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Updated: May 25, 2025
Nearly every father who deigns to open this little book has gone through the scene himself; and he and his sons will know from personal experience the thoughts, and sensations, and memories, which occupied the minds of Walter Evson and his father, as the carriage drove through the garden gate and the village street, bearing the eldest boy of the young family from the sacred and quiet shelter of a loving home, to a noisy and independent life among a number of strange and young companions.
At the very next meeting of the debating society he spoke, as indeed he generally thought, on the same side with Walter; and spoke, not in his usual flippant conceited style, but more seriously and earnestly, treating Walter's speech with approval and almost with deference. Every one noticed and rejoiced in this change of manner, and none more so than Walter Evson and Power.
It was noised through the school in five minutes that Evson, one of the new fellows, had smashed open Paton's desk and burned the contents. "What an awful row he'll get into!" was the general comment. Walter heard Kenrick inquiring eagerly about it as they sat at tea; but Kenrick didn't ask him about it, though they sat so near each other.
And with that silly, silly speech Wilton was reassured; a gratified smile perched itself upon his lips, and his eyes sparkled with delight; nor was he soon revisited by any qualms of conscience. "How do you get on with the young Evson, Ra?" asked Mackworth of Wilton, with a sneer. "Not at all," said Wilton. "He's awfully particular and strait-laced, just like that brother of his.
"The excellent Evson," said Kenrick bitterly. "And mark me, Whalley, I'll never speak to him again." "Evson," said Whalley, "I don't believe he's at all the fellow to do it. Are you certain?" "Quite. No one else could know the things." "But surely you'll ask him first?" "It's no use," answered Kenrick, gloomily; "but I will, in order that he may understand that I have found him out."
"Number ninety, sir," said Walter, amid the now unconcealed laughter of the rest, who knew very well that he had intended it for "No go." Mr Paton looked curiously at Walter for a minute, and then said, "Evson, Evson, I could not have thought you so utterly foolish. Well, you know that each fresh act must have its fresh punishment.
"State your own case, Kenrick." "Well, the case simply is, that a scent-bottle has been taken from Mrs Hart; and Penn doesn't see nor do I why he should be searched." "You haven't mentioned that young Evson says he saw him take it." "Why, Charlie, what have you been doing?" said Walter, looking at his brother's bruised and smeared face in surprise.
"I'll lick you, Flip, after school," said the wrathful Bliss, shaking his fist, as Henderson began to whisper to him this monody. "Why do they call you Flip?" asked Walter laughing. "Short for Flibberty-gibbet," said Bliss. "Bliss, Henderson, and Evson, do me two hundred lines each," said Mr Paton; and so on this, his first morning in school, a second punishment was entered against Walter's name.
to get over his lessons easily and successfully, and receive Mr Paton's quiet word of praise; to shake with laughing over the flood of nonsense with which Henderson always deluged everyone who sat near him at breakfast-time; to help little Eden in his morning's work, and to see with what intense affection and almost adoration the child looked up to him; to stroll with Kenrick under the pine woods, or have a pleasant chat in Power's pretty little study, or read a book in the luxurious retirement of Mr Percival's room, or, if it were a half-holiday, to join in the skating, hare and hounds, football, or whatever game might be on hand all these things were to Walter Evson one long unbroken pleasure.
He was standing on one of these great stones watching the sunset, and laughing to himself at the odd gambols of two or three porpoises that kept rolling about in a futile manner across the little bay, when he heard a pleasant voice say to him "I say, Evson, are you going to practise the old style of martyrdom tie yourself to a stake and let the tide gradually drown you?"
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