Dave Porter and His Rivals

eparture he took a walk with Jessie, to the end of the Wadsworth garden, but what was said between the pair was never known to anybody but themselv

there they met Ben and some of his folks. Then the train came in, and the youths

time!" cried

of yourself, Dav

to write," sup

smile, and then he and Ben waved their caps from the car win

he seat for the run to the Junction, where they would have to change cars

hen the term is over I am equally glad to get home and see the folks. It is like the seasons-at the end of

it, what changes have taken place at Oak Hall since we first went there! Don't you remember what a bully Gus Plum used to be,

t take a leaf from Gus's noteboo

f his ways. But, Dave, what of athletics

ly, Ben. I want to get a

through and l

my life. I want to get out in the

g to become after

t over with father and my uncle, b

ur for the train to Oakdale. Dave suggested that they

e train from the other way came in quarter of an hour ago

ndy store a shout went up from t

ve Porter and

, old man; h

ew suit! It's almost

d striding forward he shook hands w

Joseph Beggs, a round-faced, fat lad. "Heard you bro

n my trunk," answered Dave, ga

another lad, who was well liked because of his sing

m youth, Maurice Hamilton by name. "But speaking of moun

a squeeze that made the story-teller of the school wince. "Shadow, I be

yarn," cried Ben, as

ed Shadow. "But I say," he continued, closing one

Let us have something," he added, hastily, to the clerk b

appé," sang out Buster

ut some ginger in it,"

how can I

ng hug I

en Oak Hal

te'er bef

t up his hands as if pla

queried Shadow, reproachfully. Story-telling was his hobby, and it had

r. "We want to hear about Dave's trip Wes

asniff with Nat Poole, and how the two former youths were going to Rockville Military Academy. As he had anticipated, this created quite a

n have 'em," was Buster Beggs's comment. "I,

be glad they are gone," said

nce Merwell and even Jasniff had exercised over Plum when the yo

keen interest to all he had to tell. When he mentioned the theft of the horses at the ran

Luke Watson. "Dave, you had better be on your guar

ched at last, and the schoolboys piled out of

ve, catching sight of a slender lad wi

pleased voice. He held out his slender hand. "I am delighted

the way, is Horsehair around?" he continu

with Jackson Lemond, commonly called "Horsehair," on the driver's seat. The boys made a rush for

you're loo

Heard you were going to marry

r,-don't drop any of

ready-made family while

s a suffragette, Hors

'll make you mind the children

t washing dishes, and at minding babies he once took

d to no widder, nor nobody else! An' I ain't washin' dishes an' mindin' babies nuther! Such boys!" And with a crac

lessons awaited them, and that, once school opened, discipline would be strict, but just now all were in high sp

we never s

r where

very best

's just

ee cheers, an

this worl

people kn

o here

gily. "Now, then, for the field cry

seb

tba

k

the

om! Bang

y the school colors!" cried

om his seat in front, beside the drive

ng rod will do," answered D

ak the rod," said Shadow.

top. Then the rod was thrust out of a side window of the carry

t fishin' pole!" warned the carryall driver,

high silk hat. The buggy swung forward quickly, directly in line with the fishing rod, and before the boys