Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-09-22
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 wound in his head. from which the blood flowed freely.
 You could have heard pin drop an1 time during the next 15 minutes, th| silence was so deep after Mir. Whylanj had been carried to his room. Finall ! Mrs. Arnold returned. She looked wol ried, and the sight of her face made ti culprits feel very uncomfortable.
 Boys" she said, what docs it q mean? Do you know what you hay done: The doctor thinks Mir. WhylanI will net recover from the blow giyej him by that inkstand- do not ask whI threw it, but do you realize what hal been done?''
 Mother Arnold" said Harry, break ing the silence, tits my fault. I sug gested putting the gas out. I'll take th' blame'
 But I did it." said Taffy, two great tears rolling down his cheeks, ''and suggested erasers and spitballs.
 ''I threw three rubbers and book, ' owned Jack.
 And I some beans,' said another. "Will he die, Mother Arnold?"
 ''It is a serious injury" said Mrs Arnold, ''but we will hope for the best For present punishment you will bt closely confined to the house for q week and the doctor will see you later"
 "We don't mind that, :" said Harry choking over his words. Eff only h, doesn't die.''
 There was very little sleeping don, that night at the academy, especially b' the third form boys. Only one or twI had gone SO far as to prepare for bed) The others stood around in awcd all, silent groups.
 After the consultation tho doctoIj pronounced MT. Whyland to be suffei ing from d severe attack of brain feve3 Never were boys so frightened at whSI they had done or so repentant NJ Whyland's mother was telegraphed fol and late ill the afternoon she arrived accompanied by Bessie, one of hj daughters. Of his five sisters, Bessi was her brothers favorite, and the boz didn't wonder, for a lovelier young lai they never had seen. As soon as she q rived the whole school fell in love wit her and would do anything tir.tT -shI wished. The third form boys naturall, felt a trifie shy after what they hat done, but she made friends with one ant all
 Lessons were quite neglected in tn week that followed, and the boys weru quiet as mice. Harry and Taffy mad, their confession to the young tutor mother, but where they expected to b. blamed they were forgiven. After tedi ous waiting Mir. Whyland began to re cover. He would not let Dr. Arnold ex pei the boys: said he himself was q fault to make enemies and not friend of the boys. The boys were untiring il their efforts to run errands and do ev erything for him.
 One day, when her son was nearl, well, Mrs. Whyland went to the thirC form classroom with Mrs. Arnold ant made little speech to the boys
 ''I want to tell you, boys, said she ''how Richard. my only son, was brough up. His father was n naval officer ant was away part of every year before h. died, and so left mo to manage the boy Richard never went to school, as yol boys do, but taught him at home witt his five sisters. He associated only witl women until he went to college, so vol can easily see why he didn't know hoy to manage or teach boys. He says tha when he rccovcrs he is going to know you better and is sure that he will lik you and be able to make you under stand His physician allows him to z, out for the first time tomorrow, and II, wants to sec you. v
 Then the boys understood. No wOndc poor NIr Whyland did not know how t manage them. He had been brought III ! with his sisters, whom, if they were al like Bessie, must be very nice indeed and he had been supporting them b. teaching.
 The next day was a holiday in homo of the young tutors recovery. Toward noon he appeared on the step leading to the playground, supported b his mother and Bessie. He was greete' with shouts of applause, and the thir, form boys had humbly begged his for givcness. He made little speech, say l ing that he trusted he should manag them better in the future, and he hope they would always be the best of friends
 And, boys," he added, with twin kling eyes, II have learned something new about gas, and since I have recov cred I am glad that you did settle me-"
 ''Thrce cheers for Professor Whylan and Miss Bcssicr' cried Harry, and tn hurrahs could be heard for miles. - Katherine N. Birdsall in Philadclphi Press.