The Wrangell sentinel., 1921-10-13
kI 1UST as Tom was swallowing his
 last mouthful (three o'clock in

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 the morning), winding his con- forter round his throat, and tucking the ends into the breast of his coat, the horn sounds. Boots looks in and says: 'Tally-ho, sir,' and they hear the ring and the rattle of the four fast trotters and the town-made drag, as 1t dashes up to the Peacock.
 "'Anything for us, Bob? says the burly guard, dropping down from be- hind and skipping himself across the chest.
 "'Young genl'm'n, Rugby answers a hostler.
 "Tell young gent to look alive says the guard, opening the hind-boot and shooting the parcels in after ex- amining them by the lamps. Here, shove the portmanteau up a-top-I'H fasten him presently. Now, there, sir, jump up behind.'
 "'GoOd-by. father-my love at home.' A last shake of the hand. Up goes Tom, the guard catching his hat-box and holding on with one hand while with the other he claps the horn to his mouth. Foot, toot, toot the hostlers let go their heads, the four bays plunge at the collar and away goes the tally ho into the darkness, 45 seconds from the time they had pulled up."
 So Tom Brown started to begin his school days at Rugby when William " sat upon the throne. Squire Brown had meditated something as follows the night before; "Shall I tell him to mind his work and to make himself good scholar? Well, at any rate not for that mainly. I don't care a straw for Greek par ticles, or the digamma, no more does his mother. What is he sent to school for? Well, partly because he wanted to go. If he'll only turn out brave. helpful, truth-telling Englishman. and a gentleman, and Christian, that's all want" Upon this view of the case he framed his last words to Tom. "And now, Tom, my boy, re- member you are going at your own earnest request. to be chucked into this great school, like a young bear with all your troubles before you earlier than we should have sent you perhaps" (TOm was nine.) "If schools are what they were in my time you'll see great many cruel blackguard things done, and hear a deal of foul bad talk. But never fear. You tell the truth, keep brave and kind heart, and never listen. or say anything you wouldn't have your mother and sis ter hear, and you'll never feel ashamed to come home, or we to see you"
 Toms father was great asset to the boy. For though he belonged to what is called the upper middle class. the opinion which the squire loved to propound above all others was the belief that man is to be valued wholly for that which he Is in himself, for that which stands up. in the four feshly walls of him, apart from clothes, rank, fortune. and all externals what soever. He held further that 1t didn't matter a straw whether his son asso- ciated with lords sons or plOwmen's sons, provided they were brave and uoheSt. So 1oH uuu merry uHu TiSht democratic time with the boys of the village, and learned much that stood him in good stead when he got to Rugby, among other things to value man or boy wholly for what was in him, whether it was Harry Windburn, the quickest and best boy in the par ish, who taught him the turns and holds which later carried him through