Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-11-05

silence was so deep after Mr.. Whyland
had been carried to his room. Finally
Mrs. Arnold returned She looked wor-
ried, and the sight of her face made the
culprits feel very uncomfortable.
Boys" she said, "what does it all
mean? Do you know what you have
done? The doctor thinks Mr.. Whyland
will not recover from the blow given
him by that inkstand. do not ask who
threw it, but do you realize what has
been done?'
"Mother Arnold" said Harry, break
ing the silence, Its my fault I sug-
gested putting the gas out. I'll take the
blame.'
"But did it," said Taffy, two great
tears rolling down his cheeks, land !
suggested erasers and spitballs.
II threw three rubbers aud book"
owned Jack.
"And I some BEANS" said another
"Will he die, Mother Arnold?"
1T is a serious injury" said Mrs
Arnold, "but we will hope for the best
For present punishment you will be
closely confined to the house for week,
and the doctor will see you later"
"We don't mind that" said Harry,
choking over his words, ''if only he
doesn't die. j"
There was very little sleeping done
that night at the academy, especially by
the third form boys. Only one or two
had gone so far as to prepare for bed.
The others stood around in awed and
silent groups.
After the consultation the doctors
pronounced Mr.. Whyland to be suffer
ing from severe attack Of brain fever.
Never were boys so frightened at what
they had done or SO repentant. Mr..
Whyland's mother was telegraphed for,
and late in the afternoon she arrived,
accompanied by Bessie, one of her
daughters. OF his five sisters, Bessie
was her brothers. favorite, and the boys
didn't wonder, for lovelier young lady
they never had seen. AS soon as she ar
rived the whole school fell in love with
her and would do anything that she
wished. The third form boys naturally
felt trifle shy after what they had
done, but she made friends with one and
all.
Lessons were quite neglected in the
week that followed, and the boys were
quiet as mice. Harry and Taffy made
their confession to the young tutors
mother, but where they expected to be
blamed they were forgiven. After tedi-
GUS waiting Mr.. Whyland began to re-
cover. He would not let DR.. Arnold ex-
pei the boys; said he himself was at
fault to make enemies and not friends
Of the boys. The boys were untiring in
their efforts to run errands and do ev-
erything for him.
One day, when her son was nearly
we'll, Mrs. Whyland went to the third
form classroom with Mrs. Arnold and
made little speech to the boys.
II want to tell you, boys, +" said she,
chow Richard, my only son, was brought
up. His father was a naval officer and
was away part Of every year before he
died, and so left me to manage the boy.
Richard never went to school, as you
boys do, but taught him at home with
his five sisters. He associated only with
women until he went to college, SO you
can easily see why he didn't know how
to manage or teach boys. He says that
when he RECEIVERS he is going to know
you better and is sure that he will like
you and be able to make you under
stand. His physician allows him to go
out for the first time tomorrow, and he
wants to see you. "
Then the boys understood. No wonder
poor Mr.. Whyland did not know how to
manage them. He had been brought up
with his sisters, whom, if they were all
like Bessie, must be very nice indeed,
and he had been supporting them by
teaching.
The next day was holiday in honor
Of the young tutors recovery.
Toward noon he appeared on the steps
leading to the playground, supported by
his mother and Bessie. He was greeted
with shouts Of applause, and the third
form boys had humbly begged his for
giveness. He made little speech, say
ing that he trusted he should manage
them better in the future, and he hoped
they would always be the best Of friends
"And, boys" he added, with twin.
king eyes, ~ have learned something
new about gas, and since I have recov-
cred I am glad that you did settle
Inc.
''Three cheers for Professor Whyland
and Miss B ,ssiel' cried Harry, and the
hurrahs could be heard for miles. -
Katherine N. Birdsall in Philadelphia
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