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During the coming week he arranged his plans for a prolonged absence from the Cedars. He wrote to New York to engage passage on a steamer bound for Liverpool, and quietly waited for the end of Frank's school term to release him from a care which had grown burdensome. Frank returned to the Bridgeville Academy without Mark. As may be supported, however, he did not feel the loss of his society.
He had long had an eye on a fine opening for a clothing store in the neighboring town of Bridgeville, twenty miles away, and he lost no time in carrying out this project.
About the middle of the week, as Frank was taking a walk after school hours, he was considerably surprised to see Mark come out of a well-known liquor saloon frequented by men and boys of intemperate habits. The students of Bridgeville Academy were strictly forbidden this or any other saloon, and I am sure that my boy readers will agree with mo that this rule was a very proper one.
I hope you won't be offended at my plain speaking," he added, artfully. "Certainly not!" said Mark. "I suppose," said James, "you will see a little life now that you are your own master and have plenty of money." "I don't know exactly what you mean, James. There isn't much life to be seen in Bridgeville." "That is true; but still there is some.
Two boys were walking in the campus of the Bridgeville Academy. They were apparently of about the same age somewhere from fifteen to sixteen but there was a considerable difference in their attire. Herbert Grant was neatly but coarsely dressed, and his shoes were of cowhide, but his face indicated a frank, sincere nature, and was expressive of intelligence.
"What is he going to do with us, I wonder?" thought Mark. He was not required to wonder long. "As this is your first offense, so far as I know," proceeded the principal, "I will not be severe. You are both suspended from the institution for the remainder of the term, and are required to leave Bridgeville by the early train to-morrow morning for your respective homes.
Corporal punishment was never resorted to in the Bridgeville Academy, but the doctor's dignified rebuke was dreaded more than blows would have been from some men. "What do you think it is, James?" asked Mark, uneasily. "I think it's the saloon," answered James, in a low voice. "But how could he have found it out? No one saw us go in or come out."
Manning got a letter from Bridgeville I know that, because I brought it home from the post office which appeared to make him angry. He called Deborah and me and told us that he should not need our services any longer." "Did he give you any reason?" "Yes; he said that he could have our places filled for a good deal less money, and he had no doubt we could do as well elsewhere."
Early Monday morning it had been the custom for Frank and Mark to take the train for Bridgeville, to enter upon a new week at the academy. Frank felt that it would be better for him to go back without any further vacation, as occupation would serve to keep him from brooding over his loss. "Are you ready, Mark?" he asked, as he rose from the breakfast table. "Ready for what?"
During the ensuing year he was so engrossed with the Bridgeville branch that Medeena rarely saw him, and Lemuel Stucker's rather discouraging reports on the state of business were attributed to Lem's conservatism and natural depression of mind. Lem was Sam's opposite in almost every particular. A small, sallow man with a black shoe-string necktie and a look of general regret.
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