Los Angeles herald., 1908-08-09

TOOK here, Stanley, you must stop this
IL larking in class, said Anderson Ma
jor, head project of Canbury Gram
mar School, to his small younger
brother, who had only been sent to school at
the beginning of the term.
The father of the boys had been quartered
in a cool army station for some years, and
consequently Stanley had been able to remain
with his parents longer than is usual. Mr..
Anderson had given him very good ground
ing in learning, but his elder brother was
now reaping the benefit of his having been
allowed to have too much of his own way,
both by his parents and by the native serv-
ants. He gloried in the number of rules he
managed to break or evade, and kept his
brother in constant state of worry and
annoyance. So far Anderson Major had man
aged to save him from many of the punish
ments he had deserved; but only that morn
ing Mr.. Davidson, the head master, had said
to him, with meaning smile, When are you
going to let your duckling take to the water,
AndersonY
"He's so dreadfully nervous and excitable,
sir" answered the prefect,, apologetically. "a
Gaming would half kill him, though he
wouldn't show it."
lightly the first time,' was the head masters
reply. ut isn't good for duckling to sit
under the hens wing too long" and he pass
ed on with friendly nod.
1t was as the result of this advice that An
derson was attempting for the twentieth time
to make some sort of an impression on his
brother; but he finished his lecture as he had
never finished one before: $50 you see, Stan
ley, it would be quite useless to come to me
in the future. l am not going to help you
out of any more scrapes, so l advise you not
to get into them"
"All right, Sahibv" answered the irrepres-
sible boy, with low salaam, as, hearing the
school bell he ran off to the Third Form class
room.
'"The composition to be written today is to
be entitled An Adventure in a Motor Car
and the adventure may be either real or imag-
mary" gave out Mr.. Brownger, the master Of
the Third Form, and the boys in front of
him settled down with one accord to their
afternoons work. Even Anderson Minor, who
had plenty of brains, gave himself up with en-
thusiasm to the task of describing a motor
ride through an Indian jungle which he and
his father had once taken with the colonel of
the regiment, on which occasion they had sent
an astonished and startled tiger fleeing for its
life. He wrote so quickly that his essay was
finished a quarter Of an hour too soon, and
the spirit OF mischief took possession of
him again. Mr.. Brownger was peering at his
class short-sightedly over his spectacfes, and
in a minute Stanley had dashed off carica-
ture Of him in motor coat, with huge Cog
giles, and had begun to write a poem beneath
it. He had written as far as
"Brownger bought motor-car
And had it painted yellow;
In goggles and black fur coat
He was a handsome fellow
when the classroom door opened, and mes.
sage came from the matron that "Dr. Mere
.dith wishes to see Anderson"
Stanley crammed his papers together and
jumped up hurriedly, hoping to be back in
time to finish his verses before the next les
son. He was a delicate boy, and the doctor
usually looked him over about once week