respected him for it. “Upon my word, I didn’t s’pose you had so much grit, or could strike so hard; there’s some strength in your big, rough hands. I b’lieve you’ll be a prize fighter yet,” he said good-naturedly, when Kenneth tried to apologize, saying he must have hit harder than he meant to, he was so mad. “Never mind, Ken, I deserved to have my eyes and teeth knocked out. I’m a kind of blackguard anyway,” he added, while the two boys shook hands, and Harry never again tried the experiment of tieing cats together and setting the dog upon them. He was a very handsome boy, with soft dark eyes and a winsome smile and white hands, which never did any harder work than to run the mower over the lawn, tie up a rose bush or shell peas for his aunt when she was in a hurry. For the rest of the time, when not in school, he read novels mostly, or books of travel and adventure. He had a boat on the pond which he named “Ken” for his cousin, who rarely found time to go out in it, so busy was he with the many duties devolving upon him as a farmer’s son. Kenneth liked books for the books’ sake, and unlike Harry, was always glad when school commenced and sorry when it ended. Some day he meant to go to the Academy in Millville, and perhaps to the dancing-school opened there every winter, and learn some of the manners which were natural to Harry; then, if he worked hard and saved a great deal, he might possibly go to college, and afterwards study medicine with Dr. Catherin, the famous physician at Rocky Point. It surely must be a grand thing to alleviate pain, only he could never bear to lose a patient and witness the grief of friends. That would be dreadful and unnerve him for days, he thought. Kenneth was very sympathetic, and showed it in every act. Weak as water, Harry said, and laughed when he cried because old blind Roan, who had been in the family for years, broke his legs and had to be shot. He did not look very weak with his broad shoulders and chest and sinewy arms, which could handle Harry as if he were a child. “Wait till I have been through all the athletic sports in college; then see if I can’t lick you,” Harry said, when a boy of fifteen, he was about to start for Andover, where he was to begin his preparatory course for college and the sports which would enable him to lick his cousin, Kenneth. His fortune was sufficient to give him Andover and college, for neither of which he cared a straw except as they might advance him in the career he had marked out for himself in the future.