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Updated: June 12, 2025
Underneath this most excellent reason there also existed on Mr. Carlton's part a desire to show his former partner that he cherished no ill will for the past. Who knew but the boy might even be a messenger of peace? So one June morning, after bidding good-bye to Colversham and to Tim McGrew, the two lads set forth on their western journey. They were in high spirits.
"Why, man alive, I haven't been asleep fifteen minutes." "You've been lying like a log for nine mortal hours," chuckled Bob. "Great Scott! Some sleep, isn't it? That's better than I do at Colversham." "Rather!" "Well, I need sleep. I'm worn out with over-study." "You are, like " "I am. I'm an intellectual wreck," moaned Van. "It's the Latin."
Before the five mile ride was finished and the automobile had turned into the avenue of Colversham the boys had agreed to room together. Bob came from New York City. He was younger than Van, slender, dark, and very much in earnest; he might even have passed for a grind had it not been for his sense of humor and his love for skating and tennis.
Somehow you're my good angel. I wrote Father so the other day." "Stuff!" "It's true. You are such a brick! I thought you'd blow my head off when you'd heard what I'd done." "Well, I am mad enough to do it," was the tart reply. "For you to go and do a thing like that just for a ball game! It wasn't worth it. Think of your being pitched out of Colversham for a measly game of baseball.
As it was he proved to be a master at hockey, as the school team soon discovered, and before he had been a week at Colversham his classmates also found that he was most loyal in his friendships and a lad of unusual generosity. Van Blake was of an entirely different type.
"I wonder, Van, how you can ever be content to leave all this behind and come East to school," remarked Bob to his chum when toward the last of September they once more boarded the train and turned their faces toward Colversham. "Oh, you see, Dad was born in the East, and he wanted me to have an eastern education," explained Van.
You mustn't go getting up your appetite so soon." "But smell it, Bobbie! Why, the whole place is one mellifluous smudge. What do you say we chuck Colversham and get a job here? Think of having pounds of candy tons of it around all the time! Wouldn't it be a snap!"
Although the apartment was not, perhaps, as luxurious as a college room, it was nevertheless entirely comfortable, for the Colversham School boasted among its members not only boys of moderate means but the sons of some of the richest families in the country.
"I'm not afraid; but I'd be ashamed if I didn't," was the serious reply. "I promised my father that if he'd let me come to Colversham to school I'd do my best, and I mean to. It costs a pile of money for him to send me here, and it's only decent of me to hold up my end of the bargain." Van Cortlandt Blake stretched his arms and gazed thoughtfully down at the ruler he was twirling in his fingers.
"But I like the East and the eastern people, and I'll be almighty tickled to get back to Colversham and the fellows to say nothing of Tim McGrew." "You'll take up football again this fall, of course," said Bob. "We'll both duff right in with the practice squad as soon as the boys get out; it seems to me there is no earthly reason why each of us shouldn't land somewhere on the eleven this year."
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