even this as he watched him. He saw on his +face a softened, chastened look. His countenance +showed that softening effect which appears in so<!-- Page 194 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +peculiar yet unmistakable a way immediately after +receiving one of the sacraments of the Church. His +look was subdued and yet exalted. There was a +species of radiance on the face which Roy felt he +could not define, but yet was quite discernible. There +was also a change of manner of speech. Stockley +had been very close to the gates of death and that +tremendous fact had changed his views, and the +sacrament of Penance had the effect of softening his +hitherto somewhat hard exterior conduct and manner +and he was even now under the apprehension that it +was quite doubtful whether he would recover from +his injuries, although the physician had told him +that unless most unexpected complications ensued +there was no danger. He was nevertheless quite +frightened, and was now very serious. It must not +be understood, however, that the story he told was +due to his fright, for he had quite a different motive +in relating what he did.</p> + +<p>Roy saw the change in the boy, yet he could not +help but regard him with disfavor, although he determined +to be perfectly just to him. He was +anxious, also, to keep his wits about him in order to +lose nothing of what might be said. In justice to +himself he meant to get the whole story, although in +his heart of hearts he had the sickening dread that +this boy lying wounded and bruised before him +would confirm his worst fears concerning his cousin +Garrett.</p> + +<p>Henning realized that the present moment was a +critical one in his life; that now, or perhaps never, +would all suspicion be removed. He felt that if this +interview should result in nothing not already known, +and he remain under the unjust and cruel suspicion, +it would compel him to reconsider seriously his purpose +of entering the seminary. Was there not also a<!-- Page 195 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +possibility that the bishop would reject him—would +be compelled to reject him—upon learning that his +character for honesty was impugned?</p> + +<p>All this and much more he saw as he stood by the +bedside of the injured boy, waiting for him to speak. +While waiting he offered a fervent prayer to the +Sacred Heart for direction for himself, and that if it +were in Stockley's power to do so, he might clear up +everything.</p> + +<p>To see Henning at this moment one would never +imagine that he was very much excited. His two +friends thought he was taking the matter very coolly. +He stood at the bedside with his hands in the side +pockets of his trousers, and with as much apparent +nonchalance as if he were watching a ball-game.</p> + +<p>Perceiving that Stockley would not, or at least did +not begin the conversation, he remarked:</p> + +<p>“I am sorry that you have met with so serious and +so terrible an accident.”</p> + +<p>There was no reply. Stockley put out his uninjured +hand, but Roy did not take it. He felt that +there was something in the character of the boy lying +before him that was entirely antagonistic to his own +character and disposition. They were the opposites +of each other in almost everything. The one was +animated with noble and generous impulses, with +exalted ideals of life and duty and goodness. The +other, as far as Roy had known him, was the antithesis +of all this. Seeing that Stockley did not +speak, he again made an attempt to open the conversation.</p> + +<p>“The infirmarian tells me that you wish to say +something to me.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the other in a low voice. He was +really suffering a great deal of pain. “Yes, won't +you all take chairs? Sit down, all of you.”<!-- Page 196 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Thanks, I prefer to stand,” said Roy, but the +other two found seats.</p> + +<p>“But it is rather a long story I have determined +to tell. It will take some time.”</p> + +<p>Roy sat down.</p> + +<p>“That's right. It makes it easier for me to say +what I am going to tell.”</p> + +<p>Henning nodded his head, without venturing a +reply.</p> + +<p>“You seem rather sour with me.”</p> + +<p>“No. Excuse me if I appear so. I am anxious to +hear what you have to say.”</p> + +<p>“By the way, where is Smithers? Why hasn't he +been up here to see me? Where is he?”</p> + +<p>“I know nothing about him. You know I have +only arrived from home this morning. As yet I have +no news of the yard.”</p> + +<p>“Well, he might have come, seeing how thick we +have been. But there! I'm not going to say anything +about him, or about anybody but myself.”</p> + +<p>Roy nodded his head in approbation.</p> + +<p>“Ah! that suits you. You pious fellows are so +particular about what is said about one's neighbor. +I must be careful. You are right, of course, and +besides I received a pretty close call, up there on the +hillside, so I am going to try to undo some of the +harm I have done. The chaplain has urged me, too.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, be careful, please. But what is your story?”</p> + +<p>“I was brought up,” he began in a low voice, “in a +strange, unwholesome way. I suppose heredity, or +at least environment, must have something to do +with my tendencies and disposition. The only piece +of good fortune I have had was in being sent to St. +Cuthbert's, but, now when it is too late, I see how I +have missed my chances here. Ever since I can +remember, my father has been a heavy drinker and<!-- Page 197 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +our home has been one of squalid discomfort, and I +became more or less soured with everything and +everybody and found myself doing many a mean +thing. Do you know who it was who put the suspicion +of theft on you? Three of us worked that, or +strictly speaking, two; It was I and Smithers, and +occasionally—once in a great while—your cousin +Garrett.”</p> + +<p>“So I have thought all along; in fact I knew it,” +said Henning, “but why on earth did you do such a +thing? Do you not know how much I have suffered +from this? And you must know how terribly hard +this was to bear.”</p> + +<p>“I know very well. Why did we do it? I, for +one, was thoroughly envious of your popularity. I +was angry, as a good many others were, at your +refusal to play baseball or football. I did not, and +to tell you the truth, do not like you, and I wanted +to do something to vex you. Of course I see these +things now in a different light after confession. You +know I have been to confession, don't you.”</p> + +<p>“I suspected as much. I am glad of that. So +you started the cowardly rumor against my honesty +all the time knowing I was innocent.”</p> + +<p>Henning was determined to be diplomatic, so the +question was not put as in anger, or with any apparent +excitement or resentment, but rather as if he +were helping the boy make a full confession by suggesting +to him facts known to both.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I acted this way knowing you to be innocent," +answered Stockley.</p> + +<p>“Did you realize that you might have ruined me +for life?”</p> + +<p>“To be honest, I never dreamed of such a result. +It was done simply to annoy you, and for no other +reason, on my part.”<!-- Page 198 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p> + +<p>“Did you suggest this to Garrett or he to you?" +asked Roy.</p> + +<p>“To do him justice, I must say that we, Smithers +and I, suggested it to him. We had a hard job to +bring him over, in fact he never did really come +over. He would never let the letter be circulated.”</p> + +<p>“Letter! What letter? What do you mean?”</p> + +<p>“Don't you know? That was my biggest card and +it fell flat. Don't know? Oh, well, if you don't +know about the letter, you must ask your cousin. +He wouldn't give it up. I guess he's got it yet.”