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Optic, Oliver
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Railroad stories
The chairman then declared that Edward Skotchley, and the others on
both tickets, except Tommy, were elected. Some faint applause followed
the announcement; but most of the students appeared to be appalled at
what they had done. The president’s face was as red as a blood beet,
and I expected his wrath would boil over. Even the supper had not
saved him, and certainly it was a hard case. I was sorry for him, while
I could not approve of his haughty and overbearing manner. I went up to
the desk with the intention of giving him what I considered good advice.
“Don’t get mad, Tommy,” said I, in a low voice, but so that he could
hear me.
“It’s an insult,” added he, between his closed teeth.
“Never mind if it is. Don’t let them see that they are punishing you,”
I added.
This last remark of mine had the desired effect; and, to my
astonishment, he smiled as blandly as though nothing had happened.
He did not relish the idea of letting his enemies triumph over him,
and though he now looked like peace itself, I was satisfied that the
punishment of the rebels was reserved for another occasion.
“Mr. President!”
Both Tommy and myself looked to see who had the audacity to break
the impressive silence that still reigned in the hall. It was
Skotchley--Edward the Silent, as he was often called, on account of his
quiet way.
“Skotchley,” said Tommy, who, though he did not regard his successful
rival very favorably, was hypocrite enough to smile sweetly upon him.
“Mr. President, I wish to say that my name was used without my
knowledge or consent. I voted for the old board myself, and am so
well satisfied with the president, that, even if I considered myself
qualified for the position,--which I do not,--I could not accept it.”
“Toady!” snuffed some of the students.
Skotchley glanced at the knot of stockholders from whom the offensive
word had come. The quiet dignity of his manner silenced them.
“Under no circumstances could I, or would I, accept this office,” added
Skotchley, as he seated himself, amid the applause of Tommy’s friends.
The speaker was not excused; but he adhered to his purpose, and the
students were obliged to ballot again. Tommy’s singular conduct in not
getting mad made a sensation. The students could not comprehend it.
While the second ballot was in progress, he sat at the table, cool
and smiling. I am satisfied it was this conduct alone which created
a reaction in his favor; for on the second ballot he was elected by
a majority of one hundred and eleven. He accepted the position, and
thanked the stockholders for their continued favor, as coolly as though
nothing had occurred to disturb the current of his thoughts.
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