Omaha daily bee., 1902-03-02

laborer is more worthy Of his hire than the
assistant schoolmaster-'
YES" smiled John, 'in Mr.. Henry Col
stoun's school-where the rector does all
the work and lets other people get all the
credit. But you see my brother has come
home. and I owe something to him. even
though my father does not care how I
come and CO."
well. we'll, we shall see,'' said the rec
tor. Must you go? Well, lunch time Is
near. Look around the school a bit while
l finish this Livy, and then join us. John
Arthur. begin to construe at st~areadanono-
ram"
In the most casual manner John lounged
into the fourth and NTH class rooms, the
latter containing the children most re-
Gently promoted from the infant depart
ment. A hobbledehoy from the first class
overgrown and bashful, was acting as in
term master. But the wads OF paper
stuck on the blaekb0ards like plums In a
pudding, the rattling Of falling states. the
squeals and "ouches!" the constant tramp
ing scufie of feet and other indications OF
lax authority met Johns ear and eye as he
opened the door.
The young s~ehoolboy usher-'pupil
teacher" as he was just beginning to be
called-came forward sheepishly enough.
Hello, Martin Fraser, what do you
mean by adding a eubit to your stature In
this wayG' cried John. delighted to see the
one who had been in the school when he
himself was there. why, you were only
IN the fourth class yourself when ! left.
Now, behold, you are teaching III"
The boy, secretly elated, muttered his
pleasure. but stood awkwardly enough
looking down.
So Il was John who had to find the next
subject of conversation.
well, Martin, he said, genially, per
haps I am coming tomorrow to give you a
hand for an hour or two. How will you
like THAR"
The boys face, sorely tried with noise
and paper wads. lighted up momentarily,
but at some second thought clouded over
again Immediately.
81 shall be very glad. Mister-Mister-'
he stammered stif1y.
Better say John Glendonwyn,' as you
used to do quoth the Bachelor in Arts
kindly.
'what aIls the fellow?" thought Johr
as he strolled wi when l was here
Martin Fraser used to be such a bright lit
tile vagabond, out OF one scrape int
another all day long. What can have hap
pened to him? Responsibilities Of once.
suppose"
But what Martin Fraser said to hlmsel
after John had taken himself on like thii
is fitted to cast some light on the question
ooh. you need not pretend, Mr.. Johi
Glendonwyn,' he muttered. II see wha
you come here for. II the doctor doe
not. so kind to teach school in you
holidays'-Friendship for our old hesd
master!' All lies and stun. Mister Johi
Glendonwynl It's to be near little Fairll
Glendinning. our cousin, whom we don
recognize, hat we bring our blue suit an
blue tie and blue cap over here, all tn
way from Castle Cover. where we have
butler and horses and fine things. oh. 1t 1
so thoughtful and kind Of Us. so unpre
-tending--going to be a minister and MARI
Miss Veronica. But for the present "
mean 10 make love to little Fairlie, who
an angel. and not At 20 be spoken to By
whole pack OF such heartless wretehesl"
From which secret outburst Of the hear
whether or not the subject matter con
s~titutcs a true bill against Mr.. John Glen
donwyn. It Is easy TO diagnose the com
plant with which Martin Fraser wa
suffering.
But to follow the hero, whose hea
through three chapters has been bent I
the blast Of rspFOOf and lack Of Apprsei