Deering of Deal; Or, The Spirit of the SchoolGriswold, Latta
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Deering of Deal; Or, The Spirit of the School
Griswold, Latta
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
“Doubtless you are right. His grandfather was the same sort of
hot-headed chivalrous youth, always in trouble, always refusing to
clear himself if there were a shadow of doubt as to involving some one
else. Nevertheless, this business is to be probed to the bottom, and I
shall be inclined to expel the offenders without mercy. Come, boys, get
to bed now; come to see me in the morning. You too, Morris. Good-night.
I don’t know when a case of discipline has given me so much distress.”
When they were gone, Morris crossed over to Deering’s room, and tapped
on the door. Receiving no reply, he opened it and walked in. As he
found no one in the study, he went into the bedroom, and there he
discovered Tony lying on the bed, shaken by a storm of sobs. Carroll
was sitting by his side, with his arms around him, trying to get some
explanation of his distress.
Reggie looked up at the master. “What is the trouble, Mr. Morris? I
can’t get a word from Tony.”
Morris explained in a few sentences what had happened.
“But, sir—he gave his word?”
“I know, I know,” exclaimed the master. “I believe him absolutely, but
I am afraid there is a strong evidence against him that he will have to
explain to the Head.”
“But the Doctor must know that he is telling the truth. I never knew
him to misjudge a boy.”
“Even so—but whether he believes him or not, the Head is forced to
probe the matter. He cannot accept Tony’s refusal to speak, and you
must admit, Reggie, the letter, the check and the memorandum are pretty
strong evidence.”
Carroll paled, but he met the master’s gaze firmly. “I can explain
that, sir. The memorandum was made out to a boy who has the same
initials as Tony. I left the check which Tony had paid me in the
memorandum-book by mistake.”
“You—Reginald!”
“Yes, yes—I have been playing poker there all this term, or at least
for a good part of it. Is it too late to go and tell the Doctor?”
“No, I think not; I believe he would like to know to-night.”
Without a word Carroll rose up and left them.
Morris sat down then on the edge of the bed by Deering’s side, and
tried to calm him, making him understand at last what Reggie had done.
Then he persuaded him to undress; and waited until he had got into bed;
then, with a quiet good-night, he turned out the lights and left him
alone.
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