Belcher paused, closed his eyes resignedly, and added, “Of course, you know the rest.” “Indeed, I do not,” I said anxiously. “A most deplorable affair--indeed, a most shocking incident! It was hushed up, I believe, on account of the position of his parents.” He glanced furtively around, and in a lower and more impressive voice said, “I am not myself a believer in heredity, and I am not personally aware that there was a MURDERER among the Sluysdael ancestry, but it seems that this monstrous child, in some clandestine way, possessed himself of a huge bowie-knife, sir, and on one of those occasions actually rushed furiously at the larger boys--his innocent play-fellows--and absolutely forced them to flee in fear of their lives. More than that, sir, a LOADED REVOLVER was found in his desk, and he boldly and shamelessly avowed his intention to eviscerate, or--to use his own revolting language--'to cut the heart out' of the first one who again 'laid a finger on him.'” He paused again, and, joining his two hands together with the fingers pointing to the deck, breathed hard and said, “His instantaneous withdrawal from the school was a matter of public necessity. He was afterwards taken, in the charge of a private tutor, to Europe, where, I trust, we shall NOT meet.” I could not resist saying cheerfully that, at least, Johnnyboy had for a short time made it lively for the big boys. The Rev. Mr. Belcher rose slowly, but painfully, said with a deeply grieved expression, “I don't think that I entirely follow you,” and moved gently away. The changes of youth are apt to be more bewildering than those of age, and a decade scarcely perceptible in an old civilization often means utter revolution to the new. It did not seem strange to me, therefore, on meeting Jack Bracy twelve years after, to find that he had forgotten Miss Circe, or that SHE had married, and was living unhappily with a middle-aged adventurer by the name of Jason, who was reputed to have had domestic relations elsewhere. But although subjugated and exorcised, she at least was reminiscent. To my inquiries about the Sluysdaels, she answered with a slight return of her old vivacity:-- “Ah, yes, dear fellow, he was one of my greatest admirers.” “He was about four years old when you knew him, wasn't he?” suggested Jason meanly. “Yes, they usually WERE young, but so kind of you to recollect them. Young Sluysdael,” he continued, turning to me, “is--but of course you know that disgraceful story.” I felt that I could stand this no longer. “Yes,” I said indignantly, “I know all about the school, and I don't call his conduct disgraceful either.” Jason stared. “I don't know what you mean about the school,” he returned. “I am speaking of his stepfather.” “His STEPFATHER!”