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5y JAMES WEBER LINN.

a ~. End a girl.aeach about seven
teen Years old, stood outside the
main entrance Of the Fairport High
Schccs. A tail, rather severe-lookine
young nan emerged, blinked at them
nom msnt through his glasses, then
nodded courteously as he passed.
Good evening, Mr.. wilson, said
the girl; but the boy, his young face
hardening. did not acknowledge the
i teachers salutation.
'.Beast!.is he muttered, when the
othes had passed on.
- Why, Will, what's the matter?'
@He.s thrown me off the baseball
team. Kitty; that's ALL The voice
was bitter.
"He. hasn't!
'.He has, though
aWhat fo.:.''' s
.I'm below grade, he says. It's
simple meanness. I hate geology,
and he knows it-that's all. I've
been late three or four times, and
every time he has called on me before
I got there, and marked me zero when
4 didn't answer. Tner, of course,
I've; missed two field trips-his own
fault FOR. setting them on days when
the team had a big game.
And you can't pitch week from
Saturday against WaFeham:"
Traloa- shook his head. eff he'd
give me 2 special examination could
pass it. But he won't. Says I've
had as muen, chance as anybody, and
my being an athlete, as ne calls it,
is no reason for giving me special
favors. He's simply dirt-mean, Kitty,
that's ALL"
.Kittr, troubled, protested: - You
know how nard he has worked to
make geology interesting the last
two years, Will, and how much time
he's given to field trips, and how the
classes have enjoyed them. Last year
we had a splendid time. / liked
geology better than anything else.
But i don't understand now"
Il tell ycu," repeated Will, with
pessimistic sincerity, "he hates me
because ] don't like. it; because I
don't carea cent about his confound-
ed old rocks.
-Eut If you cant PITCH began
Kitty.
Latham must do it.n
1Then we shall lose" Kitty's
voice was tragic
-Sheuldn't wonder. Something
Of the girls sympathy, however,
reaeaed the boys: angry heart.
Never mind, Kitty; I'll bear up, /
guess, and SO will the team. Only
Treloar's eyes grew dark again-"I
mean to get even with old Wilson
somehow"
/ There was plenty OF discussion and
plenty of disapproYal in the high
school over Str.. Wilson's. action.
Treloar was not only by far the best
pitcher in the baseball squad; he was
also one OF the most popular boys in
school. He had never before failed
In his.work, and the belief was gem
eral that he Should be given another
chance. But Mr.. w ilson, no. long out
of college. and not vet the oppor-
tunist which most teachers sooner or
later are driven to become, stead
fastIy refused to give Treloar spe-
eial examination. He taught phys:cs
also, but geology was his hobby, and
Treloar's OBVIOUS and outspiken dis
like of the work he toiled so hard and
$50 enthusiastically to popularize had
not endeared the BOY to Wilson. So
much was true. On the other hand,
In conditioning Treloar, Wilson had
,been absolutely Just; in fact, he was
Incapable of injustice. He had still
to learn, however, the wisdom Of
mercy.
Z On the Friday following Treloar's
talk With Kitty Burton. Mr.. Wilson
exhibited to the class in geology what
he called "a contour map" 1t was
clay modelling, Il relief, of an inter
esting section of the neighborhood of
Fairport to the south. 1t showed
ravines, mounds, slopes, water
courses and watersheds, ana by cross
sectioning indicated the underlying
strata.
aThis.n ne explained, "was made
by one of my students last year. 1t is
very good; good enough to be pre-
served as model. I shall expect
each member of the class, as a part
of the final examination, to prepare a
similar map" There was a groan
from the class. Wilson, WIZ a slight
smile, continued: at is not expected
that your performances equal this
one; lbut'I shall keep it before you,
that you may have the opportunity
of studying it,"
That afternoon, about half-past
four, VIII Treloar returned to the
science wing" as it was called, of
the hign school building. He wished
to see Mr.. Wilson. The Wareham
game, hardly a week OF, was lost IN
less ne could play; and he meant to
make last appeal for special exam
ination, although he had no nope of
its being granted. He entered the
physics room, but it was empty;
passed on to the room reserved for
geology, and found that empty also.
"Mr. IHilson," he called. 20 Mr..
Wilson!" His voice ecnoed back to
him from the specimen-lined walls.
but there was no other answer.
Somehow he felt additionally ag-
grieved by Wilson'S absence. He