Left End Edwards

'Mens sana in co

ver the top of it frowned abstractedly at the boy o

in corpore

as studied as much Latin as you have," he said disapprovingly, "the question is extraordinary, to say

ary bay, a seat which commanded an uninterrupted view up a

the street to see if any friends were in sight. But it was Sunday afternoon, and rainy, and the wide, maple-bordered street, its neat artificial stone sidewalks shimmering with moisture,

rrence Foundation' mea

if you will take the trouble to read the catalogue, that a man named William Torrence gave the

e principalship of Dr. Andrew Morey, the institution increased rapidly in usefulness, and in 1892 it was found necessary to add two wings to the original structure at a cost of $34,000, also the gift of the founder. Dr. Morey's connection with the school ended four years later, when the services of the present head, Mr. Joshua Fernald, A.M., were secured. The death of Mr. Torrence in 1897, after a long and honoured career, removed the school's greatest friend and benefactor, but, by the terms of his will, placed it beyond the rea

re were several pictures, but he had seen them all many times and only the one labelle

that means three gridirons. And there's a baseball field besides. The catalogue says that 'provisi

ed his father from

and swimming. It says that Long Island Sound is two and a half m

e said, "about the only thing I've heard from you since that catalogue arrived is the

d Steve without

swim. You're going there to study and learn! I don't propose to spend four hundred and fifty dollars a y

ir," corrected

dy then, you don't go. That's flat, my boy, and I want you to understand it. So, if you have any idea of football and tennis as your-er-principal courses you want to get it right out

studying when he went to school!" With a sigh he found the "Courses of Study" and read: "Form IV. Classical. Latin: Vergil's Aeneid, IV-XII, Cicero and Ovid at sight, Composition (5). Greek: Xenophon's

o the grinning face of Tom Hall set between two of the fence pickets. The Catalogue of Brimfield Academy was

ced half-way to the hall door. Mr. Edwards, smo

t get your feet wet. And-er

he seat of a neighbouring chair, dropping the newspaper and, with a luxurious sigh, composing himself for his Sunday afternoon

eve, "but Tom wants t

e front door went shut and peace at last pervaded the house. In the library, Mr. Edwards, dropping into slumber, was dim

er fingers. "At least, I'm pretty sure it is. He said at dinner that he'd think

es of enthusiasm and volume. And, as though fearing his chum would doubt his satisfaction, he accompanie

u silly chump! You don't

imed Steve, beaming. "We c

time on the train, too. Gee, I nev

ing-room where you can sit and chin as late as you want to and you get off at th

course, you'll make it anyway, and I might if I had a little luck

team no better than you are, Tom. Wait till I show you the athletic field. It's a corker!" And Steve's

e while Tom viewed the picture,

om at last. "Gee, I h

an show him this," suggested Stev

to be disturbed Sunday afternoons

ld as that I won't stick around the house and go to slee

ound body," replied

e chuckled. "He made believe he was peevish with me, so

have known, Steve,

what he said. Let's take that a minute. I w

that it was a school where they were terribly strict with the fellow

ifferent teams in here. There's the baseball nine, see? Pretty husky looking bunch, aren't they? And-turn over-there you are-there's the football team. Some of those chaps aren't any big

a couple of these pictures before he sees it? I'm afraid

pictures of the teams out. How about the athlet

throw 'em away, though. We might want to look at them aga