News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-05-03

The sweeps meantime came after
their sack and wondered how it could
have burst. However, they tied it up
and swept up the mess and retired,
while Mr. Bedington and the victim of
Jacks latest joke were in the garden.
Turning to the gardener, Mr.. Craw-
cour said: Hold me tight. Don't let
him come near me. / shall do him.
mischief if he does. He has dared to
kick me from his doors-me, the princi-
pal of Pomona House."
'What does he say, Ford" inquired
Mr.. Bedington.
''He says he's a gentleman and his
names Crawcour, sir, and if he gets at
you he'll kill you for kicking of him."
replied the gardener
Can it be possible? Why, yes; the
features are the features of Mr.. Craw-
cour, but the complexion''-
SIS the result of this diabolical out
rage, sirp' interrupted Mr.. CrawcOur.
MY wife is not here 1t was all
trick. l fell over a rope and pitched in
to the SCOT, which was prepared for
me-"
''Not with my knowledge. I hope
you will acquit me of blame. Come to
my dressing room. You shall have
warm bath, and l can lend you some
things to put on. What strange &C.
currence! 1t must have been Jacks
doings."
Not a doubt of it, my dear sir" re,
tod NT,, hi Of
old. He's always up to his tricks"
They walked toward the house, and
when they had passed the window Jack
popped his head out and exclaimed:
Hello, boys! There goes another
guy"
Mr.. Bedington looked in at the draw
ling room door and said in q stern voice:
Jack, l want you upstairs in my dress
ing room presently. Bring up the sher-
Try, will you? 1t is in the chiffonier."
"All right" answered Jack.
In about ten minutes Mr.. Crawcour
Portable, and he was just putting on
some clothes the valet had laid out for
him when Jack and his father came in.
I'VE have brought you some wine,"
said Mr.. Bedington.
"Ah, Wine-Sherry-very goodn' said
the schoolmaster, smacking his lips.
Jack says he knows nothing about
it," continued the boys father. ITS
very odd. The careless fellows must
have laid their sack down thoughtless-
ly, and you had the misfortune to fall
into it. However, try glass of wine"
The principal smiled and took a brim-
ming wineglass rendered him by Jack
and gazed fondly at it as he said:
Life is a ship tossed upon stormy
ocean, You, my young friend-you are
like young bear who has all his trou-
bles to come. Your health, Mr.. Bed
ington."
He drank the wine off at gulp and
turned pale. Then he drew a long
face and put his hand upon the region
of his stomach.
Dear me! What a peculiar taste!
Acrid is the word for it. | should have
said it was vinegar if / had not had
your assurance to the contrary"
smelled it. 1t was vinegar.
Can have made a mistaken" said
Jack in tone of apology. Yes, in
my hurry | must have taken up the
vinegar bottle instead Of that which
contained sherry. / ask the gentle
mans pardon, I'm sure"
$50 away!' cried his father angrily.
Get out Of my sight or upon my word
l shall be tempted to box your ears"
"Oh, OH" calculated Mr.. Crawcour,
twisting about in pain, the vinegar
gripeth me! Truly it is pungent liquid.
I feel as if I was being tied in a double
knot. Verify, l am griped! Oh, ohr
Jack disappeared in a trice, and Mr.
Bedington handed the schoolmaster a
pocket flask of brandy, which he sip
ped, much to his internal comfort
At length they descended to the
drawing room, and Mr.. Crawcour had
recovered his serenity.
Playful boy, come and shake hands
with your old friend" exclaimed the
principal.
Jack did SO.
"Glad to see you, sir" he said.
'That's right and manly. Now l am
going to talk to you. Let bygones be
bygOnes, only admitting that if | erred
on the side Of severity with you there
was much that was aggravating in
your conduct to me. Would you or
would you not like to come back to
your old school? Your father has,
wisely perhaps, left the choice in your
own hands"
Il should have thought you would |
not like the worry of me, sir" said |
Jack.
"That is nothing" answered Mr.. |
Crawcour. "If a good man wishes to
straighten crooked sapling, he minds
not the labor required"
$50 l am crooked sapling, am IY'
thought Jack. 81 wonder what he'll
call me next"
"Now, my dear boy, believe me to be
your sincere friend"
"That's like the end of a letter."
Jack interrupted. 81 know what You
want to say, sir-wlll l come back to
you or not?"
Eyes"
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