wondered if he would behave so cravenly when his turn came.
“You knew the rule about such things?” asked the principal. “You knew that pupils are not allowed to contract debts?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then why did you do it, Gray?”
“I – I wanted some things, and so – Porter said that he would trust me – ”
“Let me see. You played on one of the nines last spring, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir; on the junior class nine.”
“Yes. Well, Gray, when you knock a good clean base hit what do you do? Do you run over toward the grand stand and then back toward the pitcher’s box and so on to first base, or do you go there as directly and as speedily as you know how?” A moment of silence followed and Wayne grinned.
“Directly, sir,” said the boy inside finally.
“Yes, I should think so. Well, now, when you start to make an explanation apply the same rule, my lad: go just as directly and quickly as you can to the point. As a matter of fact, you knew that you were disobeying the rules of the Academy, and preferred to do that than to go without some things that you wanted. Isn’t that so?”
“I – No, sir, I didn’t – ”
“That isn’t just the way you would put it, Gray, but isn’t it correct?”
“Yes, sir, I suppose so.”
“Do you have an allowance, Gray?”
“Yes, sir; fifty cents a week.”
“But you don’t find it large enough?”
“I wanted some baseball things and some clothes. We had to have uniforms.”
“I see. Did you think when you had the things charged to you that you could pay for them?”
“Yes, sir. I meant to pay a quarter every week, but somehow, sir – ”
“The quarter wasn’t there when you wanted it; I see. Well, Porter must be paid. He is not blameless in the affair; he knew what the rule is about giving credit to the pupils, and I shall see that he gets no more of the school trade. But that doesn’t alter the fact that you owe him the sum of twelve dollars. Can you pay it?”
“No, sir, not right away. I will pay him fifty cents a week. I offered to do so a week ago and he said he must have the whole amount, and I was saving it up.”
“H’m! How much have you saved?”
“A – a dollar.”
“Slow work, Gray. Now, I shall settle this bill and send the account to your parents. Have you anything to say about that?”
“Oh, sir, please don’t! I’ll pay it as soon as I can, sir; I will give him every cent I get. Only please don’t send it home!”
“Your family is not well off, Gray?”
“No, sir. I have only a mother, and she couldn’t pay it without – without missing the money dreadfully, sir. If only you will not let her know!”
“You should have thought of that before, Gray. I should like to spare your mother as much, perhaps, as you; but the rules are strict and I can’t see my way to making an exception in your case. I shall have to send the bill to your mother, sir. Let it teach you a lesson. There are lots of things in this world, Gray, that we think we must have, but which we can do very well without if only we realize it. It is hard sometimes to see others possess things that we want and can not have. But luckily the world doesn’t judge us by our possessions, but by our accomplishments. I don’t believe that the football clothes which you got from Porter enabled you to play better ball or stand better in your class, and it’s very unlikely that any of the boys thought you a finer fellow for having them. In future live within your income – that is, your allowance – and if you want to pay off the debt save your money instead of spending it, and when the amount is saved return it to your mother. That would be an honest and a manly act. That is all I have to say to you, my boy.”
“I will, sir,” answered the culprit earnestly. “But won’t you – couldn’t you please, sir, not send – ”
“That can’t be altered, Gray,” answered the principal kindly. “I am sorry. Good day.”
A slender and very white-faced boy passed out with averted eyes, and a moment later Wayne found himself in the inner office. The principal was leaning back in his big armchair thoughtfully polishing his glasses. He did not look up at once, and Wayne had an opportunity to study the man who for over twenty years had wisely directed the affairs of one of the largest preparatory schools of the country, and who in that time had gained the reverence and affection of thousands of boys. Wayne saw a middle-aged, scholarly looking man, whose brown hair was but lightly frosted about the temples, and whose upright and vigorous figure indicated the possession of much physical strength. There was an almost youthful set to the broad shoulders, and Wayne was certain that the muscles won years before in his college crew were still firm and strong. Indeed, those muscles, although Wayne did not know it, were kept in perfect condition by as much bodily exercise as the principal could crowd into a busy life, and his prowess with a golf club was a matter of pride and admiration among the boys. There was a kindly look in the brown eyes that were presently turned upon the waiting lad.
“Are you Wayne Gordon?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re in the upper middle, aren’t you, and this is your first year at Hillton?”
Wayne again assented.
“And I dare say you are not perfectly acquainted with the rules of the Academy yet; I can understand that. It takes some time to learn them, even though we try not to have very many. Professor Beck tells me, Gordon, that you have been absent on three occasions from gymnasium work and have failed to make any excuse. I presume you had some very good reason for not attending on each occasion, did you not?” The tone and manner were so kindly that Wayne found himself wishing that he had some presentable excuse; but in the next moment he remembered his purpose and answered uncompromisingly:
“I stayed away on three days, sir, because it was not convenient to attend. I don’t consider that you – I mean the faculty – has any right to compel a fellow to – to do gymnasium work unless he wishes to.”
“Indeed!” was the quiet reply. “And how do you arrive at that conclusion?”
Whereupon Wayne very earnestly and at much length presented his views on the subject, maintaining a respectful but undoubtedly rather irritating tone of complacency. Once or twice the listener frowned, once he smiled, as though in spite of himself, at some high-sounding phrase from the boy. When Wayne had finished, a little breathless, the principal spoke:
“Are you a member of the debating club, Gordon?”
“No, sir,” answered Wayne, surprised into an expression of ordinary curiosity quite unbecoming a great reformer.
“You should join. I think you have the making of a very lucid and convincing speaker.” The boy strove to detect an expression of irony on the master’s face, but saw none. “Unfortunately, in the present case you have selected a side in the debate that is not defensible. And,
