St. Winifred's; or, The World of SchoolFarrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
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St. Winifred's; or, The World of School
Farrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
Walter obeyed the invitation, and for a few minutes they both sat gazing
into the fire, reading faces in the embers, and pursuing their own
thoughts. Each of them was happy in the other's presence; and Walter,
though more than a year Power's junior, and far below him in the school,
was delighted with the sense of fully possessing, in the friendship of
this most promising and gifted boy, a treasure which any one in the
world might well have envied him.
"It's been a strange day, hasn't it, Walter?" said Power at last, laying
his hand on Walter's, and looking at him. "I shall never forget it; you
have thrown a new light on one's time here."
"Have I, Power? How? I didn't know it."
"Why, on the top of Appenfell there, you opened my eyes to the fact that
I've been living here a very selfish life. I know that I get the credit
of being very conceited and exclusive, and all that sort of thing; but
being naturally shy, I thought it better to keep rather aloof from all
but the very few towards whom I felt at all drawn. I see now," he said
sadly, "that at the bottom this was mainly selfishness. Why, Walter,
all the time I've been here, I haven't done as much for any single boy
as you, a new fellow, have done for little Eden this one half-year. But
there's time to do better yet; and by God's help I'll try. I'll give
Eden the run of my study to-morrow; and as there's plenty of room, I'll
look out for some other little chap who requires a refuge for the
destitute."
"Thank you, for Eden's sake," said Walter; "I'm sure you'll soon begin
to like him, if he gets at home with you."
"But that's the worst of it," continued Power; "so few ever do get at
home with me. I suppose my manner's awkward--or something; but I'd give
anything to make fellows friendly in five minutes as you do. How do you
manage it?"
"I really don't know; I never think about my own manner or anything
else. I suppose if one feels the least interest in any fellow, that he
will probably feel some interest in me; and so, somehow, I'm on the best
terms with all I care to know."
"Well, Ken and I had a long talk after you left us, to cross the Devil's
Way; and I hope that the memory of that may make us three friends firm
and fast, tender and true, as long as we live. We were in a horrible
fright about you, and I suppose that, joined to our own danger, gave a
solemn cast to our conversation; but we agreed that if we three, as
friends, were united in the silent resolution to help others, and
especially new fellows and young, as much as ever we can, we might do a
great deal. Tell me, Walter, didn't you find it a very hard thing when
you first came, to keep right among All sorts of temptations?"
"Yes, I did, Power, very hard; and I confess, too, that I sometimes
wondered that not one boy, though there are, as I see now, lots of
thoroughly good and right fellows here, ever said one word, or did one
thing to help me."
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