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Stacy's face had been protected, in a measure, by the other boys who were bending over him rubbing in the sand. The unexpected bath put a sudden end to their sport, and they staggered out shouting for vengeance. They did not even know who had been the cause of their undoing. The Professor, as he walked away smiling, had handed the pails to the grinning Juan with instructions to refill them.
At the same moment Professor Zepplin had laid more violent hands on the fat boy, whom he shook until Stacy's howls lost much of their mirth. About this time Tad and Walter rode in, having hurried along upon hearing the disturbance in camp. "Stacy Brown, are you responsible for this?" demanded the Professor sternly. "I'm more to blame than he is," interposed Ned.
So it may be fairly stated that Miss Stacy's old pupils held their own in the wider arena of the academical course. Anne worked hard and steadily. Her rivalry with Gilbert was as intense as it had ever been in Avonlea school, although it was not known in the class at large, but somehow the bitterness had gone out of it.
Miss Stacy's photograph occupied the place of honor, and Anne made a sentimental point of keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it. Tonight a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance.
Whereupon the sanguine Barker perfectly convinced that she returned Stacy's admiration was seized with one of his old boyish dreams of the future, and saw Stacy happily united to her, and was only recalled to the dinner before him by its end. Then Stacy duly promenaded the great saloon with Mrs. Barker on his arm, visited the baby in her apartments, and took an easy leave.
"I understand Matthew Stacy is to be 'A Number One' in the whole business sole agent of her mother's trust; by-the-way, who was her mother?" There was a shrewd twinkle in Stacy's eye as he asked this, which Hepworth comprehended and met at once. "Her mother was the first Lady Hope, the only daughter of Lady Carset, up there at the castle.
Oh, wow!" howled the fat boy, falling off his pony in the excess of his merriment and rolling on the ground. Ned Rector sat up just in time to meet the wreck of the descending table. Down he went again with Stacy's howls ringing in his ears. A firm hand jerked Rector free of the debris as Kris Kringle laughing heartily hauled Ned to his feet.
But you were so mixed up that we couldn't fire without danger of hitting one of you boys. Wonder what those Apaches think struck them," laughed the guide. "How did you get through the fire?" Tad explained briefly; at the same time accounting for the loss of Stacy's shirt. "I bet that the fellow with the canary-wing face has a sore jaw," bubbled Stacy. "No doubt of it, Master Stacy.
A little before noon, one day near the end of the session, a member of the Senate and a member of the House rode down together in the elevator. "There's no use waiting any longer," the Senator was saying as they got in. "We're as strong now as we're going to be. It's a matter of Stacy's vote, and that's a matter of who sees him last."
He grasped Demorest's hand and then dropped the little packet into his palm, and ambled away towards Stacy and Barker. Holding the packet in his hand with an amused yet puzzled smile, Demorest watched the gambler give Stacy's hand a hearty farewell shake and a supplementary slap on the back to the delighted Barker, and then vanish in a flash of red sash and silver buttons.
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