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In ten minutes he flew a handkerchief as a signal that the warden could come in. Mr. Smithson grinned as he joined them. "It was well done, my boy. You would sure make an actor, all right. And now, for fear lest he slip me, I'll have to nab him," he said. "Do you want any help, sir?" queried Frank. "Oh! I reckon not. When he sees that I've got him he'll be as meek as a lamb.
"Being so good-looking!" "Good-looking! Ha! ha! ha! Look at me!" cried Lacey, leaping up and surveying his scorched face, and then his blackened uniform and general aspect of having been badly in the wars. "Yes, I look handsome, don't I? I say, though, I thought it was all over with me. I couldn't get free. Who helped me out?" "That plucky little bandsman!" "Not Smithson?" cried the lieutenant.
Smithson gave a little look of vexation, just one rapid contraction of the eyebrows, which resumed their conventional placidity the next instant. 'So good of you, he murmured. 'I really did not expect you till the beginning of the week. 'London is simply insupportable in this weather most of all for a man born in the Havanas. My soul thirsted for blue water.
Miss Smithson had had years of experience with children. She knew their sensitiveness, their capacity for suffering through those incidents which adults term trifles. She had questioned Suzanna with much adroit delicacy concerning the shoes, and had elicited the story of the father's purchase.
"How can you be so absurd, Smithson! it was her prim old aunt!" There was no more said on the way back to the barracks, much to Dick's satisfaction, for he felt that if the lieutenant spoke he would be compelled to burst out with a roar of laughter in his face. Busy days in barracks, youth, and the high spirits consequent upon living an active, healthy life, had their effect on Dick.
Horace Greeley, in an article in a recent number of the 'Tribune, says that the fund left by Smithson is spent by the regents of that institution in publishing books which no publisher would undertake and which do no good to anybody. Now in our little town of Nantucket, with our little Atheneum, these volumes are in constant demand....
"Splendid, sir!" "No, no; don't humbug, Smithson. Tell me the truth. It's a new uniform; does it fit all right?" "I tell you it's splendid, sir! You couldn't look better. There will be no one in the room who can touch you." "Think not?" said Lacey, dubiously. "I'm sure of it, sir." "Well, I'm glad you think so, Smithson. The colonel was here just now smoking one of those strong cigars of his.
At Rood Hall there were ideal stables and farm, hot-houses without number, rose gardens, lawns, the river, and a deer park. So the invitation was accepted, and Mr. Smithson immediately laid himself at Lesbia's feet, as it were, with regard to all other invitations for the Henley festival. Whom should he ask to meet her? whom would she have?
"Smithson Dick Smithson, sir," said the lad, feeling the blood come hotly into his cheeks as he spoke; and his face grew hotter, for he could see at a glance that he was not believed. "What brought you here?" continued the colonel. "I came to enlist, sir," said Dick, quickly. "And the sergeant would not have you because you were too boyish, eh?" "Yes, sir." "Quite right, too!
SMITHSON, JAMES LEWIS MACIE. Born in France in 1765; matriculated from Pembroke College, Oxford, England, 1782; Fellow Royal Society, 1786; distinguished as student of mineralogy and chemistry; died at Genoa, Italy, June 27, 1829.
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