The Hickman courier., 1882-10-27

proctor had known quite well both his
name and college, but preferred TO go
through the old formula. So fine was
the least to be expected as the result OF
the Watlingbury trip, in addition to the
penalty to be paid for the broken gate,
of the nature of which there could be
little doubt, after the Deans solemn
warning. And, therefore. when his scout,
on calling him next morning, said that
the Dean requested the pleasure of ms
company at twelve o'clock, Charley felt
that he might as well tell Bum to begin
packing his things. breakfast with
Gordon, however, cheered him up a
little, but the momentary gayety sank
down again at the door of the Dean 5
house What will the governor say
he groaned. When he was ushered In
he saw no sign of relenting in the Dean
face.
"You were not in college yesterday,
Mr.. Quedglington, by the time at which,
for YOU, the gate closes. | am also IN
| formed that YOU returned from Waiting
bury by a train arriving after that time
The doings at Watlingbury were DIS
graceful. sir, as / have good reason TO
Know. / cannot imagine you have any
THING to urge Charley regarded the
third button of the DIAGONAL waistcoat
with a stoical calmness. After the
solemn warning we gave you only two
davs ago. think / am exercising some
! leniency in merely sending You down
until the end of the term. You will go
down to-day. Good morning"
Quedglington of st. Aldate's was not
the man to plead, even if he could think
of anything to say, in mitigation of sem
tence. He turned to leave with a silent
bow, when the further door of the library
was opened, and voice he knew ex-
claimed:
II beg your pardon, uncle; | thought
you were alone.''
Charley looked up in astonishment.
It was his friend of the srain.
Good graciousr' said she, recognize
ing him at once, and coming in; Il am
so glad you are |. St. Aldate's man.
Uncle, this is the gentleman who inter
fered on my behalf yesterday, and missed
his train through his kindness. Perhaps
you will thank him for me-
lit was nothing at allr' murmured
Charley.
This is very remarkable" said the
Dean, in the accents of Domino Sampson.
IF this is so, | have to thank you for
doing. not only my niece, but myself, a
great service
1T is soI' cried Miss Gertrude, pet
tishly.
Indeed, indeed! Then it is very re-
markable. This is my niece Gertrude,
Mr.. Quedglington; am greatly obliged
to you-greatly. VIII you be kind
enough to run away, Gertrude, and we
will talk about it again?''
In few minutes they were alone
again.
$50 that was how you missed youi
train?" asked the Head.
Charley nodded.
''Well. | am greatly obliged to you.
You are an honor to the college-in
some respects. But of course | can make
no alteration upon this account. You
had no business going to Watlingbury,
or returning from it. So | must say
good morning."
Even Charley thought the Dean was
treating him a little cavalierly. but he
was not one To make much of his ser
vices. He made for the door
''Ah, yes,' said the Dean. when his
hand was already uponit, .'do YOU know
my brother, Sir Richard?. No. l think
not He has asked me to send him q
rod or two, to make up his party. Ny
VIE anu Niece dIc gong 10 Ills pltCe IN
the North tonight. Perhaps, Mr.. Quedg-
lington, YOU would escort them, and
stay until the end of the term. when yom
home engagements fall in. Would it sait
you?''
II shall be delighted, sir, stammered
Charley, the vision of Miss Gertrude pet.
tishly stamping the floor with the small
est foot the male Imagination can con
ceive before his eyes.
''Very well; you had better dine here
early, az they go by the eight o clock
train. Your letters could be forwarded
from here" added the Dean, with a
slight cough, land then, perhaps. you
need not trouble your people with youl
change of places? Yougo down tonight
then. Good morning.
That was how Charley Quedglington
was sent down. Some people are inclined
TO insinuate that it was all plan of Mrs
Deans, and very successful plan. too.
But that, we know, is all nonsense. One
thing about it is certain n-that. to this day.
the venerable Archdeacon is totally ig.
norant, and so are his intimate friends
that his son ever incurred the disgrace
of being sent down from St. Aldate's
- I0DdOn Cocisfgy