</p> + +<p>Roy was much mystified. He could not imagine +what the letter could be, or what bearing it had on +the case.</p> + +<p>“Stockley, you have told us some things of importance. +Now will you not go farther? You know +I am innocent of the robbery, and of any possible +connection with it?”</p> + +<p>“No doubt about that,” said the other.</p> + +<p>“Now to make your story complete, and of immense +value to me, will you not reiterate your statement +before Bracebridge and Beecham here that you +know me to be innocent of all the charges which +have been circulated about me in the yard?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes. I repeat emphatically that you are +guiltless of them all.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks! thanks! You are sure of what you say?”</p> + +<p>“Quite sure. You are scot-free.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks again. Now, Stockley, as you are quite +sure, do you not see the only way in which you can +convince others that you are correct is to admit you +know the thief?”</p> + +<p>The boy on the bed laughed.</p> + +<p>“Well, Henning, I suppose you think you have +caught me nicely. You think I have either said too +much or too little. If I had not been to confession +<!-- Page 199 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>I should not have allowed you to drive me into this +corner, but I did not intend to stop at this. Yes, I +will tell you the name of the thief.”</p> + +<p>“Who is he?”asked Roy, as calmly as he could, +although he felt himself half choking with suppressed +excitement.</p> + +<p>“I must continue my story. When I have done +you will know. What time is it?”</p> + +<p>“Twenty minutes to ten,” answered Roy.</p> + +<p>“You've got it yet,” said the boy, pointing his +finger at Roy's watch, which he still held in his hand.</p> + +<p>“What? The watch? Oh! yes.”It was a rather +small gold hunting-case watch.</p> + +<p>“That watch was the cause of the robbery,” said +Stockley dramatically. Henning clicked the watch +shut with a start, and put it back in his pocket.</p> + +<p>“This watch the cause of the robbery! What on +earth are you talking about? Your senses must be +leaving you——”</p> + +<p>“Just wait. You'll soon see I'm not wandering. +Why should there be such an unequal distribution of +wealth, and of the good things of the world? Why +can you have all that heart can desire, and why must +I get along with a mere pittance, just enough to +make me wince under my own indigence? Look at +my father and yours; my home and your home. +Your father is a wealthy and honored lawyer with +a home like a palace; mine, as I said before, one of +squalid discomfort. My father gave me five dollars +to get through the school year with, yours probably +gave you a hundred.”</p> + +<p>Henning began to pity the boy. Laying his hand +gently on Stockley he said:</p> + +<p>“Hold on. I begin to catch your view, but you +are getting on too fast. I am going to tell you something +which I have never breathed to a living soul. +<!-- Page 200 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>Do you know how much money I had to spend this +year?”</p> + +<p>“As I said,” replied the other, “about a hundred, +or perhaps much more.”</p> + +<p>“You are mistaken. I had just twenty-five dollars—not +one cent more—and you see that's a very +small amount for me, because I am supposed—just +as you suppose now—to have plenty.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! Come off! You gave Smithers nearly ten,” </p> + +<p>“I know it, and it left me fifteen.”</p> + +<p>Jack and Ambrose were never so surprised in their +lives—and felt like cheering. Stockley remained +silent. This was a revelation to him. He had supposed +that a rich man's son, because he was a rich +man's son, always had all the money he wanted. He +was sharp enough to realize Roy's position during +the year.</p> + +<p>“My, that must have been hard on you,” </p> + +<p>“It was hard,” replied Roy.</p> + +<p>Another long pause. The injured boy was thinking +new thoughts.<!-- Page 201 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Stockley's Story (Continued)</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">“I<span class="smcaps">'VE</span> been thinking,” said Stockley, at length breaking +the silence. “I've been thinking that if I +had known last Christmas what you have told +me now things might have happened very differently. +I guess I am not the only fellow who has seen hard +lines here. Yes, things would have been different.”</p> + +<p>“How so?”asked Henning.</p> + +<p>“It's this way. I told you that it was your gold +watch that was the cause—or the occasion—of all +the trouble that came to you. It happened this way. +For some time before Christmas I envied you, your +good clothes, this gold watch, and—and your popularity. +Along by Christmas my father neglected +me. He sent me no money, which he might easily +have done had he given me one thought. The more +nearly broke I was at holiday time the deeper my +envy. I knew, for I watched you closely, that you +were collecting a pretty sum for the cage. I saw +where you kept the money. The idea of securing a +gold watch for myself took strong hold upon me. It +did not take long or many attempts to loosen one of +the outside window bars. Then on the <i>Richelieu</i> +night when everybody was full of thoughts of the +play, when the prefects were hurrying the boys to +bed, I entered through the window and secured the +money.”</p> + +<p>“And it wasn't—it wasn't—”Roy choked up.</p> + +<p>“Who? It wasn't anybody but myself. Smithers +had no hand in it then.”<!-- Page 202 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p> + +<p>Roy Henning's heart gave a great bound of relief. +It was not his cousin, after all. Thank God, thank +God! The family honor was saved! How glad he +was now of his silence! Was ever silence so golden? +What irretrievable damage a hasty word could have +done. The thief known, on his own confession, and +before witnesses. His cousin exonerated! Thank +God, thank God! Of course Roy was curious now +to know all the details and it was with the utmost +difficulty that he restrained his excitement sufficiently +to be able to speak in a natural tone.</p> + +<p>“How did you manage to do it?”</p> + +<p>“Umph! This information which you have been +seeking for the last five months does not seem to +affect you much.”</p> + +<p>“With that we can deal later. Now I am curious +to know how you did it. Please tell me.”</p> + +<p>“As you take the matter so coolly, I will. I laid +my plans well. I determined, if caught in lifting +the grating, to be hunting for a ball, which I had +previously dropped down there. I watched my time. +I made the entry while the boys were in the chapel +at night prayers. I settled with myself that if I +were caught coming out, to bring the money to you +to prove to you how foolish you were to leave it in +a common table drawer. In the dark it took only +a minute to lift the grating. You know that it is +thick iron with small holes. Three boys did actually +walk over the grating that night while I was crouching +beneath it with the money in my pocket.”</p> + +<p>Henning startled both Stockley and his companions +by saying, dramatically:</p> + +<p>“I saw you that night there.”</p> + +<p>“What, you saw me! Oh, I say, that's a likely +story—and didn't say a word all this time,” </p> + +<p>“I can prove it.”<!-- Page 203 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p> + +<p>“How?”</p> + +<p>“Why did you wear Garrett's blue sweater?”</p> + +<p>“Guess you did see me then, for I wore it. I +wanted a disguise. If any one saw me near that +window with Garrett's sweater on they would take +me for him, provided I hid my face well—which I +did. No one would suspect Garrett of thieving.”