Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1897-12-02

IT, one would think! Get in and come
home to your mamma said the cler-
gyman, who, with his two companions,
endeavored to force the fish boy into
the carriage. But the latter stoutly re-
sisted. saying:
Il won't, I tell you! Leave me this
minute! This a free country. l wish
was back in old England"
Master Greville-'
I'm no Master Greville, 1 keep tell
ing you, nor Master Anybody else!'
IF you have no respect for yourself.
think of your mother!''
I've no mother. l tell you! Let me
go. | say! I'll take the law of you all
I'LL cried the lad, violently resist
Ing all endeavors to force him into the
carriage
Here the gathering crowd closed
newsboy, arose, eXclaiming:
"Oh. l say. fellows! Here's a young
gent on a lark, been and broke school,
and been play acting at carrying out
of oysters for Old Carnes at Water
side. l seen him there! Hooray for
him.
"Hooray for him! Go it. governors.
go it, oysterman!" echoed the crowd of
boys, as the old clergyman and the lad
struggled together-the one to gain his
freedom. the other to force his captive
into the carriage. Other policemen
gathered to the scene of combat, for
such it now really became.
Officers, my name is Dornton: am
the principal of the Bancroft Collegiate
School for young gentlemen. This boy
is one of my pupils. Master Fulke Gre
Vile. the step-Son of Mrs. Greville of
Madison Square. Of whom you have all
heard. lie ran away from school 4
few weeks ago. and has been since that
time apparently masquerading as oys-
ter carrier l claim your assistance to
restore him to his mother" said the
clergyman, desisting in his efforts to
control the athletic lad.
Come. young gentleman. you had
better go quietly with your friends.
What can q young gent like you see in
the oyster line of business. to forsake
all else and follow it!'' said a jocose
policeman taking hold of the boys
arm and urging him toward the car
rage door.
Leave me be. I say! You are all
mad together. believe! 1 am no Mas
ter Greville! I've no mamma! new
er saw the Rev. Mr.. Dornton in my
life before! 1 never even heard of the
Colleciato School for young gentlemen.
nor Madison Square. either! Leave
me be, or Ill black some of your eyes!'
cried the boy. lighting like hero.
Go it, governor! Go it, youngster!"
cried the amazed crowd.
III back the governor for half Il
dollar" said one.
And I the boy for the same sum-"
answered another
A ring was quickly formed around
the group.
But in the midst of it all the boy was
overmastered and forced into the car
riage.. followed by the three elderly
gentlemen. The policemen opened the
crowd. and the order was given for the
carriage to be driven to No. -, Mad
ison Square.
How could you have given us so
much trouble. Master Greville?" in
quired the old clergyman, as soon as
the door was fastened securely and the
wheels were in motion.
But the boy did not answer. He
sunk back in his seat, stuck out his
upper lip, kicked his heels against the
boards, and remained in sullen, Of
Tended silence.
Il ask YOU, sir, why is it that you
have given us so much trouble?" again
inquired his mentor.
What's the use of my answering of
you anything? What's the use of my
talking to lunatics? for you are all
luny together! And your perlice amt
worth a ha'penny! to let harmless
lad be TUX up and hauled off in this
way. and all for nothink," sulkily an
swered the boy.
You will see who is mad and who is
sane presently, sir; nor can you hope
to deceive us by your assumption of
vulgar slang" said Mr.. Dornton.
well, if you are not mad you are
worse! If you've TUX me up, knowing
of what you're a-doing of, so much the
worse for you! It's q case of kidnap-
ping. SO it is! And you mean to black
my face, and crimp my hair, and make
a negro slave of me, perhaps, because
am poor, friendless lad. with no
one to look after me! But I'm a free
born British subject. for all that! and
I'll lay my case before the British con-
sui, so will! Mind! I've warned
you!'
Lord bless my soul. how he keeps it
up! A good actor has been lost to the
world by this boys being born to a for
lui1C' oAS NOulu really tlllllk lie Uc-
une! One would really think he be-
lieved what he said!' observed the pro-
fessor.
"Oh, yes! he has genius! He was
noted At school for being the best actor
in the 1'hespian corps" remarked the
schoolmaster.
And the most highly gifted boys are
too often, alas! the most hopelessly
reprobate" commented the clergyman.
with a sigh.
The subject of this conversat ton
looked from one to the other of the
speakers in utter bewilderment, think
ing to himself: "My eye! if these old
gents don't talk as If they meant it!
Well! eithe: they are mad, or l be
dreaming of the 4uccrest dream ever
was" but instead of speaking out
these words ne :elapsed into sullen ST.
lence. until the carriage drew up be-
fore one of the lofty mansions of Mad
ison Square.
CHAPTER III.
Tt was a fine. douDle-fronted. four
stored brown-stone building, with rows
of plate-glass windows, wrought-iron
balconies, and all other external signs
of wealth. taste and refinement. The
gaSlight over the tranSOm above the