Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The arrivals
 The old forge
 The candy pull
 The king of the village
 Winning the town boys
 Working together
 Model of the dynamo
 Colonel Jagger's bullet
 The caverns
 The ride
 A mysterious stranger
 The coaching party
 Starting the dynamo
 The electric lights go out
 The departure
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Title Page
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Table of Contents
        Page 6
    The arrivals
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
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        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    The old forge
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
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        Page 37
        Page 38
    The candy pull
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
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    The king of the village
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Winning the town boys
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
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        Page 76
        Page 76a
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Working together
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Model of the dynamo
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
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        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Colonel Jagger's bullet
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
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        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 122a
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
    The caverns
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
    The ride
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
    A mysterious stranger
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
    The coaching party
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
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        Page 172a
        Page 173
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        Page 176
        Page 177
    Starting the dynamo
        Page 178
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        Page 185
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        Page 188
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    The electric lights go out
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
        Page 197
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        Page 199
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        Page 201
    The departure
        Page 202
        Page 203
        Page 204
        Page 204a
        Page 205
        Page 206
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    Back Matter
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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THE train was late, for it had stopped
at almost every cross road on its
way to its destination. The passengers,
however, were in very good humor, largely
because the conductor was such a jolly
man. He was so large that he could
hardly make his way along the aisle of
the car, and frequently, when the train ran
swiftly around a curve, he was compelled
to sit down in the nearest seat. Some-
how he managed to sit down on the most
uproarious members of an athletic team,
who were on their way to ,Forgetown to

8 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

see a football match. The farmers and
their wives enjoyed the enforced seating
of the good-natured conductor, and the
confusion of the young athletes who really
felt pretty sore, but were obliged to ac-
cept the profuse apologies of the con-
ductor. It is true that some of the
fathers of Forgetown, in view of what
they deemed too great interest in football,
took a malicious enjoyment in the con-
ductor's lurches into the ranks of the
frantic boys, who made the train resound
with cries of Forgetown and Yorkville.
"The legislature ought to sit on 'em
in the same way," said Farmer Brown,
Mr. Pansy, the young schoolteacher
who was on his way to Forgetown to
take a position as assistant in Mr. Samp-
son's school, watched the passengers with
great interest. They were the people
with whom he must live for the coming

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year. He had discovered who was the
minister, and who was the postmaster, for
they were on the train with their wives.
There was also Farmer Brown, who let
everybody know that his son had broken
three ribs in football; and the father felt
fully as sore as the son. There was Farmer
Nash, whose great-grandfather marched
to the surrender of Cornwallis; and he
was a believer in football. The excite-
ment of the coming game in Forgetown
unlocked all the tongues; and Mr. Pansy
from his corner soon learned a great deal
in regard to the peculiarities of the inhab-
itants of his coming place of residence.
He, however, while noticing the people
about him, was not unobserved. He had
just graduated from college, and was about
to enter the world and earn his own
living. He was very boyish in appear-
ance, and his sisters, in view of the fact
that he was now to assume a dignified

io The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

position as teacher of boys, insisted that
he should wear a tall silk hat on his first
entrance into Forgetown; otherwise, the
boys would think that he was a boy like
themselves, and might treat him with dis-
respect before they found him out. This
was the reason that Mr. Pansy wore a
silk hat. He certainly looked somewhat
comical in his tall hat which surmounted
a very youthful figure. No one else in
the train had such a shining beaver, and
the minister's wife smiled at the post-
master's wife and wondered if this was
the new teacher. Mr. Pansy was too
modest to suppose that any one was
noticing him, and he forgot himself in
watching his companions. One young
man especially attracted his attention.
He got out at almost every station and
lighted a cigarette. The train hands at
the stations seemed to know him well and
called him familiarly, "Cig." Mr. Pansy

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wondered if this was an abbreviation of
cigarette, for he never seemed to be with-
out one. The fingers of his right hand
were yellow with the smoke of cigarettes,
and his face had a white parchment look.
Mr. Pansy thought that Cig might be
one of his pupils, and he did not like the
prospect. Among the passengers who
particularly attracted his attention, was a
large man who wore a black felt hat with
a particularly broad brim, and who had a
very large black moustache and long chin
whiskers. He was evidently also a new-
comer to Forgetown, for he made inquir-
ies about the hotel, and asked the genial
conductor many questions about the town,
and how much business was done there.
It was not long before he was engaged in
telling the jolly conductor his experiences
in the late war in which he acted as sur-
geon. Even the young athletes became
still in his neighborhood, as he told how