</p> + +<p>Again Henning was thankful that he had kept his +resolution of silence. It was not for Garrett's sake +he had made it. Why it was made, and kept in the +face of such suspicious circumstances, the reader will +learn ere long.</p> + +<p>“Did you purchase the gold watch you wanted +with your—your ill-gotten gains?”</p> + +<p>“I did not. I was afraid to do so. I saw at once +if I did I should compromise myself. I saw that +I should have to tell where I got the money for such +a purpose. Everybody, and especially the faculty, +knew that I did not have overmuch pocket-money. +My common-sense, after all, told me I could not use +the money here. So I made myself a felon for +nothing. What is left—most of it—is now with +the President.”</p> + +<p>Stockley paused a minute, and then continued:</p> + +<p>“Don't think this is an easy task for me, boys. I +promised the chaplain to straighten things out, and +as you had to have the essentials, you might as well +have the details also. I shall never face the boys +again, for as soon as I can be moved I am to be sent +home. Anyway, Henning, I like the way you +received the story.”</p> + +<p>“I am very thankful to you that you make it so +clear and circumstantial.”</p> + +<p>“You remember in the early spring there was a +good deal of money spent by the boys. If I remember +rightly you yourself bought a number of books,<!-- Page 204 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> +bats, balls, and shoes. Well, at that time I ventured +to spend some, but I was horribly suspicious all the +time. Somehow I imagined that every dollar I spent +was marked in some invisible way and would be +traced back to me. No, I tell you that has done me +no good, given me not one moment of satisfaction, +and has only added an extra burden to my conscience.”</p> + +<p>“Did Smithers have a hand in this thievery?" +asked Roy.</p> + +<p>“Leave others out. You said that to me just now, +and now you are trying to get some one else incriminated.”</p> + +<p>“No, I am not. I am merely acting in self-defense. +You have cleared me of all suspicion. I must, if he +was implicated in this wretched affair, have him +clear me also.”</p> + +<p>“You need not bother about Smithers,” said +Bracebridge; “that charming and courageous individual +departed for unknown pastures between two +suns. You will see him no more. The boys say he +is daffy on account of the storm. Let it go at that, +Roy.”</p> + +<p>Henning was surprised at this news, but not altogether +pleased. Matters had thus far gone so +propitiously that he wanted every knot in the tangle +straightened out.</p> + +<p>“That's all right, Roy,” said Bracebridge. “There +will be no more trouble from that quarter.”He then +turned to Stockley, saying:</p> + +<p>“I must say that we are obliged to you for your +candor. It is rather a manly acknowledgment after +all.”</p> + +<p>“You see, I went to confession last night, +and——”</p> + +<p>“I understand. You are properly trying to undo<!-- Page 205 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> +the wrong you have done. You will never be able +to undo the mental torture you have inflicted on +Henning all these months.”</p> + +<p>“I never shall. I am sorry for all that now, and +I ask your pardon, Henning.”</p> + +<p>The three boys were discovering that there was +something manly in Stockley after all.</p> + +<p>“That's all right,” said Roy heartily. “It's all +over now. Try and keep straight for the future.”</p> + +<p>“Now,” said Bracebridge, “there is only one thing +more to be done. Of course you will sign a paper +exonerating Henning from all possible implication, +now you have acknowledged your own guilt. Our +word as witnesses would be sufficient, but it would +come with better grace from you, don't you think +so?”</p> + +<p>“There's not much gracefulness in the whole +wretched business, I'm thinking, but I'll sign.”</p> + +<p>That afternoon, with the permission of the prefect, +there was posted on the bulletin board a notice which +created more intense excitement than anything since +the loss of the money during the Christmas holidays. +It ran as follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“This is to certify that I, of my own free will +and without coercion, admit that I stole the +seventy-two dollars last Christmas week, and +that no one now at the college had the least +thing to do with planning or carrying out the +theft except myself.”</p></div> + +<p> +<span class="signature">“John Stockley.”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p><!-- Page 206 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The Unraveled Tangle</span></h3> + +<p class="cap">U<span class="smcaps">NPLEASANT</span> as the interview had been to Roy, +he no sooner left the sickroom than he found +his spirits rise with a great bound. At last! +At last he was cleared! Now the way was smoothed +for him. All aspersions on his character would be +scattered like the morning mist before the sun, as +soon as the contents of the precious paper were made +known.</p> + +<p>The three boys left the infirmary at about half +an hour after eleven o'clock. In a quarter of an +hour classes would be dismissed for the day, it being +a customary half-holiday.</p> + +<p>Jack Beecham was eager to post the notice on the +bulletin board at once. They took the wiser and +safer course. They decided to see the prefect first, +as nothing appeared on the board without his sanction, +and when it did it was regarded as official.</p> + +<p>“Come in,” they heard him call in response to their +rap at the door.</p> + +<p>“Great news, Mr. Shalford,” shouted Jack +Beecham before he entered the room. “Everything's +settled. Roy's all right now. The head of the clique +has done it this time—in black and white, too; see, +sir.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Shalford arose, smiling, and extended his +hand to Henning.</p> + +<p>“I am very glad. It has been an ugly business. It +has caused no end of anxiety. The rumors and +charges were always so intangible that I never could +trace one to its source. But let me see the paper.”<!-- Page 207 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p> + +<p>This boys' true friend gave a low whistle as he +read Stockley's acknowledgment.</p> + +<p>“So you are cleared, Henning; and the thief is +known? That's capital. Poor boy! Isn't it too +bad, boys, to find a student—one of us—a thief, a +burglar, a felon! Oh, the pity of it! Well, pray for +him, boys, pray for him. Leave this note with me, +Henning. I'll see that it does its work. Congratulations, +all of you. Whatever you have, Roy, you +have some loyal friends. Congratulations, congratulations, +all of you,” </p> + +<p>The note was immediately posted. Then the excitement +began, at first among half-a-dozen around +the board, then among other groups, and in a very +short time throughout the college. George McLeod +and Ernest Winters simply went wild, and in less +than an hour they could scarcely speak at all, so +hoarse were they from shouting.</p> + +<p>Where was Henning? A rush was made to the +Philosophy classroom. He was not there. Perhaps +he was with the rector or the prefect of studies. Both +these places were invaded by excited boys, but Roy +was not forthcoming.</p> + +<p>Just as the big bell rang for dinner, George +McLeod made a rush for the chapel, sure that he +would find his friend there. And there he did find +the three, Jack, Ambrose, and Roy, pouring out their +thanksgiving with grateful hearts for the happy turn +events had taken.</p> + +<p>“Come, Roy; it's dinner. The big bell has rung; +come on.”</p> + +<p>Roy did not move, nor did his companions. He +evidently intended to avoid the crowd, waiting until +they should all be at dinner, knowing that in the +refectory they would have to remain quiet.