Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-07

EN llNO DAINlOClNAI I. shonld not be honest with him thar that be was smarting under youthful imnatienca of dull routine, he stuck like . man to the skirts of Cuthberts own suggestions q don't say," he remarked, in a softened manner. "that the business of edrc.tin~ boys is not tedious. But after all. n.n,e n,e the calling that has not something objection able"
 II have said that I am content to remain as lam"
 aIs that really sol"
 ~Truly so."
 tor, gazing doubtfully at his son; "some- thing is amiss. Just now Juvenal was under your nose and-let mo see the book.n
 Cuthbert handed him the volume
 "Weu. it is Juvenal; but that is mere luck. for you never looked at it What abstracts you4"
 The young fellow folded his arms and re- mained silent, slowly swaying his foot.
 1I date this change in you from the day of your return from London" continued Dr. Shaw, drawing from his pocket small gilt snuff box, and taking pinch ready to apply when anger should set him shifting. aI put money into your hand for the holiday, and trusted to your discretion to make it a cheap purchase of enlarged views. What did you do in Londona l need not ask you. You have told me-you went sightseeing believe you"
 Cuthbert bit his lip.
 "That is enough, sir-I believe you,n con- tinued the doctor, answering with emphasis the brief glance that Cuthbert threw at him. @Now, am to suppose that this holiday up set youa Come, come, you are not . yokel, that you cannot walk London streets with out your ambition taking fire from every print shop"
 He paused, his hand with the pinch of snufI in it suspended, and a light of angry triumph in his eyes, as though he should say, "The secret cannot elude me, but hate the dis covery."
 Cuthbert rose and walked to the window. and looked out upon the green swell of cliff and the blue faint space of sea beyond.
 That there was . secret in his mind might be known by the pain in his eyes and con- traction of brow which told of sudden in- ward wrestle.
 But these signs faded, leaving him not paler than he was before, and with . tran quI smile, sweet with the melancholy and docility in it, he turned to his father and said:
 HNothing is amiss with me in the way you suppose. Give me day or two for refec- tion. l shall then have something to tell you, and God knows what indulgence you shall show me-"
 The doctor arched his eyebrows, and, with stifening of his back, made his frin project 6ercely.
 "I don't like your strong expressions, sir. And pray, what have you done, that you should hesitate to avow it7"
 And he stuck his head back until the hol- low of his throat showed above his white neckerchief
 But if Dr. Shaw could be angry, so, too, could Cuthbert, his son, be obstinate; and the touch of the mule that is in the composition of most men shows nowhere more trans parently than in a handsome face.
 "Give me your permission to leave you, sir," said Cuthbert
 The doctor waived his hand, and Cuthbert walked out.
 Isaac Shaw was doctor of laws; and this much could be said of him-that better blood than his did not flow in any mans veins in all that town of Greystone, and that more of the learning which is not SO much wisdom as scholarship thickened no mans wits within the municipal area.
 But Isaac Shaw's learning was moro to his profit than honor, as it brought him pupils but gave him no social advance beyond fellow townsmen, inasmuch as not the rector, even, had weight of erudition enough to sink to the depths of his knowledge
 On the other hand, his blood was more to his honor than profit, as 1t made him naughty and exclusive, with rattle of insolence sometimes so that he was an unpopular man at Greystone, which supplied him with one only of the forty pupils who studied and struggled on his premises.
 This Dr. Isaac Shaw loved his son Cuth- bert with that kind of love which makes . man unkindly critical, vicious in perception of small weaknesses, and 8 very strait jacket unto the object of it's affections, that 1t may walk with moral erectness all the days of ita life.
 For many year the current of the boy'a existence had flowed gently down the chan of froth in it, nor sudden hasting, nor sharp divergence.
 Until .suddenly-but the heavens know mol shadow so like melancholy that the doctor took counsel with himself and reasoned thus;
 He is mewed up here, and we take few holidays. Every man requires now and again a change of scene Ergo, Cuthbert re quires change of scene. He has asked for such a change of scene, and he shall have 1t will furnish him with twenty guineas, and he shall go to London and see life for fort night"
 But lol concession, instead of casting out the one devil from his sons mind, merely liberated the imp to return with seven worss imps than itself. "What is on his mind cannot conjecture, 2 the doctor unused, looking at the door which Cuthbert had closed. He says he is nol weary of this life" With a gloomy brow and a puzzled wrinkle of the nose, he snuffed up the pinch he had held throughout the interview, and nut tered:
 "But then he may lie"
 Now, Dr. Isaac Shaw hated strong ex pressions.
 CHAPTER III. CUTHBERT's SECRET. Utter silence falls never on boys school Not even on the dormitories, wherein tho snoring of dull stomachs and mutterings oi young slumber, and the restless sprawling o1 limbs that makes the bedsteads creak and tht he'd clothes slide are sounds andihle throuoh