12 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

he bound up the wounds and cut off the
limbs of the soldiers. Altogether, the car
felt much impressed by this stranger who
was coming to make his home in Forge-
town. Mr. Pansy was especially struck
by the attraction which this ex-surgeon
with the swarthy whiskers had for Cig.
The latter took a seat near the surgeon
and forgot to alight at the three stations
which preceded the stop for Forgetown,
on the Brook Branch Railroad. He hung
upon the utterances of the surgeon, and
before the train reached Forgetown, he
was in close conversation with him. Mr.
Pansy did not like the looks of the sur-
geon better than those of Cig, but he
remembered the injunction of his favor-
ite professor on parting, Do not be too
final in your judgment of people," and he
hoped to get a better impression of these
two, as time went on. It was probable
that circumstances would throw them

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together, for he had heard that in a
country town one got to know everybody.
Finally the train stopped and the brake-
man sung out, "Jumping off place." Mr.
Pansy was told that the train went no
further. On descending he found that
the locomotive faced a half-finished bridge
over a foaming river. He thought at first
that there had been a washout, and he
asked one of the train hands when it
had happened.
"In the first year of King Jagger's
reign," replied the man with a grin, as he
ran forward to help unpack the baggage
"We shall have to take teams from
here," remarked a farmer who had heard
Mr. Pansy's question. The railroad has
been held up by Jagger."
"Who is this Mr. Jagger?" asked Mr.
"Oh, he owns our village," replied

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the farmer. Stranger, I presume.?
Thought so, sence you have n't heard
of Jagger. Wall, we are his slaves. I'd
invite you to ride over with me, but Miss
Brown and my Wife and I are going, and
there's only one seat." The school-
teacher thanked the farmer and looked
about for a conveyance. A broken down
and antiquated coach was already full, with
the surgeon and Cig on top, together with
the uproarious athletic element. Many
of the villagers waited for the arrival of
members of their family with carriages;
and Mr. Pansy had the opportunity of
hearing denunciations of this Mr. Jagger
who had stopped the railroad, and had
thus greatly inconvenienced the good
villagers in their goings and comings.
Good sort of man, too," said one who
was evidently a storekeeper, judging from
the number of parcels over which he stood
guard, in reply to a group of women

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who were evidently discussing this tyrant
Jagger. I'm thinking that bullet,
instead of lodging in his shoulder, has
got into his brain and has made him
The group laughed heartily at the idea.
Mr. Pansy again fell to wondering about
Mr. Jagger and the bullet; but the arrival of
a small boy with a kerridge for teacher,"
put an end to his cogitations; and acknow-
ledging himself to be the man wanted, he
mounted the rickety wagon, and his small
companion whipped up his horse. The
"jumping off place" consisted of a few
tumble down houses, with sheds for the
engine. The place had evidently once
been extensively laid out, for there were
signs of half completed roads, with sign
boards containing the grandiloquent
names, The Washington boulevard, Jef-
ferson Avenue, Jackson Street. A
large brick building for stores had been

16 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

erected close to the railroad, but it had
been long unused; for the window shut-
ters were closed, the paint on the doors
showed the effect of the sun and rain, the
sign, Emporium," hung only by one end,
and creaked "like a lost guinea hen," as
the small boy remarked who drove Mr.
Pansy. Jumping off place might
have been made a beautiful village; for
the mountains came down in beautiful lines
to it, and the river ran most picturesquely
through the gap along which Mr. Pansy
rode on his way to Forgetown. There
were marks on all sides of great upheavals
in some early period of the earth's history.
The road wound under tall cliffs, down the
sides of which masses of bowlders had
tumbled and had lodged in deep ravines,
choking them with their jagged forms.
Now and then the roaring stream beside
the road smoked, and the water turned a
curious blue tint.

