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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Here am I, your awed and admiring slave, brought on to adorn the crowning event of your scholastic career, and you don't even remember that I finished the normal school course in three years, and graduated a year ago!" Marty rolled over on the sand in wordless glee. "Aw, now, Marcia, why " J.W., Jr., boggled, fairly caught, but soon recovering himself. "You must have been ashamed of it, then.
By and by Marty said he must go over to the library, and pretty soon J.W. was telling his friend the pastor all that had been disturbing him. "It all began in the summer before I came to college, at the Institute here, you know, when you spoke at the camp fire on Saturday night." "I remember," the pastor replied. "You hadn't taken much interest in your future work before that?"
We must go straight on now. Good boys don't look after the birds of a Sunday." "But, Mother," said Marty, "you said you'd give half-a-crown to find the speckled turkey's nest. Mayn't I have the half-crown put into my money-box?" "We'll see about that, my lad, if you walk along now, like a good boy."
Kate, as she tied on her hat, was only too happy to be his companion. "I think," he said, "that I shall try and see Father Marty as I go back. If your mother has really heard anything about your father, she ought to have told me." "Don't be angry with mother, Fred." "I won't be angry with you, my darling," said the master with masterful tenderness.
"You give her that, Marty!" commanded Mr. Day. Janice snatched the letter when the boy held it out to her; but she flashed Marty a "Thanks, awfully!" as she ran out of the room and upstairs. Supper? What did she care for supper? In the red light of the sunset she sat by the window in her room and read Mr. Broxton Day's loving letter. It was almost like seeing and talking with Daddy!
"Marty," Grace interrupted. "I want you to walk home with me will you? Come along." And without lingering longer she took hold of Marty's arm and led her away.
"Look what this old place looked like when she come!" "She sartainly has stirred us all up." "An' look at Marty!" "I got to give her credit," admitted Mr. Day. "She's made a man of Marty. Done more for him than the school done." "But it was her started him to goin' to school ag'in." "So I tell ye," agreed Mr. Day again.
The "little uns" addressed were Marty and Tommy, boys of nine and seven, in little fustian tailed coats and knee-breeches, relieved by rosy cheeks and black eyes, looking as much like their father as a very small elephant is like a very large one.
Nora voiced in words the thoughts they all would utter "Tomorrow we must go into the forest and tell Marty and Jerry the wonderful news." "And bring back the ferns and vines for the party!" Alice and Beth were skipping around in excitement, that the grown-ups felt, but expressed in a quieter way. "Isn't it fine that you will be here for the party?"
J.W.'s holiday brought several young people together who had not met for a long time. Marty came up again, and spent the day with J.W., all over town, from the store to the house and back again. In the evening Mrs. Farwell made a feast, to which, besides Marty, Jeannette and Alma and Pastor Drury were bidden. Mrs.
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