“Now with such boys it is an odd thing: the big and the strong, they are
the leaders, and on whomsoever these bestow their favor, with that boy
all goes well. It also procures for him respect from the others, and no
one ventures lightly to attack him. Such boys--here again nature stands
right out--much as it is with the animals, before the biggest and
strongest all the rest must crouch.”
Fresh, vigorous puffs from the meerschaum accompanied these words.
“When the cadets came down at recreation time those who were good
friends together met and would go walking arm in arm around the
‘Karreehof and toward the court where the trees stood, and so it was
always until the trumpet sounded for return to work.
“Big L--well--he attached himself just wherever he could find
attachment, and stalked sullenly ahead by himself--Little L, on the
contrary, almost before he could reach the court was seized under the
arm by two or three big fellows and compelled to walk with them. And
they were Primaners at that. For ordinarily, you must know, it never
occurred to a Primaner to go with a ‘Knapsack,’ or Plebe, from the
Sekunda; it was far beneath his dignity; but with Little L it was
different, there an exception was made. And yet he was no less loved by
the Sekundaner than by the Primaner. One could see that in class, where
we Sekundaner boys, you know, were by ourselves. In class we were ranged
according to alphabet, so that the two L’s sat together very nearly in
the centre.
“In their lessons they stood pretty nearly even. Big L had a good head
for mathematics; in other things he was not of much account, but in
mathematics he was, as you might say, a “shark,” and Little L, who was
not strong in mathematics, used to “crib” from his brother. In all other
respects Little L was ahead of his older brother, and in fact one of the
best in his class. And right here appeared the difference between the
brothers; Big L kept his knowledge to himself, and never prompted;
Little L, _he_ prompted, he fairly shouted--yes, to be sure he did--”
A tender smile passed over the face of the old man.
“If any one on the front form was called upon and did not know the
answer--Little L hissed right across all the forms what he ought to
say: when it came the turn of the back benches little L spoke the answer
half-aloud to himself.
“There was there an old professor from whom we took Latin. During nearly
every lesson he would stop short in the middle of the class; ‘L No.
II,’ he would say, ‘you are prompting again! And that, too, in a most
shameless fashion. Have a care, L No. II, next time I will make an
example of you. I say it to you now for the last time!”
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