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now QlEDLiNGTON WAS SENT
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\ Pleasant story ornn Episode In Eng
lIsh Life.

From the London Society,"
Charley Quedglington was in n thought
ful mood. This was an unusual thing for
him. Ass general rule he didn't think 4:
but tn" most rnckety and miscellaneous
nnd debt mourning, don-baiting under
graduates have then moments of thought
though they may studiously conceal
them. And Charley's thoughts, this
sunny May morning, as he glanced into
the blazing hot quadrangle, waiting until
it should be time to partake of Gordon s
luncheon, were not very pleasant. "lf
Eonr name comes before us again, the
Dean had said grimly, with his sternest
aspect-and the old gentleman, the jol-
hest of laxative hosts ut dinner could
he very grim and stern about II o'clock
IN the day-''if your name comes before
ns again, Mr.. Quedglington, we shall
have no alternative Int to send YOU down
Tor considerable period You are never
out of trouble, either i'll college or in the
city. This is the last time You will be
warned, sir. Consider yourself gated
after six for the rest of the term"
'And by Jove, | believe the old gen
tlcman means it," ruminated Charley,
stretching his legs upon the window seat,
and putting his cigarette smoke into the
rcceases OF the sheltering sun-blind. "As
sure as fate, | shall get into row before
the end of the term, though it is only n
fortnight OF. There is Cummings's wine
tonight ; and they'll go and draw the
bursar aitcrward, and then the fat will be
in the fire. for whether I am there or
safe III bed, the porters will swear to Mr..
tluedglington-sm small blame to them 7"
And he laughed with n keen appreciation
Of his own had eminence. lymph it's
ali very well but il It comes to rustica-
ton, won't the Governor be savage He's
II Jolly old boy, and he'll swallow the bills
with hardly srimace but this affair
wouldn't be quite II coating of sugar to
help them on their way"
Charley's iorebodings We're not without
q more than usual share of probability.
There was not much chance of the most
popular and restless of St. Aldates men
keeping ont OF a row for the remaining
weeks of the Summer term. The dons
hat been very long-sutiering with him.
There was so much good in him at bot
tom, the great lumlnary said in conf
dence after dinner, and the lesser lights
agreed with him. He looked 30 young ;
Il dark -complexioned, handsome fellow,
hardly MS old ms his years. and with but
the tulntest symptoms of moustache, to
which only his scout knew how much
care and time were devoted. He appear
I'd quiet enough, and not very strong.
Appearances, however, are deceitful :
and Charley was not long il impressing
his set with mis- utterly thoughtless, reck-
less gayety, which yet had not grain of
real evil at the bottom of it, His father,
the Archdeacon Of Loamford, WAS rich
man, and n famous pillar of the church.
Charley would he well enough off some
day 30 that the mere getting into debt
would hurt no one very much. But the
Archdeacon had passed through his col
lege career without reproach, and was
great preacher, of note elsewhere than in
ecclesiastical circles. 1t would be ter
rible thing If the son of such man
should be put to open shame, and sent
down like the son Of any Goddess Earl or
weak-minded bishop
"IIullo, Charley !" cried a jovial young
voice from the quad below, at this point
Of his meditations you'll breakfast
with me tomorrow ? The last train for
Watlingbury is ut 1880"
''I'm not coming answered Charley,
rather shortly.
You're not coming?" cried his inter
rogator Whats mp now? But wait
minute, and I'll be with you"
And up the echoing wooden staircase,
So shady and cool in comparison with the
blaze and sunshine outside, came Cum
mings. three steps ut time and dashed
into Charley's room.
"What is up now % he repeated.
"The Dean has sent for me, and says
he'll send me down ii my name goes up
again tins term.
"Pheugh That is bad. 1t would not
suit your book with the Governor, would
it, Charley? But he has said the same
often before"
"He means it this time and he has
gated Inc after six for II fortnight
''Gordon, what do you think is the
latest 2" cried Cummings, leaning out of
the window and accosting man in n
many -colored coat who was leaning out a
ground-hoor window not far off. "Qued-
gington has been sent for, and gated I'M
til the end of the term. He says he
won't come to Watlingbury tomorrow"
"Gammon I'll come up and draw the
badger. What is gating?'
Gordon should have known, for Char
ley excepted. no one at st. Aldate's had
more experience OF it. Watlingbury