Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
“I shan’t insist,” said the Doctor gently. “I know how you fellows look
at such things. I can’t help reflecting, however, Harmon, that your
code of honor as regards matters amongst yourselves is somewhat finer
than you display in other matters. You don’t hesitate, it appears, to
daub black paint over a man’s brick wall, although that man has never
offended you in the least, but you’re outraged at the mere thought
of giving information against companions who have aided you in your
offenses. Well, you shall suit yourself. I think it my duty, though,
to point out to you that, in deciding on the proper punishment in your
case, the question of whether you knew or did not know that you were
defacing property belonging to the school and occupied by the school
Principal is important. You tell me that you did now know and that the
others did not know. If, as you say, you had not been in Hillsport
before, I am inclined to believe what you tell me of yourself, but I
cannot take your word for the others, Harmon. It seems to me extremely
unlikely that one or more of them did not know whose property it was.
If I knew their names I could question them and find out. As I don’t
know their names I am forced to give more credence to the probabilities
than to your testimony. You see, Harmon, the affair looks very much
like a deliberate insult to Doctor Handley, and it certainly calls for
an apology. In apologizing I’d like greatly to be able to assure him
that the affair was merely a schoolboy prank and that the depredators
were not aware that it was his property they were defiling. But I can’t
tell him that without more evidence than your unsupported testimony
affords me. Is that clear to you?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Willard unhappily.
“And you still prefer not to give me the names of the others? Remember
that I shall make every effort to find out and shall doubtless succeed.”
“I--I’d rather not, sir,” answered Willard steadily.
“In that case there is no more to be said. Pending a decision as to
what disciplinary measures shall be taken, Harmon, you will observe
hall restrictions. I am very sorry this has happened, my boy, and I
hope it will lead you to a--um--greater respect for the rights and
property of others. Good morning, Harmon.”
Willard stood up, rather pale but very straight. “I’m sorry I can’t
tell you about the others, sir,” he said earnestly, “but--but I don’t
believe you’d act any different yourself if you were in my place. And
I’ll take the punishment without kicking, Doctor McPherson. But, just
the same, it doesn’t seem fair to me that those fellows should get away
with what they did and we--I should get punished for doing no more.
We didn’t know we were painting up Doctor Handley’s wall. You needn’t
believe me unless you want to, but it’s so! What--what’s he want to
live outside the school for, anyway?” Willard ended in an indignant
wail and the Doctor’s mouth trembled in a smile.
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