</p> + +<p>This time he miscalculated entirely. No sooner<!-- Page 208 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> +did he make his appearance than the whole of the +students of the senior refectory rose to their feet and +gave three hearty cheers for Roy Henning. The +prefect made no attempt to stop the demonstration, +while Ernest Winters, out in the middle of the room, +was fairly dancing with joy and excitement.</p> + +<p>At a given signal from Mr. Shalford all cheering +ceased. Every one resumed his seat—except +Ernest, who danced on in his glee, to the intense +amusement of all, and to his own utter confusion +when he discovered that he was the only boy now +making any noise in the refectory.</p> + +<p>Before the laugh at his expense had subsided the +prefect whispered to Roy:</p> + +<p>“Shall I give talking at table in honor of the +event?”</p> + +<p>“To-morrow, please, sir,” replied Roy, “now I +want to think a little.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Shalford gave a look and a nod to the reader, +and the meal, save for the reader's voice, was finished +in silence.</p> + +<p>If the boys were not allowed to talk for a little +while, there was no lack of signs and signals. Harry +Gill was frantic to signal across the room his congratulations, +and had a fit of coughing for trying to +eat his dinner and at the same time send a series of +telegraphic messages to Roy.</p> + +<p>Henning was pleased to see that Andrew Garrett +was quite demonstrative of good will. Andrew, for +a long time tried to catch his cousin's eye. When +he did so, he dropped his knife and fork and imitated +a handshaking. Roy did the same to his cousin, and +was repaid by seeing a look of intense pleasure +spread over Andrew's face.</p> + +<p>Of course all these signs and signals and other +unusual occurrences were breaches of discipline<!-- Page 209 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> +which, at any other time would not have gone unchecked +and unpunished. But Mr. Shalford knew +exactly “how it was.”He had been a real boy himself +once, and knew exactly when not to see too +much. He believed in the scriptural motto, “Be not +over just.”</p> + +<p>And after dinner! What a scene the yard +presented for a few minutes! The delighted boys +shook Roy's hand until his arm fairly ached. His +arm ached because he allowed it to be shaken by +others, instead of himself shaking every hand extended. +In this business he was unexperienced.</p> + +<p>In the midst of the enthusiasm, which resembled +that which follows an important and successful baseball +game, only more intense, Harry Gill jumped +upon a long bench by the wall and shouted:</p> + +<p>“Listen, gentlemen. I have good news for you. +Hi, there! listen. Listen there, boys, listen, listen! +Roy Henning has promised to pitch for the rest of +the year! Did—you—hear that—boys?”</p> + +<p>Roy suddenly remembered that he had intended to +give Gill the credit for this. He jumped on the +bench in a second. Raising his hand, the hero of +the hour obtained silence in a much shorter time than +Gill had done.</p> + +<p>“If I pitch for the rest of the year,” he said, “it +is all Gill's fault. I simply could not resist his importunities. +Oh, he's a sly one,” </p> + +<p>“It isn't,” said Gill laughing.</p> + +<p>“It is.”</p> + +<p>“It is not.”</p> + +<p>“It is.”</p> + +<p>Then there was a cheer which could be heard +down at Cuthberton.</p> + +<p>After a time Roy, Jack, Ambrose, and Rob Jones +extricated themselves from the throng of happy boys,<!-- Page 210 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +and with Gill and Andrew Garrett repaired to the +Philosophy classroom, or Hilson's parlor, as it was +called, which the other members of the class considerately +left at their disposal for the time being.</p> + +<p>“Oh, what a day we're having,” sighed Jack +Beecham as he sank into a chair.</p> + +<p>“Glorious, isn't it?”said the jubilant Bracebridge.</p> + +<p>“And now that we are alone,” began Andrew Garrett, +"that is, among special friends, I want to say +something.”</p> + +<p>All were silent in an instant. Gill, who did not +appear to have realized the previous strained relations +between the two cousins began to say something +funny, but he was checked by an unmistakably +significant glance from Ambrose, who had become +quite serious, for he rather expected a scene, if not +an explosion. Shealey, who had come in, was too +full of fun and nonsense to imagine that anybody +just now could be serious, but when he saw the +nervous look on Ambrose's face, and the evident +nervousness of Garrett, he, too, realized that it was +time to suspend bantering.</p> + +<p>All the friends were standing in a group around +Henning, laughing and chattering as only boys +thoroughly happy can laugh and chatter, when Garrett +began to speak. At the sound of his voice, they +all, with Roy in the center, turned and faced Garrett +as he stood two or three feet away.</p> + +<p>“I want to say something,” Garrett began again, +"and I think it only fair, Roy, to say it before these +others, as well as to you.”</p> + +<p>Henning bowed slightly, having only a faint idea +of what was coming. At present he was too pleased +to know that Garrett was not implicated and that the +family name was untarnished.</p> + +<p>“I want to say that I consider myself to have been<!-- Page 211 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +a pretty mean and small sort of a fellow in this +whole business.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! Don't——”began Roy in protest.</p> + +<p>“Wait a minute, Roy. This is the task I have set +myself, for it seems to me the only possible way in +which I can make reparation. I want to say that I +had a good deal to do with those rumors. I got in, +somehow, with a crowd of boys I ought to have been +ashamed to associate with. How it all happened I +don't exactly know. Things went from bad to worse +with me, and pretty far, too. It seems a dream to +me now. About a week ago suddenly I began to +realize my position. How this realization came about +I don't know. It must have been dear little Ethel's +prayers for me, but I began to think of my position, +think of what I was doing, and, yes, to think of the +sin of it all. You were away, Roy, and when I remembered +your trouble and grief at home, and when, +finally, your brotherly telegram came, I began to be +thoroughly ashamed of myself. So now all I can +do is to ask your pardon, and the pardon of all these, +your loyal and staunch friends.”</p> + +<p>As he listened to this manly avowal, there arose in +Roy Henning's breast an admiration for his cousin's +moral courage. The other auditors were deeply impressed. +They waited with curiosity to see what +Roy would do. And he? He did precisely what +might be expected of him. Without saying a word, +he stepped forward, took Garrett's hand and shook +it warmly. Then:</p> + +<p>“It's all over, old man. Let bygones be bygones. +I forgive everything and forget.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks, very much. I do not deserve this, but +you shall see I shall deserve it.”</p> + +<p>There was a world of pathos and earnestness in +Andrew's voice at that moment.</p> +<p><!-- Page 212 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p> +<p>The rest of the gathering of friends extended their +hands, and Andrew shook hands all around.</p> + +<p>“Now,” said Roy, “will you permit me to ask a +few questions, to clear up some obscure points in +my mind?”</p> + +<p>“Certainly; anything,” said Andrew, with alacrity.</p> + +<p>“How did that wretched Stockley come to wear +your blue sweater? He tells me he did, and, besides, +I saw him get down below that grating that night +and I thought it was you.”