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Warm springs and sulphur," remarked
the small boy, when Mr. Pansy called his
attention to the phenomenon. Any coal
mines up here ? asked the schoolteacher.
Nor," replied the driver with a snort.
" Mr. Jagger won't have any."
Again Mr. Jagger, who seemed to have
dominion even over the inside of the earth.
Mr. Pansy endeavored to find out more
about this strange person, but the small
boy did not seem disposed to talk on the
subject, perhaps because his mind was
evidently running on the football match,
and he hoped they might reach the vil-
lage in time to see the game. Mr. Pansy
learned that his companion had two
brothers, Sam, who was working "ter
Yorkville in the electrical works," and
Tim, who was "doing well. He's catch-
ing for the Yorkville nine."
After a nine mile drive, the village of
Forgetown was reached; and the small

18 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

boy said frankly, he had instructions to
"dump the teacher at the cross roads, and
go down to the mill for a bag of meal."
Accordingly, Mr. Pansy alighted and
plodded alone to the village hotel. He
was surprised to find that everybody he
accosted to ask the way, knew that he was
the new teacher. He had no idea that his
coming had been so well heralded, and it
never occurred to him that it might be his
tall hat. On his way to the hotel he passed
the village green, around which was gath-
ered a great crowd, which was watching a
football contest. The competing teams
were Mr. Sampson's school team, and the
Forgetown village team; and the boys from
Yorkville who had been on the team shouted
themselves hoarse for the Forgetown fel-
lows, for the Sampson boys seemed to be in
ill favor. Mr. Pansy noticed this with some
concern. He also perceived that the doctor
and the minister and Farmer Brown, whose

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son had broken three ribs, were among the
interested spectators, and Farmer Brown
shouted until he was hoarse, when a Forge-
town lad got the ball and sped down the
field followed by both teams. There was
a tall, powerful fellow on the Sampson
team, who attracted universal attention for
his prowess.
Tom Parrymore was his name, and it
was evident that if he could be overcome
and forced to withdraw, victory for the
Forgetown boys was certain. The young
teacher found himself watching the big
fellow with breathless interest, for he
seemed to be making a steady, honest
fight, and his opponents resorted to ques-
tionable means to down him." He, how-
ever, fought his way resolutely, and bore
down the opposition by sheer strength and
resolution. Mr. Pansy was alarmed as
he witnessed the bad blood which was
shown between the competing teams.

20 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

The Sampson school boys were evidently
disliked intensely by the village boys, and
Tom Parrymore seemed to be a target
for abuse. Mr. Pansy felt his indignation
rising often as he saw the attempts of
the Forgetown fellows to compel Tom
to leave the field. Once the latter had
the ball close to the goal, when several of
the village boys precipitated themselves
upon him, and presently there was a free
fight. The boys from Yorkville ran to-
ward the fray, and the spectators huddled
together near the combatants. Then Mr.
Pansy saw a tall, powerful figure, with a
cravat tied under the left ear, force his
way among the contestants. He recog-
nized in this personage Mr. Sampson, the
head of the boys' school. Farmer Brown
mounted the fence "to see old Sampson
give it to the boys." The sentiment of
the crowd, however, was decidedly against
the Sampson school boys, and there was

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considerable hissing when Mr. Sampson,
aided by Tom Parrymore, scattered the
knots of fighters, giving especial attention,
it seemed, to the village boys. There was
no resisting, however, the great strength
of the master and his big scholar. When
the elevens lined up again the village
boys had received such a drubbing, that
the Sampsonites had no difficulty in secur-
ing goal after goal.
Mr. Pansy heard the unflattering com-
ments in the crowd, and saw that he was
destined to be one of a disliked com-
munity. He left the football field when
the contest was over, and went to the hotel.
This stood near the bank on the main
street of the town. It had once been a
principal stopping place on an old stage
route; but it had now fallen into obscu-
rity. A few summer visitors came to
it, and in winter it was partly closed.
Mr. Pansy had hired a room in it, for

