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lexedly around the room. There was no Morris chair in sight, nor were any

all right, and you're sure to want it. I'm sorry, though, you didn't get a

n in the morning," said S

ith decision. "It is a bargain and if you waited

, how mu

l c

s, I sup

part cash and part promise, and sometimes they want to

t. How mu

it before we talk about the price," he said. "If I said five dollars

"If that's what you want for it I gues

ight. You fellows come and see it." And he led the way out into the corridor.

t," said Steve.

ark and very steep stairs to the basement. "You wait there," h

. The boys waited, and Durkin, having disappeared into the gloom of the storeroom, presently reappeared,

nto the faint gleam of light which reached them from the fo

ris chair," exclaimed Tom.

red them earnestly. "I bought

whom?" asked S

ood as it ever was. The leather's a little bit worn at the edges, but you can fix that all

ppose we want with a relic like that? You said you had a Morris chai

rkin cheerfully, peering into the gloomy recesses of the stor

arm-chair?" asked

ow-seat. Let me show you those." And Durkin was back again before Steve cou

growled Steve.

pungent dust, and tossed three cushions into the chair. "Look at

Tom was examining them and presently he looked across at

Finally, "We'll give you twenty-f

Why, they're w

t, you ke

ng inclination to seek the stairway, "Give me a dollar for the

om, "but it's more

lf if you bought them new," said Dur

" interrupted S

will you?" Durkin removed the cushions and Steve, with a shrug, sea

asked Stev

ifty, an

a dollar a

patiently: "You don't want to buy, you fellows; you're looking for g

and a half befor

and a half, but you may have it for

e. "We'll split the dif

o-fifty and

o it. Two o

placidly. "Take it alon

how us another thing, Durkin. Pile the

door and I'll give yo

d outdoors. Then Steve paid three dollars t

d see me. I've got a lot of good stuff down there. And if you want to sell

ormance with more than mild interest. As they were about to lift their burden through the entrance of Billings, however, the door opened from inside and a ta

lightedly. "Good old article.

ow named Durkin, in To

e said. "That belonged to me three years ago. I bought it from a fellow named Lansing, and he got it second-hand from a shop in White Plains. I sold it

d Steve. "He wante

it and sold it to Morris for a dollar. I'll bet Penny didn't give Spencer more than fifty cents

to sell, than

nd he nodded and went on. Up in their room, when they had set

llars out of us for this thing. I've a good min

d if we hadn't met that Fowler chap we'd never known we'd been stung

ortable. Look here; we'll have to have another on

ow-seat," said Tom. "We might see some mor

't do so badly for three dollars. Wasn't it funny, though, we shou

"I guess he's on the first team. We could have made

enny,' by the way. The fellow had a regular second-hand shop down ther

at is that I'm mighty glad I don't room with Du

than your snoring," r

hey piled their three pillows on it and stretched themselves out on it, one at a time, and voted it good enough for anyone. There was a good deal of dust in it, but, as Steve said, if they were careful about getting up and down they wouldn't disturb it! By this time Number 12 began to look quite sumptuous. They had placed several framed pictures and many photographs and trinkets against the walls and had draped the tops of the chiffoniers with towels. They had also made up a list of things to bring back with them after the Christmas holidays, a list that inclu

getting out of it until he was dropped for good. Steve had made something of a reputation as a player at home, and his former team-mates there firmly expected to hear that he had made the Brimfield 'varsity without difficulty and was showing the preparatory school fellows how the game ought to be played. T

chool, and the candidates dwindled from sixty-odd to a scant fifty. Steve's surprise lay in the fact that he

omposed now of some fourteen candidates, began to smooth out. A half-hour session with the tackling dummy was now part of the daily routine and many a fellow who had thought rather well of himself suffered humiliation in the pit. Steve was one of these. Tackling proved to be a weak point with him. Even Tom got better results than he did, and every afternoon Steve would scramble to his feet and wipe the earth from his face to hear Marvin's patient

noon after practice. "Lots of the fellows don't do it a bit better and he just says 'Fair, Jones' or 'That's better, Freer,' and that's all there is to

t very well myself, but you-you don't seem to get the hang of it yet. You will, of course, in

d ahead. Brimfield played its first game of the year one Saturday afternoon with Thacher School, and came through with flying colours. But Thacher presented a line-up considerably younger and lighter than Brimfield's, and the

eve made his fi