Ishmael; Or, In the DepthsSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Ishmael; Or, In the Depths
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Fiction
"Father, I am willing and anxious to explain, and my explanation in
itself will be my very best apology; but, before I can go on, I wish to
beg the favor of a sight of the thesis that was first read," said
Walter, coming up to the table of the examiners.
The paper was put in his hands. He cast his eyes over it and smiled.
"Well, my young friend, what do you mean by that?" inquired Professor
Adams.
"Why, sir, I mean that it is just as I surmised; that this paper which I
hold in my hand is not the paper that was prepared for the examining
committee; this, sir, must be the original draft of the thesis, and not
the fair copy which was intended to compete for the gold watch," said
Walter firmly.
"But why do you say this, sir? What grounds have you for entertaining
such an opinion?" inquired Professor Adams. Young Middleton smiled
confidently as he replied:
"I have seen and read the fair copy; there was not a mistake in it; and
it was in every other respect greatly superior to my own."
"If this is true, and of course I know it must be so, since you say it,
my son, why was not the fair copy put in our hands? By what strange
inadvertence has this rough draft found its way to us?" inquired Mr.
Middleton.
"Father," replied Walter, in a low voice, "by no inadvertence at all!
Ishmael has done this on purpose that your son might receive the gold
watch. I am sure of it; but I cannot accept his noble sacrifice! Father,
you would not have me do it."
"No, Walter; no, my boy; not if a kingdom instead of a gold watch were
at stake. You must not profit by his renunciation, if there has been any
renunciation. But are you sure that there has been?"
"I will prove it to your satisfaction, sir. Yesterday, in my great
anxiety to know how my chances stood for the first prize, I asked
Ishmael for a sight of his thesis, and I tendered him a sight of mine.
Ishmael did not refuse me. We exchanged papers and read each other's
compositions. Ishmael's was fairly written, accurate, logical, and very
eloquent. Mine was very inferior in every respect except literal
accuracy. Ishmael must have seen, after comparing the two, that he must
gain the prize. I certainly knew he would; I expressed my conviction
strongly to that effect; and I congratulated him in anticipation of a
certain triumph. But, though I wished him joy, I must have betrayed the
mortification that was in my own heart; for Ishmael insisted that I
should be sure to get the medal myself. And this is the way in which he
has secured the fulfillment of his own prediction: by suppressing his
fair copy that must have taken the prize, and sending up that rough
draft on purpose to lose it in my favor."
"Can this be true?" mused Mr. Middleton.
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