22 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

Mr. Sampson had told him that there
was no accommodation for him in the
school buildings. The landlord showed the
young schoolteacher his most undesirable
rooms first, although he acknowledged
that he had but five boarders, and that
there were forty rooms in the hotel. Per-
haps this was a method of ascertaining
what stuff this very boyish teacher with
the big hat was made of. Mr. Pansy
soon showed that he had a mind of his
own; and he chose a room which seemed
to be in the branches of a lofty tree, under
which it was said General Washington once
received the delegations of the neighboring
towns which had gathered to do him honor.
The landlord, after seeing to the transport
of the young teacher's luggage, told his
wife that the hat covered "considerable."
At supper, Mr. Pansy found the stranger
with the black swarthy whiskers, who, it
seemed, was a Dr. Bugler; he had come

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to Forgetown with the view of establishing
himself as a physician.
The young man who was called Cig,
and who came to supper late, seconded
the attempts of Dr. Bugler to poke fun
at the young teacher.
Mr. Pansy learned later that Cig, or
Mr. Charles Ferron, was a suspended
student, who was under the care of Mr.
Sampson and who was taking a few studies
at the Sampson school.
After supper the young teacher received
a visit from Mr. Sampson. The latter
gazed at the small teacher with the look
of a man inspecting his doubtful purchases
after a day's shopping. It seemed to him
that this weak looking young man could
never control the boys, and he wondered
at his own choice.
The young assistant listened to the burly
schoolmaster with attention and deference,
which showed that he sufficiently appreci-

24 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

ated the grave condition of affairs. His
quiet manner did not reassure Mr. Samp-
son; for the fight on the football field had
especially angered the latter; and the con-
sciousness of having shown a want of tact
still lingered.
Now, Mr. Pansy," said he, with a lower-
ing look at the diminutive teacher, that
Tom Parrymore, centre rush, is the plague
of my life. I took his part to-day; but I
really would have enjoyed seeing him get
a good drubbing. He defies me, and what
can you do with him what, what ? Mr.
Sampson ejaculated these words with the
snap and the snarl of a man who had felt
muscles stronger than his own.
We will see when the occasion arises,"
replied Mr. Pansy, calmly. The school-
teacher glared at his assistant for a mo-
ment, and then whisked out of the room,
his cravat riding up on the back of his
collar. In a moment more he returned

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and said: Be careful what you say to
that suspended student, Charles Ferron,
who rooms in this hotel. I shall have
something to tell you about him."
Mr. Pansy stood in the middle of his
room long after the disappearance of Mr.
Sampson, in deep thought. It was evident
that he was entering upon perilous times.

26 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.



M R. SAMPSON was an Englishman,
the third son of a poor baronet.
He was a graduate of Oxford and had been
in the army; having resigned his posi-
tion he came to America and started a
sheep farm. He was unsuccessful in his
new venture, and after a time he took up
teaching. Some of his English friends
in America knew of his unusual attain-
ments, and sent their boys to study under
him, and to these were added in time
a number of American boys. Imagine
a powerfully built man of six feet stature,
with long arms, a head covered with iron
gray hair which curled tightly, excepting

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one long lock which fell over his forehead.
The boys said he let this curl grow long in
order that he might watch them from behind
it. He wore an old-fashioned cravat such
as one sees represented in portraits of the
statesmen of the time of Jefferson. It was
wound several times around the neck, and
the knot was continually shifting in posi-
tion. Sometimes the ends stood up over
the right ear and sometimes over the left.
He always wore a long black coat, the tails
of which flapped freely as he strode along.
The little boys fairly shivered when he
entered the schoolroom of his new assistant
Mr. Pansy. The latter found that he was
expected to be extremely rigid with the
boys; for the former assistants of Mr.
Sampson had failed to maintain discipline
in the schoolroom.
When the little schoolteacher took his
place at the' end of the schoolroom, a titter
of merriment was heard. He was so small

28 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

that it hardly seemed worth while to Tom
Parrymore to badger him.
The new teacher," said the latter, one
afternoon, to his cousin, Henry Granby,
who had just returned to school from a
short absence, is going to show the boys
how to start the old water-wheel at the
"It's only a new scheme to teach us
Greek," replied Henry, contemptuously.
"You will remember that old Sampson
invited us to his house one evening to play
games, and we found that the object of the
games was practice in distinguishing be-
tween the Greek subjunctive and the opta-
tive. I believe the new teacher is going
to try something of this sort. I'm tired
of going to school; and I want to go out
into the great world where I can play a
man's part."
"Old Sampson was pretty dry this
morning in explaining the optative, when

