Los Angeles herald., 1908-08-09

In class, ne would never be found out. 4
but nothing happened that afternoon, on
Ine next day, either, and Anderson Minor
zane zane 70 the conclusion that Mr.. Browngerl
must De going to have him punished when
1he next composition day came round. IF
Jack would only give me opportunity of
speaking to him, he thought to himself asI
the days dragged along miserably, 81 would
ask MIN TO help me out of this one morei
scrape, and would promise faithfully to do myI
pest to keep out of any more But he neverI
had change of speaking to his brother alone,
though he did not guess that that brother wasI
carefully avoiding him
At last the fatal day came, and Mr.. Brown
ger entered the class room with the usual,
sheaf of papers in his hand. "a very fair setl
OF essays, taking them altogether" he began +
genlally. Some are bad, some are good, anoA
about Anderson's paper l shall have specia
word or two to say at the end
The unucky boy shrank together and wish-
ed the ground would open and swallow him 1
He did not hear a word that the master said
as he criticised the other papers, and it waSF
only the sound of his own name that recalled /
his scattered senses. Then he braced him
self together, so that one should see how
frightened he was, and waited anxiously fol-
Mr.. Brownger to utter the expected sentenctel
Anderson, | told you | would have no moRs
fooling in class, and this time | must sendI
you up to Mr. Davidson" But instead OIL
any such word, MIR. Brownger began with n
smile: "a
Really, Anderson, | was most interested in
your paper 1t well written, and the
adventure you described was so exciting tina
showed your essay to the editor of tha}
school magazine, and he is going to priniS
parts of it, and that is great honor for 9e
boy in the Third Form" {I7i
Anderson gazed at the master in bewildere
ment, hardly able to believe his ears. Ia
was impossible that Mr. Brownger could hav}yf
let the picture pass unnoticed if it had beel6H
with the essay; and if it was not with the esd
say, where was it? He racked his brain hopezi
lessy for an answer to the question, and the I
so far below the standard of IT, Y
last that Mr.. Brownger was grievously diSf
appointed. VI.
By, the end of the school-day, howeve9r I
Stanley's spirits began to recover, and it w'l "
with his usual cheerful countenance that .. u
greeted his brother in the playground. I'm
Halo, youngster, want to speak to youJ I
said Jack Anderson 81 have something hefe
that belongs to you" All
Have you?" asked Stanley. 3N
"Yesi This!" and to the boys astonish,
ment, his brother handed him the missing II
How did you get it?" he asked IN
The wind blew away Mr.. Browngers pah 4
pers last week as he was crossing the play,
ground | happened to be there and picked 4
them up for him, and, thinking that a cer4l
5ain person would get into trouble if this
particular one, was discovered, l put it into
''You are brick Jack!" said Stanley with
heartfelt earnestness. 81 didn't dare to ask
you to help me, but | can tell you l have had
ust about enough of fooling in class" pll
That's right youngster-and you stick to1 q
t!' said his brother, and passed along, with 4
friendly nod. And though it cannot be said 4
hat Stanley became at once an entirely rel
ormed character, at any rate, he began tc} n
reat his brothers lectures with more respects