Sandy

nd Sandy had reached his junior year that

he traveled with her aunt. She was still the divinity for whom he shaped his end, the compass that always brought him back to the straight course. He looked

t he was a genius; and while he found it a bit irksome to live

ength and manhood had swept over Martha relentlessly, beating out her frail strength, and leaving her weaker to combat each incoming tide. Her stra

re," she was saying patiently, "

the book lightly from her hand; "it's the sin and the shame to keep you poking in boo

d, and he

ven think out in your head? If I could be translating the

ed at him h

you are a poet, Sandy; you are always th

down on the grass beside her. Then he laughed. "Yo

t?" she

e scholarship, it'll be because you want me to, Martha; if I come to be a lawyer, it's because it's the wish of the judge's heart; an

song-bird as it wheeled about overhead. Presently she o

age to show it to you all week," s

when the shadows are slipping away from the ban

er each. They were crude little efforts, faulty in drawing and in color; but

a bit, but they've got the feel of the woods in 'em, all

ed forward blindly toward some outlet for her cramped, limit

," she said. "I am never going to show the

study," cried Sandy. "It's a g

tle beggar girl that peeps through the fence into a beautiful garden.

money some day, and I'll send ye to the finest master in the

udying for the examination, eh? That's right, my boy. The judg

shameless pleasure; "and you,

accomplish the work you do at home, and hold your

be in me, it will come out," he said with suppressed triumph

turned in at the door. But he was absorbed in sailing a broomstick across Aunt M

ed in his Vergil. The boy, after all, was a student; he was justifying the money and time that had been s

rhymes with lance?" broke in Sandy a

ke up in the night to wonder again what

asked the next day of Mr. Mosele

sly. He regarded it as ill befitting an instructor of youth to

us proposition. He possesses invention and originality

ersisted the judge, "y

ving a problem in Euclid. "Probably," he admitted; "but the

peated the jud

his voice to husky solemnity, "the boy

, that base-ball was what he had been waiting for all his life. It was what he had be

work during these trying days. It was a hand-to-hand fight with the great mass of knowledge that had been accumulating at

2 was the day which cruel fate masked as the board of trustees-had set for the academy examinations. Sandy was the only member of the team who attend

stpone the game?"

" said Sandy, in black despair. "And to think of me sitting in the

to be borne. The team was to go to Lexington on the noon train with a mighty company of loyal followers. Every boy and girl who could meet the modest

victory. Up in the square, Johnson's colored band was having a final rehearsal, while on the court-house steps the team, glorious in new uniforms, were excitedly discussing the plan of campaign. Little boys s

least could get behind the devil. Without a moment's hesitation he would have given ten years of sober middle-age life fo

tic equations-as he marched heroically on to the academy. His was the fac

athized fully with Sandy, and wanted, if possible, to find out the result of the examination b

ey, who greeted him with a queer smi

e's S

t-flowered hats flashed among college caps, while shrill girlish voices rang out with the manly ones. Carried high in the air on the shoul

ay, K

the

or