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we were reading the legend of Prome-
theus," replied Tom. Ridiculous story
too, a man chained to a rock for stealing
fire from heaven, with an eagle plucking
at him for ages. An eagle does not live
more than twenty-five years. It's a story
for children," said Tom, contemptuously.
Henry linked his arm affectionately in that
of his cousin, and the two concluded to go
to the old forge, curious to see how Mr.
Pansy would contrive to make the great
wheel turn, and how he would teach Greek
by means of it; for they were fully per-
suaded that this was his object. The old
forge was in a romantic valley, through
which a mountain stream tumbled over
rocks and between precipitous cliffs. It
had once been a prosperous forge; for
there was an iron mine in the hills; and
the ore had been melted and then worked
by the water power into iron bars and iron
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which surrounded the forge was visited by
the white-throated thrush, which seemed
to have a great affection for the secluded
spot. The school boys, returning from
trouting expeditions, often lingered near
the forge in the twilight to hear the song
of this bird. So shy and retiring was this
poet of the deep woods that the boys
rarely saw it, even when its notes sounded
near them in the tree-tops.
In the years gone by, ruddy lights had
flashed on the whirling river until mid-
night, as the workmen bent and fashioned
the iron in the ponderous machines which
the great water-wheel set in motion. In
time, however, the supply of iron in the
mountains had grown less; richer mines
had been discovered further down the
valley, and the forge had been abandoned.
The roofs of the buildings had fallen
in, and the wheel had been injured by
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ing stream each spring. The abandoned
forge was a romantic spot to many of the
school boys, and, at times, attempts had
been made by some of the most adven-
turous to start the machinery; but the task
was too great, and the forge remained an
object with an interesting history of past
activity, and full of suggestions of what a
boy might do if he could only get a little
help. Certainly that wheel could be made
to turn again, and with a gear here and a
cog-wheel there wonderful machines could
be made. No boy, however, had succeeded
in doing more than setting a grindstone in
motion by a small imitation of the big
wheel. On this grindstone the boys sharp-
ened their jack-knives. When, therefore,
the new teacher. said that he proposed to
set the big wheel in motion, all the boys
followed him to the forge; many with the
feeling expressed by Tom Parrymore, that
this was only a dodge to teach the differ-

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ence between the Greek subjunctive and
the Greek optative.
Mr. Pansy, however, said not a word
about Greek, but divided the boys into
squads and assigned each party to a parti-
cular work. It is true that he remarked,
when a thunder-storm swept over the
hills above the forge, that Prometheus
was groaning to Jupiter and asking to
be freed from imprisonment in the bed
of the river. This enigmatical remark
made Tom Parrymore shiver; for he had
become intensely interested in the me-
chanical deftness of the new teacher, and
he had not seen any attempt to teach
Greek by means of the water-wheel. This
remark put him on his guard. He was
not going to be led blindly into a new
attempt to make him study by an appear-
ance of play. Mr. Pansy told the boys
that when they got the big wheel to
revolving, it would not be difficult to con-

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struct, by means of the old disused machin-
ery, an apparatus to light the forge by
While the boys were busily at work
prying the water-wheel back into position,
Henry Granby thought he saw a pair of
eyes watching him in a copse of alders
that overhung the stream. He said noth-
ing, but under pretext of getting a lever
from an old fence, walked toward the
alders. He saw the form of a town boy
wriggle under the bushes, and disappear
down a lane which led to the village road.
At the same time he saw other forms
lurking behind trees. It was evident that
the Townies were watching the operation
of the school boys and probably meant
mischief. When Henry returned he told
his cousin Tom what he had seen. The
latter proposed to start a chase for the
conspirators; but Henry thought it would
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latter, on being informed of the spying
action of the town boys, looked grave.
"If we could invite the town boys to
witness our work and to aid us, I think
they would not think of mischief," said
the young teacher.
"Oh, sir!" exclaimed Johnnie Nelson,
"you don't know the badness of those
town boys; we have tried kindness but
without success. They want to whip us,
and then they will be happy." When
Tom Parrymore heard the new teacher
speak of inviting the town boys to witness
their labor, he dropped his work indig-
nantly and strode to the door of the forge.
Henry put his hand upon his cousin's arm
and his gentle whisper, The new teacher
does not know the Townies," brought the
boy back, and he began again to follow
the directions of Mr. Pansy.
Mr. Pansy soon discovered that there
were two cliques in the school, which were

