The Path of Duty, and Other StoriesCaswell, Harriet S. (Harriet Sophia)
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The Path of Duty, and Other Stories
Caswell, Harriet S. (Harriet Sophia)
Country life -- Fiction; Family -- Fiction; Friendship -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Short stories
with the trustees of the school, struck the rest of the boys as so
extremely ludicrous, that our long pent-up mirth found vent in a burst
of laughter through the whole class, and no one present had the heart to
chide us; for it was with intense difficulty that the elderly gentlemen
maintained their own gravity. The teacher was obliged to exercise his
authority before Ned could be silenced; and the remaining part of the
examination proved rather a failure. I know not how it happened, but
from that day there was a marked improvement in Edward Barton, in every
respect. He attended the school for two years; and when he left us it
was to accompany his parents to one of the far Western States. His
father had relatives residing in the West, and had received from them
such glowing accounts of the country, that he decided upon removing
thither. Any one who saw Ned when he left us would almost have failed to
recognize him as the same boy who entered the school two years previous.
Mr. S. was his friend as well as his teacher; and during the second year
of his stay took a deep interest in him; he had thoroughly studied his
disposition, and learned to bear with his faults, and under his
judicious management Ned began really to make good progress in study. We
had all become attached to him, and were all sorry when he left us. He
was much elated with the prospect of his journey to the West; and talked
much of the wonders he expected to behold on his way thither. He came
one day at the noon-hour to collect his books and bid us good-bye, his
father having come to take him home for a short time before setting out
on their journey. The boys were all on the play ground when he entered
the school-room to bid his teacher good-bye. When he came out he looked
very sober, and there was a suspicious moisture in his eyes which very
much resembled tears. Instead of the usual noisy mirth on the play
ground there was almost complete silence, while Ned shook hands with us
one by one, saying, "he would tell us all the wonders of the Western
world when he came back." Years have rolled by with their various
changes since that day; he has never yet returned; and I have only heard
from him two or three times during the time. My last tidings were, that
he was married and settled down to a life of industry upon a fine farm,
in his western home; but I sometimes, when I think of him, even yet
wonder, if he has learned the difference between the "Pyramids of Egypt"
and the "Island Continent of Australia."
THE WEARY AT REST.
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