The Story of Sugar

ack at Colversham greeting the boys and vainly ende

ntieth time from his Latin lesson and gazing out into the sunny campus. "Studying is bad enough at best, but when the trout bro

chair. "You'll get back into the harness, though, in a day or two; you k

tied up like a pup on a leash. It seems as if I'd just have to get out an

I want to?" Bob retorted. "What

one big grind for me to study. The minute spring comes it seems as if I never could translate another line of Cicero as long as I lived, and I

century," was the laconic answer. "But speaking of ball, what wouldn't you give to s

an. "Since I got back here I've been all mixed up on date

no

sit

'd give something to be there. You don't supp

ke this school faculty for-an entertainment committee? You s

uldn't

y. "As for you, you can afford to miss them even less than I can-you know that. Put it out of

hly harm in ta

st keeps you

u mention it for

sh to goodness I ha

ions I repeat I'd give a fiv

broken in and driven every blooming idea out of my head. Now quit it. You better pitch into your

chair around and proceeded t

ing in the school campus. He was far away from Colversham and its round of duties. In imagination he moved with a gay, eager crowd through the gateway leading into the great city ball ground. He could hear the

ld be at that

as within trolley d

r a little wall-scaling comp

who would b

etting off so nobody, n

ld be persuaded

e spoke in that horribly positive tone. You

his eyes and his Latin lesson swayed that alluring throng of pleasure seekers. Impatiently he tried to banish them, but stern as was his attempt their laughter still sounded in his ears. Against his will he was back at the ball game, and this time he was on his feet shou

e with it that when, an hour later, Bob pushed aside his papers and offered to help him with the lesson he was able to greet h

knew of your doing. The middle of it is a little queer, but

ro or any other Latin worthy I'd go drown myself!" Van cried, startled at the mere t

ouble with you is that you always study with one eye out the window. If you'd only get down to your j

duff right in on all fours. I acknowledge it. But it i

y; but underneath all his fun and banter the question constantly arose in his inner consciousness:

taken to the infirmary with a sore throat, which, although slight, isolated him fro

was enti

ulated h

o meet the car line where it forked into the main road. Many another boy had done the same and not been caught; why not he? It was, to be sure, aga

he field skirting the golf course and then with one sudden plunge was behind the gymnasium and running like a deer for the thicket that separated Colversham from th

small boy who was jogging on ahead, a dinner pail upon his arm. He was a slender little fellow of six or seven years who whistled shrilly as he went and kicked up clouds of dust with his bare feet. As Van

hind him broke in

of its path when on it shot, bearing down on the unconscious boy ahead. The little chap was walking in the middle of the road and whistling so loudly that no hint of the oncoming danger reached him. The man in the mot

d Van call

est was

d forward, a speck in the su

arted to the child's

an ugly gash in his foreh

: NO HORN HAD

fted him in his arms and retracing his steps ran with him down the roa

kly to a physician who was passing through the hall. Together they took the little boy from Van's a

n related

rison is too good for them!

inite tenderness over the t

t, sir?" questi

come to his senses, poor little chap! Here, Jackson, rin

s anxious to hear of the lad's condition

into the corridor on the second floor, a tall ma

and, the princip

asked, advancing

edly explained t

k Road, you say? Well, well! Poor

gment, Blake, and it was a mighty fortunate thing th

ipal. "You were on the Claybrook Road, Blake? An

eart Van suddenl

r plight had crossed his mind. Now the reality o

measured tone, "what were you doing on