News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-05-10
JACK
HARkAWAYS
SCHOOLDAYS
BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.

Thank you kindly. Make no Cere-
mony on my account, l beg. Another
glass of wine would be grateful and
comforting and correct passing spasm
arising from the vinegar-if | may
make so bold as to suggest it." said
the principal.
Certainly, and to make sure you
have the right stuff | will attend to
you myself" answered Mr.. Bedington,
adding, "Jack, see to the pie, will yOu?'
Jack went out.
Mr.. Bedington poured out some wine,
asking his visitor to come to the side
board to taste it. Mr.. Crawcour made
an effort to rise from his chair. but
somehow could not succeed in doing so.
1t was heavy oak chair, and, look
ing round with puzzled expression. he
said: There is some species of connec-
ton between this chair and myself. I
adhere to it. Is there anything pecul-
lar in these trousers you were good
enough to lend me in place of my own"
Mr.. BedingtOn walked over to the
frCm the chair, but he could not
"Why, you are stuck he said.
The principal put his hands on the
chair and jerked himself up once or
twice. There was the sound c" tear.
another jerk, and he was free, but he
had left the seat of his trousers behind
him.
Dear me-" he said. 81 am liberated,
but my neither garments have suffered
some damage. This hard and sticky
substance would appear to be cobblers
wax, judiciously mixed with bird
lime"
Jack again." cried that worthys IA
ther.
$50 I apprehend. But no matter. A
time will come"
you must run upstairs again." said
Mr.. Bedington. "You can't go about
like that"
Besides, am subject to rheumatism,
and the cold air is trying to the limbs, -
answered Mr.. Crawcour.
Bother that boy" exclaimed his IA
Their, leading the way to his dressing
room, closely followed by the principal,
who held his coattails tightly pressed
against his legs.
When they returned, they found Jack
had caused the pigeon pie to be brought
up on tray.
Fall to. sir; make yourself at home.
This is Liberty hall, and | fancy l can
promise that you will find you have a
good pie before you. 1t has not been
cut yet, and shot the pigeons myself"
said Mr.. Bedington.
The principal cut into the pie. He
put the crust on his plate and dived
into the recesses of the pie for pigeon,
succeeding in bringing a dark looking
object to light.
you will excuse me for finding fault,
but there is something remarkable
about the appearance of this-this-l
know not how to name it."
He touched with his fork something
with a shining, furry skin.
Hang it all, this is too bad" eX-
claimed Mr.. Bedington. "The young
rascal has taken out the pigeons and
put in dead rat! Ny dear sir, accept
my apologies for the young sayage's
behavior. l deeply regret it, believe
me. Try some cold meat"
"Thank you, on consideration, no.
have no further appetite. l could not
i11p I wifi IN
SCOT, kicked, afflicted with most cruel
gripes, and l am about to eat dead
rat when my instinct fortunately saves
me from the shocking ordeal. My dear
sir, we must part. 1t is time should
go. When | sit down, l do so in fear
and trembling lest should again leave
behind me the seat of my trousers My
compliments to your good wife. will
say farewell"
Il am deeply grieved, but l cannot
help it. Another time hope your visit
will be more agreeable"
Il trust so. In this weary world we
live in hope"
Mr.. Crawcour ordered his trap and
SOOu dLltl Nulu uIONc AWAY.
AS he passed seat near the lawn he
saw Jack and Emily, with a plate of
pigeon pie before them, which they
were evidently enjoying. Jack bowed
and held up bone.
Mr.. Crawcour groaned and drove
home, but he did not attempt to eat
anything that day. The cold rat had
given him a turn he could not get over.
The fact was, Jack had lifted up the
covering, taken out the contents, put
in a couple of rats he found in trap
and replaced the covering.
Jack thought he had had a pretty
good inning and was satisfied. He had
now paid the principal off for claiming
him up, and he felt happy. Mr.. Bed
ington, however, was far from being
contented. His son displayed qualities
which seemed to unfit him for the or
binary business of everyday life.
He sent for him, intending to speak
to him seriously, and when Jack came
into the library he said: "Sit down,
Jack. You and l must have a quiet
chat together. fear you are frivo'
lous and inclined to go wrong. l am
not going to mince matters with you.
What do you think of doing when you
grow up?"
81 should like to go to sea-"
"And that is just what / should no
like you to do. You are too old for tn,