</p> + +<p>“Thought it was me,” said Garrett in the greatest +amazement. “You thought it was I, and all this +time you thought I was the thief, and yet stood all +I said against you, and never said a word! Oh, +Roy! No wonder on that Sunday afternoon you insisted +on my clearing you,” </p> + +<p>Andrew Garrett appeared to be fairly overcome by +his cousin's generosity.</p> + +<p>“Why, oh, why didn't I know all this before? +How differently I would have acted. Believe me, it +is only this very day I learned that the thief wore my +sweater that night. Before going to bed on the night +of the play I hung my sweater on a peg in the study-hall. +The next morning I saw that it had been used +by some one, for there were dirt stains on it and +some rust marks from contact with rusty iron. I +determined not to wear it after that. I had no idea +the thief had used it, though.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks,” said Roy. “Now one more question, +Andrew.”</p> + +<p>“Fire away.”</p> + +<p>“This morning Stockley said something about a +letter which you knew something of—one in some +way connected with me. Can you tell me anything +about it?”</p> + +<p>Now it so happened that the affair of the letter<!-- Page 213 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +was the only incident in the untoward conduct of +Garrett for many months past in which he could take +any kind of satisfaction. It will be remembered that +he had refused to allow Stockley and Smithers to +circulate it among the boys. He had retained it +ever since.</p> + +<p>“That's easy enough,” he answered, as he drew +the crumpled letter from his pocket.</p> + +<p>“But I have to ask you a question now, for the +wording of the letter certainly looks compromising +enough. Listen to this, gentlemen.”Andrew read +the scrap of paper to the astonished listeners.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“Dec. 23rd. My dear chum: Your letter +received last Monday. Sorry to say that"—"here's +a blank,” said Garrett, and then continued, +"have no money just now, so can not do the thing +you wish. Awfully sorry. Feel like stealing the +money rather than letting this thing go undone. +However, wait till the end of Christmas week. +Something's going to turn up before that—then +we can go into partnership in this, at least for the +merit—keep everything dark. Don't say a word +to anybody about it. Mind, now, chum, everything +must be kept secret or—smash! Yours, +Roy H.”</p></div> + +<p>When Garrett began to read the note, Henning +looked puzzled. After a time he seemed to remember +all about it, and then he—blushed.</p> + +<p>“Oh! that's——”but he stopped suddenly. He +was going to make a revelation of some kind, and +suddenly thought better of it. He blushed profusely—like +a girl. He was awkward. For a moment +he appeared embarrassed in no slight degree. Twice +he was going to say something; twice he changed +his mind.</p> + +<p>His friends were very much puzzled. Was there<!-- Page 214 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +a shade of truth in some of the charges made against +Roy after all? Had their idol fallen? Was he, after +all, not to be their hero? Was he a lesser character +than all along they had judged him?</p> + +<p>Roy saw these fleeting fancies on their wavering +faces, all except Ambrose's. He never doubted, nor +did he show the least sign of wavering. Roy saw +wonder and incipient doubt elsewhere, at which he +blushed the more furiously.</p> + +<p>The situation was certainly dramatic. A climax +had come to-day. Was there, after all, to be an +anticlimax? Was the idol to be shattered at the +very last moment?</p> + +<p>“What does it all mean, Roy?”asked Garrett.</p> + +<p>“I would rather not say,” was the reply.</p> + +<p>“You had better, Roy,” said Bracebridge, in confidential +tones.</p> + +<p>Still blushing, Roy said:</p> + +<p>“I say, you fellows, you don't mean to say there +is anything crooked in this, do you?”</p> + +<p>“No,” replied Andrew Garrett, “but an enemy of +yours could make mighty good capital out of it all +the same. Tell us what it means, Roy.”</p> + +<p>“If you must know, then, it's merely this,” answered +Roy, a little angrily, not exactly with his +friends, but more at the exigencies of the situation. +"There is a poor—quite poor—student in a seminary +who is and has been a great friend of mine, in +fact pretty much of a hero, as you would say if you +knew his story. He had the greatest longing to get +home last Christmas to see his widowed mother after +years of absence. He could not afford it, and, like +a real friend, asked me to assist him. Unfortunately +my funds were very low—too low to help him. I +expected that my mother would send me her usual +Christmas present. I found out that she was willing<!-- Page 215 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +to do so, and I wrote to her to send most of it to +my friend instead. There's your great mystery! I +was short of funds because my father cut down my +allowance this year.”</p> + +<p>“So that's the reason you were so close this year?" +asked Andrew.</p> + +<p>“What?”</p> + +<p>“Because your father cut down, and yet, by Jove! +you were willing to send what you did get to some +one else. Well, I call that noble, indeed I do. Oh, +I wish I had known all this before! If I had but +known! If I had——”</p> + +<p>“Say, you fellows, haven't you done catechising +me?”said Roy Henning, attempting to divert their +attention from himself.</p> + +<p>“If you please, cousin, one more question,” said +Andrew.</p> + +<p>Roy made a wry face, and a mock gesture of impatience.</p> + +<p>“You would try the patience of a saint,” </p> + +<p>“May I?”</p> + +<p>“Well, fire ahead.”</p> + +<p>“You say that all along you thought I was the +thief?”</p> + +<p>“I certainly did, Andrew,” answered Roy, serious +in a minute, “for no one but you here ever wore a +blue sweater.”</p> + +<p>“Then why did you not, especially as I had acted +so meanly toward you—why did you not do or say +something that would point suspicion to me, or +openly make the charge?”</p> + +<p>The question aroused considerable emotion in +Roy's breast. It showed itself in the workings of +the muscles of his cheeks. Taking Andrew Garrett +by the hand, he looked into his eyes.</p> + +<p>“Shall I tell you, Andrew?”</p> +<p><!-- Page 216 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> +<p>“Yes, please do.”</p> + +<p>“If I spoke or moved in this I knew it would break +your mother's heart.”</p> + +<p>Andrew could stand no more. He broke down. +Boy as he was, with all a boy's natural distaste for +displaying emotion before others, he was not +ashamed to rest his head for a moment on his +cousin's shoulder and sob. The only words that fell +from his lips were:</p> + +<p>“Noble Roy,” </p> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Printed by Benziger Brothers, New York.<!-- Page 217 --> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></span></h3> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="pad">Benziger Brothers' New Plan for Disseminating Catholic Literature</h2> + +<hr class="narrow" /> + +<h3>A NEW PLAN FOR SECURING</h3> + +<h1>Catholic Books on Easy Payments</h1> + +<h4> +Small Monthly Payments. Books Delivered Immediately.<br /> +All New Copyright Works by the Foremost Writers<br /> +</h4> + +<h3>PRINTED FROM NEW PLATES, ON GOOD PAPER, SUBSTANTIALLY +BOUND IN CLOTH</h3> + +<h3>A MOST LIBERAL OFFER!</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The following pages contain a list of the books in our Catholic Circulating +Library which can be had from us on the easy-payment plan.</p> + +<p>Though the books are sold on easy payments, the prices are lower than +the regular advertised prices.</p> + +<p>Any library advertised in these pages will be sent to you immediately on +receipt of $1.00.