Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-11-27
FAUNTLER0Y'S RISE.
The Little Lord of Fiction as He Ap.
pears at High School.
NO MORE OF THE LONG CURLS.
And the Lad Is Decidedly Popular With Els
Young Companions.
IN MANY RESPECTS STILL 4 MODEL
WRITTEN FOR THE DIsPArcH.i

WRITTEN FOR THE pIsPArCH.i
It is only few years since the appear
ance of 'Little Lord Fauntleroy," and yet,
wherever boys and girls read, he is known
and loved, and, with his sweet sister,
"Sarah Crewe," is the delight alike of
young and old.
To the many to whom these two great
children's classics have become household
stories, it may be interesting to form the
acquaintance of the original 'little lord"
as he now appears, high-school boy. He
is not at all reserved, and you need not fear
he will repel your advances. You will find
him, too, SO modest that if you did not
know you would never learn by any utter
ance of his own his identity. He does not
like to acknowledge that he is the original
"Fauntleroy," because he thinks it seems
like arrogating to himself all the beautiful
traits of the character, and yet, as your ac-
quaintance with him deepens, you find that
he is possessed of many of those same traits,
the same innate manliness, quaint in Its
frankness
He is universal favorite, for, as one of
his young friends expresses it, "He is so
chummy;" and yet, for all his popularity
let me whisper it quietly-he is not spoiled.
No boy could be more unassuming or more
deferential to his superiors.
An End to the Cur1s.
OF course the flowing curls with which
you have always pictured him have long
since disappeared from the well-formed
head, and the hair itself, although once
golden, is now quite dark; but his eyes are
still the same-large, brown and express
ciu nrin TO ba o}ota PC af he
press at the time of the sickness and recent
sad death of his loved and only brother,
Lionel, the impression seems to prevail that
the original Of the character is no longer
living; but it Is all a mistake. just III how
far Vivian is the original, and how it is that
the world is indebted to him that the in
comparable story was written at all, shall
tell a little further along; meanwhile some
characteristics of his school life.
In study hall he is himself study. As
his face bends over his work you are In
voluntarily reminded of the earnest boy
who used to lie on the hearth rug in "Mrs
Errops" little parlor reading aloud to his
mamma. He has most likely selected some
corner nook, and there, buried in his book
or busy with his writing, he remains un-
noting and unnoticed until the hour has ex-
pired. 1t is interesting to watch him write.
He is possibly preparing an essay in his
English work, the branch in which he
specially delights. Watch his chubby hand
good, boyish hand, with the genuine soil
and stain upon it-as it glides over the
tablet before him; line after line, page after
page; consulting now and then the book on
his desk for fact, he scarcely pauses to
look up until the whirr of the electric bell
announces the signal for the sections to
form.
Sorrow for His Brother.
The relations of the two brothers were
most beautiful, and the loss of the one is to
the other q lifelong sorrow. One sad SEN
ten""' lis opresses it: "We had expected
ii 01g me, but ca mot get used to
It; " e.e always together"
OF til pretty picture The little fellows
used to make in thelt long curls and
Fauntleroy costume, asEhey played as chill
dren before the home Oh Dr. and Mrs Bur-
nett, more than one resident of Washington |
can speak. Either IF them might have
been veritable "Little Lord Fauntleroy" !
stepped from out ope of those pictures so |
familiar to us all. The costume they wore
when later they welt to school sometimes
proved q source of grief to them, for the
street urchins wouH pull at their dress and !
in ether Ways fannoy them; but the
brothers, small q they wsrA always