'As Gold in the Furnace'

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Cuthbert's, and the many curious cross-purposes of which he may be said to have been the victim, we shal

ds' influence he had gradually lost much of his bashfulness. By the time that Winters and his other friends had graduated, he could conduct himself with an amount of ease and composure. He no longer blushed and squirmed immoderately, like a small boy, when addressed by a

e sacred ministry of the priesthood. Their joyous piety, nevertheless, and their cheerful goodness had been the me

t of the feasibility of embracing that state himself. The more he thought of this, and the more frequently he examined himself, the more enamored of the lofty idea he be

his intention a secret from all save his parents. He took the admonition literally and obeyed it exactly, so that he left St. Cuthbert's in the previous June without

ang more musically across the playground. How should boys-mere boys, after all-imagine that graver thoughts and sublimer ambitions were coexistent with merry pranks, resounding cheer

calm, warm evening in August, Mr. Henning was sitting on the broad veranda of his cottage, watching in quiet content the silver pathway which the full moon made across the water, and marveling how the light made the sails of

ma and the ch

icks into the lake for Fido to swim after. The d

eem to be moping lately, my boy. Is an

ng I wish to talk to you about, and as the rest won't be back for some t

ion. Let me see: how old are you? Nineteen next month, eh? Yo

replied the

talk about the choice of a profession. It

ely what I wish

ight of veto, Is it to be the law, or medicine, or the army? Perhaps 'tis the navy?

id Roy, nervously, and the next moment he blurted

an intonation that expressed various emotion

well-rounded chin, all showed distinctly in the strong light of the reading lamp, which sent a flood of light out across the veranda. Roy thought that his father's face was unusually flushed. It appeared almost purple in the artificial light, and th

, who remained silent a long time. Nothing was heard except the ne

hought several minutes-in reality less than forty seconds-for his father to speak. No sound was heard save the ne

se from his chair, and without noticing his son, or saying a wor

could have pleaded and coaxed. Had he stormed, the boy knew enough of his parent to be

s father act so peculiarly. Wanting to be alone to think over t

our dancing pumps and come over to our villa. We are going to have a carpet dance. All the tab

illa for the summer. Garrett was on the road, seated in a stylish dogcart. He held a pair of white r

ke my excuse

they come.' We haven't enough partners for them. I am not slow at this kind of affair, but, you know, a fellow can't make himself

word was on the tip of his tongue, bu

ortant things to think about to-night. I really can not c

, man; we haven'

ry, but t

tt used an expression not at all becom

n't com

not, to

n't, yo

not say

nd the Poultneys, and others. Mark my words, Roy; I'll get even with you

ing up the dusty country road, giving the ill-tempered boy all he

's the coming term. His first effort at "getting even"with his cousin was attempted as we have seen in t