Love and Mr. Lewisham

f Saturday carried him through Sunday, and he made it up with the neglected Schema by assuring it that She was his Inspiration, and that he would work for Her a thousand times better than he

urch for either service. He s

self there was nothing to apprehend. Day boys were whispering in the morning apparently about him, and Frob

tion and audible to Senior-assistant Dunkerley through the closed study door. Then Lew

the news that came the next morning over t

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, and opened his first exercise b

Dunkerley, having none, inclined to be particular. Therewith Dunkerley lapsed into a sympathetic and busy rustling over his

ticking his way down the page. "Which (tick, tick)

is scandalising hole. You're lucky. It's always acting down here. Running on parents and guardians round every corner. That's what I object to

k those

ents. The Patent Square Top Bottle!

have a shot at Lond

ents. He proceeded to give a list of these necessary helpers of the assistant master at the gangway--Orellana, Gabbitas, The Lancaster Gate Agency, and the rest of them. He knew them all

teachers in England, the Science and Art Department is wont to offer free instruction at its great central school and a guinea a week to select young pedagogues who will bind themselves to teach science after

d enlarged upon his discipline and educational methods. At the end was a long and decorative schedule of his certificates and distinctions, beginning with a good-conduct prize at the age of eight

enue, came back blottesquely indorsed: "Below Pass Standard." This last experience was so unprecedented and annoyed him so much that for a space he contemplated retorting with a sarcastic letter to the tuto

is glasses--he had forgotten to bring them with him--and her secret fear o

quite clearly, the practical issue of this first struggle with all those mysterious and powerful influences the spring-time sets a-stirring. His dream of success and fame had been very real and dear to

ions, and began pacing up and down the room. "What a f

n a girl's face that adorned the end of his room, the visible witness of

oo

t at the destruction he had made, and then went back to the re

ny reply to those reiterated letters of application, the writing of which now ousted Horace and the higher mathematics (Lewisham's term

and was for the first page at least in a handwriting far above even his usual high stan

rted upon with complacent Indignation--if the phrase may be allowed--by the ladies of the place. Pretty looks were too often a snare. One boy--his ear was warmed therefor--once called aloud "Ethel," as Lewisham went by. The curate, a curate of the pale-faced, large-knuckle

und it exhilarating, and several times he professed himself to Dunkerley not a little of

hysiology, physiography, inorganic chemistry, and building construction, to his youth and strength and energy. At first he had imagined headmasters clutching at the chance of him, and presently he found himself clutching eagerly at them. He began to put a certain urgency into his applications for vacant posts, an urgency that helped him not at all. The applications grew longer and longer until they ran to four sheets of note

-to no purpose. And May was halfway through, and

ote simply, and it seemed to him the most sweet and wonderful of all possible modes of address, though as a matter

dear,"--the "dear" had been erased and rewritten--"and I must write and tell you so, and of that nice walk we had, if I never write again. I am very busy now. My work is rather difficult and I am afraid I am a little stupid. It is hard to be interested in anything just because that is how you have to live, is it not? I daresay you sometimes feel the same of school. But I suppose everybody is doing things they don't like. I don't

ended quite abruptly, "Good-bye, dear. Good-bye, dear,"

ry. So he laughed instead and read it again, and went to and fro in his little room with his eyes bright and that precious writing held in his hand. T

again," and that abrupt ending?

In a little time its c

do not find people in Clapham as you do in Whortley. He spent an afternoon writing and re-writing a lengthy letter, against the day when her address should come. If it

lf up to the pitch of talking as if she were

him, a trifle archly, after his sister, and he promised to bring her again some day. "I'll certainly bring her," he said. Talking to the little old lady somehow

d perplexed Mrs. Munday, an inscription at once m

zp

ettering and evidently

she seen

and the time-table and the Schema. Once indeed it was taken down, but the day after it reappeared. Later

l other suitable papers--the Schema and the time-table were its next-door neighbours--to line the bottom of t