</p></div> + +<hr class="narrow" /> + +<table width = "70%" border ="0" summary=""> + +<tr> + <td colspan ="2" class="realbig" > + CATHOLIC CIRCULATING LIBRARY + </td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="td1"> + + THE PLAN FOR FORMING<br /> + == READING CIRCLES ==<br /> + + <h4>Dues only 10 Cents a Month.</h4> + + <table border="0" summary=""> + <tr> + <td class = "small"> + A New Book Every Month<br /> + $12 Worth of Books to Read + </td> + <td class = "smallbold"> + Total Cost for a Year, $1.20 + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <h4>THIS EXPLAINS THE PLAN</h4> + + <p class = "smallish">You form a Reading Club, say of twelve members, + and order one of the Libraries from us.</p> + + <p class = "smallish">Each member pays you ten cents a month, and + you remit us $1.00 a month, thus paying us for + the books.</p> + + <p class = "smallish"><i>On receipt of the first dollar we will send you + a complete library.</i> You give each member a + book. After a month all the members return their + books to you and you give them another one. The + books are exchanged in this way every month till + the members have read the twelve volumes in the + Library. After the twelfth month the books may + be divided among the members (each getting one + book to keep) or the books may be given to your + Pastor for a parish library.</p> + + <p class = "smallish">Then you can order from us a second library + on the same terms as above. In this way you can + keep up your Reading Circle from year to year + at a trifling cost.</p> + + <span class = "center"><i>On the following pages will be found a list of the + books in the different Libraries. They are + the best that can be had.</i></span> + <br /> + <span class = "smallish">MAIL A DOLLAR BILL TO-DAY AND ANY + LIBRARY WILL BE FORWARDED AT ONCE</span> + </td> + +<td class ="td3" > +<div class = "box"> + <table border="0" summary=""> + <tr ><td class="realbig"> </td></tr><tr> + <th class = "realbig"> + THE OTHER PLAN + </th> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class = "prettybigjust"> + Or if, instead of + forming a Reading + Circle, you wish to + get a Library for + yourself or your + family, all you need + do is to remit a + dollar bill and any + Library will be forwarded + to you at + once. Then you + pay One Dollar a + month. + </td> + </tr> + </table> +</div> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<h3>BENZIGER BROTHERS</h3> + +<table border="0" summary=""><tr> +<td> + +<span class="smcap">New York</span>: + +</td> +<td> </td> +<td> +<span class="smcap">Cincinnati</span>: +</td> +<td> </td> +<td> +<span class="smcap">Chicago</span>: +</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> +36-38 Barclay Street. +</td> +<td> </td> +<td> + +343 Main Street. +</td> +<td> </td> +<td> + +211-213 Madison Street. + +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class = "wide" /> +<p><!-- Page 218 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span></p> + +<table border="0" summary=""> + +<tr> +<td> +Dues, 10c. +</td> +<td rowspan = "2" class="realbig"> +Catholic Circulating Library +</td> +<td> +2 New Books +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> +a Month +</td> +<td> +Every Month +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class = "wide" /> + +<h1>JUVENILE BOOKS</h1> + +<h4>20 Copyrighted Stories for the Young, by the Best Authors</h4> +<h4>Special net price, $10.00</h4> + +<h4 class = "prettybig">You get the books at once, and have the use of them, while making easy +payments </h4> +<h4 class = "prettybig"> +Read explanation of our Circulating Library plan on first page</h4> + +<h2>Juvenile Library A</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class = "hangindent">TOM PLAYFAIR; OR, MAKING A START. By <span class="smcap">Rev. F.J. Finn</span>, S.J. +"The best boy's book that ever came from the press.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE CAVE BY THE BEECH FORK. By <span class="smcap">Rev. H.S. Spalding</span>, S.J. “This +is a story full of go and adventure.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">HARRY RUSSELL, A ROCKLAND COLLEGE BOY. By <span class="smcap">Rev. J.E. Copus</span>, +S.J. “Father Copus takes the college hero where Father Finn has left +him, through the years to graduation.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">CHARLIE CHITTYWICK. By <span class="smcap">Rev. David Bearne</span>, S.J. Father Bearne +shows a wonderful knowledge and fine appreciation of boy character. +There is no mark of mawkishness in the book.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">NAN NOBODY. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. “Keeps one fascinated till the +last page is reached.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">LOYAL BLUE AND ROYAL SCARLET. By <span class="smcap">Marion A. Taggart</span>. “Will +help keep awake the strain of hero worship and ideal patriotism.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE GOLDEN LILY. By <span class="smcap">Katharine T. Hinkson</span>. “Another proof of the +author's wonderful genius.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE MYSTERIOUS DOORWAY. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. “A bright, sparkling +book.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">OLD CHARLMONT'S SEED-BED. By <span class="smcap">Sara T. Smith</span>. “A delightful story +of Southern school life.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE MADCAP SET AT ST. ANNE'S. By <span class="smcap">Marion J. Brunowe</span>. “Plenty +of fun and frolic, with high moral principle.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">>BUNT AND BILL. By <span class="smcap">Clara Mulholland</span>. “There are passages of true +pathos and humor in this pretty tale.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE FLOWER OF THE FLOCK. By <span class="smcap">Maurice F. Egan</span>. “They are by no +means faultless young people and their hearts lie in the right places.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">PICKLE AND PEPPER. By <span class="smcap">Ella L. Dorsey</span>. “This story is clever and +witty—there is not a dull page.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">A HOSTAGE OF WAR. By <span class="smcap">Mary G. Bonesteel</span>. “A wide-awake story, +brimful of incident and easy humor.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">AN EVERY DAY GIRL. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Crowley</span>. “One of the few tales that +will appeal to the heart of every girl.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">AS TRUE AS GOLD. By <span class="smcap">Mary E. Mannix</span>. “This book will make a name +for itself.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">AN HEIR OF DREAMS. By <span class="smcap">S.M. O'Malley</span>. “The book is destined to +become a true friend of our boys.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE MYSTERY OF HORNBY HALL. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. “Sure to stir +the blood of every real boy and to delight with its finer touches the heart +of every true girl.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">TWO LITTLE GIRLS. By <span class="smcap">Lillian Mack</span>. “A real tale of real children.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">RIDINGDALE FLOWER SHOW. By <span class="smcap">Rev. David Bearne</span>, S.J. “His sympathy +with boyhood is so evident and his understanding so perfect.”</p></div> +<p class = "hangindent"><!-- Page 219 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="realbig">20 Copyrighted Stories for the Young</h2> +<h2>By the Best Catholic Writers</h2> +<h3 class = "realbig"><span class="smcap">Special Net Price</span>, $10.00</h3> +<h4>$1.00 down, $1.00 a month</h4> +<h4>Read explanation of our Circulating Library plan on preceding pages</h4> +<hr /> +<h2 class="realbig">Juvenile Library B</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class = "hangindent">HIS FIRST AND LAST APPEARANCE. By <span class="smcap">Rev. F.J. Finn</span>, S.J. Profusely +illustrated. “A delightful story by Father Finn, which will be +popular with the girls as well as with the boys.