Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-08


 smothering smile.
 This was stubbornness dreadfully mortify- ing to the doctor.
 But, in any case, the best compromise to justify present anxiety and preserve his dignity in the future, was dark brow and chilly demeanor.
 These were not hard to come at, and under their shadow breakfast ended.
 CHAPTER v.
 IMPRESSED.
 Cuthbert might well be thankful that there would be no need for him to meet his father again that day in privacy unless sum- moned.
 It was not quite clear to himself why he should choose to make his and Jenny's secret known to old Strang6eld before he spoke to his father; but men in mental straits yield often to inclination without much inquiry; and that his father, to his way of thinking, was, of the two doses to be swallowed, the more ill-favored for his honesty to gulp at, was the only reason he could have given you for carrying his bit of news to Strang- field first.
 Into the school room he went, with his nervous breeding and face of unpeaceful thought, and mounted his stool, loathing the pantomime of his actions.
 At ten o'clock, with the punctuality that invites awe, entered Dr. Shaw; up rose the forms and the desks to salute this head, as wigs in the law courts spring into a flourish of vegetation when "my lord" comes rustling to the judgment seat With short bow for pomp is difficult to five foot SIX of stock ing and tail, though swelling with frill-the doctor took his seat, and with a smart rap on his desk summoned the Grecians to their labors.
 Noon was the hour for frisk in the play ground.
 To escape his father, Cuthbert joined the boys, but had no heart to mingle in their sports, though invited by some of the elder lads.
 The English master, cautious, reddish haired son of the Borderland, but of speech untainted by Erse, unhaunted by Runic germs, came to him with a trim politeness of air and extolled the sky.
 "Sir," said the English master, clapping some book under his arm, 'this is weather to make boys fat with pleasure"
 Cuthbert smiled.
 "When was a lad ran most nimbly when the sun was hottest. It must please your fathers son, MT. Cuthbert, to see these boys so hearty and spirited"
 "No doubt he is pleased" rejoined Cuth- bert, listlessly.
 oSoSA larger condition in the eyes of parents than education"
 "It should be so."
 "One should be a boy to lead boys, MT. Cuthbert."
 "Sometimes one gets tired of boys though "
 "It is plain, MT. Shaw, that you find this business of teaching boys irksome."
 "I need not deny it, replied Cuthbert, can didly, with a glance round the playground.
 "But-pray pardon my freedom-you are 6 younger man than I, of bright promise, Mir shaw-forgive me-and ardent, as I may fairly presume from your abilities. I some times respectfully wonder that your father does not give scope to your ambitions, and deliver you, with such opportunities as his position warrants, to the world you could not fail to grace"
 "Ah, MT. Saunderson, there is much to wonder at, replied Cuthbert, gently. "Time squares everything, if we have patience for the routine of phases. There is the little baronet crying-who has been bullying him?' with which excuse he left the Englist master.
 l So the day wore away and the evening came, and when the boys had dropped to the | dormitories Cuthbert went to his room t< l prepare his mind and person for the begin ming of a difficulty. He had no acquaint ance with MT. Strangfeld, but knew hin well by sight, of course, as Jenny's father 1 and by hearsay as a mule of a man in preju dice, rancorous as a moslem in his manner o belief, and with those disdains of blood prece dence and fictitious rights which filled tn, pot-houses of the time with eloquence, ant gave strut to the low mans stride. So, a. 8 tactician should who knows that big end are often composed by small provisions l Cuthbert dressed himyelf in his soberes apparel-a well-worn monkey jacket anc dark small clothes-resolved, at least, witl true world cunning, that the hard-eyed Bap tist should find nothing foppish in his dress tt smell rankly to prepare prejudice,
 Then, with his lips twitching to tn strength of his silent arguments, our her, went lightly down the staircase, and softl, passed his fathers study, and out by tn house door.
 He had hoped to get away unseen; but To in front of the garden gate stood Mir Saunderson, smoking pipe and contemplat lively enjoying the strong evening breeze | The twilight was small, and the moon red dening behind the glowing foreland lamp Had Cuthbert chosen to walk on MT Saunderson would not have recognized him l but in his embarrassment he must need stop and speak, whereat the master whippe, his pipe out of his mouth and stared cere moniously.
 "A fresh evening, MT. Saunderson. Pra. continue to smoke"
 "It is, may truly say, my only indul gence," replied MT. Saunderson, giving hi pipe loving shake. "There is less chance o my being observed here by the boys, thai were to light my pipe at the back of tn house. You are going for stroll, sir"
 "Ay; one cannot do without exercise. And with a nod Cuthbert went on his way.
 Mr. Saunderson looked after him earnestly and when the young fellow had vanished Ii the folding shadows, shook his head and be took himself to his pipe again, suckin strongly. minutes walk from Greystone school, steI ping it briskly; but even if the dust, when th curve was compassed, that drove full in hi face had proved no hindrance to Cuthber, the obnoxiousness of his mission, and tn thoughts that it bred tweaking savagely @ his nerves, would account for the frequen drag of his pace.
 He had passed his trysting-place, and ha turned the elbow of the road which laid th town broad under his eye, when the sounds c mems voices came up with the wind, and, i a few moments, he perceived a crowd of pel | ,I,;,,<, hin, Tho rnoou sf0Opi,,