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE SHERIFF OF THE BEECH FORK. By <span class="smcap">Rev. H.S. Spalding</span>, S.J. +"From the outset the reader's attention is captivated and never lags.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">SAINT CUTHBERT'S. By <span class="smcap">Rev. J.E. Copus</span>, S.J. “A truly inspiring tale, +full of excitement.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE TAMING OF POLLY. By <span class="smcap">Ella Loraine Dorsey</span>. “Polly with her +cool head, her pure heart and stern Western sense of justice.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">STRONG-ARM OF AVALON. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. “Takes hold of the +interest and of the heart and never lets go.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">JACK HILDRETH ON THE NILE. By <span class="smcap">C. May</span>. “Courage, truth, honest +dealing with friend and foe.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">A KLONDIKE PICNIC. By <span class="smcap">Eleanor C. Donnelly</span>. “Alive with the charm +that belongs to childhood.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">A COLLEGE BOY. By <span class="smcap">Anthony Yorke</span>. “Healthy, full of life, full of +incident.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE GREAT CAPTAIN. By <span class="smcap">Katharine T. Hinkson</span>. “Makes the most +interesting and delightful reading.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE YOUNG COLOR GUARD. By <span class="smcap">Mary G. Bonesteel</span>. “The attractiveness +of the tale is enhanced by the realness that pervades it.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE HALDEMAN CHILDREN. By <span class="smcap">Mary E. Mannix</span>. “Full of people +entertaining, refined, and witty.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">PAULINE ARCHER. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. “Sure to captivate the hearts +of all juvenile readers.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE ARMORER OF SOLINGEN. By <span class="smcap">W. Herchenbach</span>. “Cannot fail to +inspire honest ambition.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE INUNDATION. By <span class="smcap">Canon Schmid</span>. “Sure to please the young +readers for whom it is intended.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE BLISSYLVANIA POST-OFFICE. By <span class="smcap">Marion A. Taggart</span>. “Pleasing +and captivating to young people.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">DIMPLING'S SUCCESS. By <span class="smcap">Clara Mulholland</span>. “Vivacious and natural +and cannot fail to be a favorite.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">BISTOURI. By <span class="smcap">A. Melandri</span>. “How Bistouri traces out the plotters and +foils them makes interesting reading.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">FRED'S LITTLE DAUGHTER. By <span class="smcap">Sara T. Smith</span>. “The heroine wins her +way into the heart of every one.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE SEA-GULL'S ROCK. By <span class="smcap">J. Sandeau</span>. “The intrepidity of the little +hero will appeal to every boy.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">JUVENILE ROUND TABLE. <span class="smcap">First Series.</span> A collection of twenty stories +by the foremost writers, with many full-page illustrations.</p></div> +<p><!-- Page 220 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="realbig">20 Copyrighted Stories for the Young</h2> +<h2>By the Best Catholic Writers</h2> +<h3 class = "realbig"><span class="smcap">Special Net Price</span>, $10.00</h3> +<h4>$1.00 down, $1.00 a month</h4> +<h4>Read explanation of our Circulating Library plan on preceding pages</h4> +<hr /> +<h2 class="realbig">Juvenile Library C</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class = "hangindent">PERCY WYNN; OR, MAKING A BOY OF HIM. By <span class="smcap">Rev. F.J. Finn</span>, S.J. +"The most successful Catholic juvenile published.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE RACE FOR COPPER ISLAND. By <span class="smcap">Rev. H.S. Spalding</span>, S.J. +"Father Spalding's descriptions equal those of Cooper.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">SHADOWS LIFTED. By <span class="smcap">Rev. J.E. Copus</span>, S.J. “We know of no books +more delightful and interesting.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">HOW THEY WORKED THEIR WAY, AND OTHER STORIES. By +<span class="smcap">Maurice F. Egan</span>. “A choice collection of stories by one of the most +popular writers.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">WINNETOU, THE APACHE KNIGHT. By <span class="smcap">C. May</span>. “Chapters of breathless +interest.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">MILLY AVELING. By <span class="smcap">Sara Trainer Smith</span>. “The best story Sara Trainer +Smith has ever written.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE TRANSPLANTING OF TESSIE. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. “An excellent +girl's story.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE PLAYWATER PLOT. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. “How the plotters +are captured and the boy rescued makes a very interesting story.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">AN ADVENTURE WITH THE APACHES. By <span class="smcap">Gabriel Ferry</span>.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">PANCHO AND PANCHITA. By <span class="smcap">Mary E. Mannix</span>. “Full of color and +warmth of life in old Mexico.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">RECRUIT TOMMY COLLINS. By <span class="smcap">Mary G. Bonesteel</span>. “Many a boyish +heart will beat in envious admiration of little Tommy.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">BY BRANSCOME RIVER. By <span class="smcap">Marion A. Taggart</span>. “A creditable book in +every way.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE QUEEN'S PAGE. By <span class="smcap">Katharine Tynan Hinkson</span>. “Will arouse the +young to interest in historical matters and is a good story well told.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">MARY TRACY'S FORTUNE. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. “Sprightly, interesting +and well written.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">BOB-O'LINK. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. “Every boy and girl will be delighted +with Bob-o'Link.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THREE GIRLS AND ESPECIALLY ONE. By <span class="smcap">Marion A. Taggart</span>. “There +is an exquisite charm in the telling.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">WRONGFULLY ACCUSED. By <span class="smcap">W. Herchenbach</span>. “A simple tale, entertainingly +told.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE CANARY BIRD. By <span class="smcap">Canon Schmid</span>. “The story is a fine one and +will be enjoyed by boys and girls.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">FIVE O'CLOCK STORIES. By S.H. C. J. “The children who are blessed +with such stories have much to be thankful for.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">JUVENILE ROUND TABLE. <span class="smcap">Second Series</span>. A collection of twenty stories +by the foremost writers, with many full-page illustrations.</p></div> +<p><!-- Page 221 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p> + +<h2 class="realbig">20 Copyrighted Stories for the Young</h2> +<h2>By the Best Catholic Writers</h2> +<h3 class = "realbig"><span class="smcap">Special Net Price</span>, $10.00</h3> +<h4>$1.00 down, $1.00 a month</h4> +<h4>Read explanation of our Circulating Library plan on preceding pages</h4> +<hr /> +<h2 class="realbig">Juvenile Library D</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class = "hangindent">THE WITCH OF RIDINGDALE. By <span class="smcap">Rev. David Bearne</span>, S.J. “Here is a +story for boys that bids fair to equal any of Father Finn's successes.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE MYSTERY OF CLEVERLY. By <span class="smcap">George Barton</span>. There is a peculiar +charm about this novel that the discriminating reader will ascribe to the +author's own personality.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">HARMONY FLATS. By <span class="smcap">C.S. Whitmore</span>. The characters in this story are +all drawn true to life, and the incidents are exciting.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">WAYWARD WINIFRED. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. A story for girls. Its +youthful readers will enjoy the vivid description, lively conversations, and +plenty of striking incidents, all winding up happily.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">TOM LOSELY: BOY. By <span class="smcap">Rev. J.E. Copus</span>, S.J. Illustrated. The writer +knows boys and boy nature, and small-boy nature too.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">MORE FIVE O'CLOCK STORIES. By S.H. C.J. “The children who are +blessed with such stories have much to be thankful for.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">JACK O'LANTERN. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. This book is alive with interest. +It is full of life and incident.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE BERKLEYS. By <span class="smcap">Emma Howard Wight</span>. A truly inspiring tale, full +of excitement. There is not a dull page.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">LITTLE MISSY. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. A charming story for children +which will be enjoyed by older folk as well.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">TOM'S LUCK-POT. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. Full of fun and charming +incidents—a book that every boy should read.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">CHILDREN OF CUPA. By <span class="smcap">Mary E. Mannix</span>. One of the most thoroughly +unique and charming books that has found its way to the reviewing desk +in many a day.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">FOR THE WHITE ROSE. By <span class="smcap">Katharine T. Hinkson</span>. This book is something +more than a story; but, as a mere story, it is admirably well written.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE DOLLAR HUNT. From the French by <span class="smcap">E.G. Martin</span>. Those who wish +to get a <i>fascinating</i> tale should read this story.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE VIOLIN MAKER. From the original of <span class="smcap">Otto v. Schaching</span>, by <span class="smcap">Sara +Trainer Smith</span>. There is much truth in this simple little story.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">“JACK.”By S.H. C.J. As loving and lovable a little fellow as there is in +the world is “Jack,” the “pickle,” the “ragamuffin,” the defender of persecuted +kittens and personal principles.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">A SUMMER AT WOODVILLE. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. This is a beautiful +book, in full sympathy with and delicately expressive of the author's +creations.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">DADDY DAN. By <span class="smcap">Mary T. Waggaman</span>. This is a rattling good story for +boys.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE BELL FOUNDRY. By <span class="smcap">Otto v. Schaching</span>. So interesting that the +reader will find difficulty in tearing himself away.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">TOORALLADDY. By <span class="smcap">Julia C. Walsh</span>. An exciting story of the varied +fortunes of an orphan boy from abject poverty in a dismal cellar to success.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">JUVENILE ROUND TABLE. <span class="smcap">Third Series.</span> A collection of twenty stories +by the foremost writers.</p></div> +<p><!-- Page 222 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<table border="0" summary=""> + +<tr> +<td> +Dues, 10c. +</td> +<td rowspan = "2" class="realbig"> +Catholic Circulating Library +</td> +<td> +2 New Books +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td> +a Month +</td> +<td> +Every Month +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class = "wide" /> + +<h2 class="realbig">NOVELS</h2> +<h4>12 Copyrighted Novels by the Best Authors</h4> +<h3 class = "realbig"><span class="smcap">Special Price</span>, $12.00</h3> +<h4>You get the books at once, and have the use of them while making easy +payments</h4> +<h4>Read explanation of our Circulating Library plan on first page</h4> + +<hr class ="narrow" /> + +<h2 class = "realbig">Library of Novels No. I</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class = "hangindent">THE RULER OF THE KINGDOM. By <span class="smcap">Grace Keon</span>. “Will charm any +reader.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">KIND HEARTS AND CORONETS. By <span class="smcap">J. Harrison</span>. “A real, true life +history, the kind one could live through and never read it for romance.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">IN THE DAYS OF KING HAL. By <span class="smcap">Marion A. Taggart</span>. Illustrated. “A +tale of the time of Henry V. of England, full of adventure and excitement.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">HEARTS OF GOLD. By <span class="smcap">I. Edhor</span>. “It is a tale that will leave its reader +the better for knowing its heroine, her tenderness and her heart of gold.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE HEIRESS OF CRONENSTEIN. By <span class="smcap">Countess Hahn-Hahn</span>. “An exquisite +story of life and love, told in touchingly simple words.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE PILKINGTON HEIR. By <span class="smcap">Anna T. Sadlier</span>. “Skill and strength are +shown in this story. The plot is well constructed and the characters +vividly differentiated.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE OTHER MISS LISLE. A Catholic novel of South African life. By +<span class="smcap">M.C. Martin</span>. A powerful story by a writer of distinct ability.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">IDOLS; OR, THE SECRET OF THE RUE CHAUSSEE D'ANTIN. By +<span class="smcap">Raoul de Navery</span>. “The story is a remarkably clever one; it is well constructed +and evinces a master hand.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE SOGGARTH AROON. By <span class="smcap">Rev. Joseph Guinan</span>, C.C. A capital Irish +story.</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">THE VOCATION OF EDWARD CONWAY. By <span class="smcap">Maurice F. Egan</span>. “This +is a novel of modern American life. The scene is laid in a pleasant colony +of cultivated people on the banks of the Hudson, not far from West Point.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">A WOMAN OF FORTUNE. By <span class="smcap">Christian Reid</span>. “That great American +Catholic novel for which so much inquiry is made, a story true in its +picture of Americans at home and abroad.”</p> + +<p class = "hangindent">PASSING SHADOWS. By <span class="smcap">Anthony Yorke</span>. “A thoroughly charming +story. It sparkles from first to last with interesting situations and +dialogues that are full of sentiment. 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