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almost at war with each other. Tom
Parrymore was the leader of one of these
parties, and Tim Flynders was at the
head of the other. In consequence of the
existence of these parties there were two
football teams, which played against each
other with far more interest and acrimony
than they did against the town football
team. Mr. Pansy endeavored to awaken
the interest of both parties in a common
object; and before he had been at the
school a week all the boys were at the
forge clearing away the debris, and busily
planning ways and means to start the
water-wheel and set all the disused and
dismantled machinery in motion. The
wheel had been thrown from its bearings
by a spring flood; and the sluice-way
which formerly delivered the water to the
buckets of the wheel had been filled up.
Mr. Pansy showed the boys how to ar-
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its bearings. It seemed impossible, at
first, to move the wheel, for it was im-
mensely heavy, and its radial arms had
become twisted and entangled with a mass
of old iron and bowlders. The young
teacher showed himself a master in the
art of applying muscular strength. Work-
ing at the end of a great piece of timber
with a squad of boys, he taught them the
laws of the lever, and showed them that
by lengthening the distance between the
stone which served as a fulcrum and the
point where they applied their strength,
they could raise a very great weight.
Under the efforts of the boys, the wheel
began to lose its dismantled character
and to assume an upright position. Mr.
Pansy told another squad of boys to
attach a rope to the axle of the wheel, and
to pass it over a pulley which was sus-
pended from the old rafters of the forge;
and so the wheel was slowly raised and

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then lowered upon its bearings. Mr. Pansy
pointed out that the sluice-way must be
cleared of debris, and it would be neces-
sary to repair the gates which shut off the
water from the wheel.
The new teacher apparently made no
effort to teach Greek or physics by means
of the great wheel; and the boys became
intensely interested in the idea of light-
ing the forge by electricity. Mr. Pansy
showed them that the revolutions of the
wheel could communicate the power of
the water to the great shaft which ran
along beneath the rafters of the forge,
and could make it turn. If a belt were
slipped over a suitable pulley on this shaft
it could turn almost any machine that
might be devised; and why not an elec-
trical machine? The plan was a most
captivating one; for there is a strange
fascination in seeing wheels go round.
Every boy speedily had a different machine

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with as many gear-wheels as an untrained
dramatist has characters in his first play;
and each inventor longed for the oppor-
tunity to make his wheels gear into some-
It is true that Mr. Pansy often referred
to the combined labors in the forge during
the recitations in physics. It seemed
very natural, however, that he should do
so; for he apparently disliked the dry
text-book as much as the students, and
was as glad as Johnnie Nelson was when
the latter found a mistake in the third
place of decimals in a statement in the

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T HE young schoolmaster after his first
week at the school felt very much
discouraged. He saw that Mr. Sampson
had lost control of the boys, and further
evidence came to light of the existence of
a bitter feud between the school boys
and the village boys. The parents of the
village boys evidently, judging from con-
versations which Mr. Pansy often over-
heard on the village street as he stepped
into the post-office, -remarks which were
called forth by the youthful appearance of
the new teacher, -were taking the sides
of their boys. That's the new centre
rush they've got up to the Academy,"
said an old farmer, who had driven an old

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white mare accompanied by its black foal
into town, and who was discussing the
state of the weather at the moment Mr.
Pansy appeared. The latter heard the
remark and the shout of laughter. When
he came out of the post-office he fixed
his eyes sternly on the farmer, and walked
away with great dignity. His figure was
very erect but his spirits were very low.
When he reached his room he threw open
the blinds, and flinging himself down
on the old-fashioned settle where prob-
ably Washington once sat after attend-
ing a wrangling meeting of his officers,
he thought over the perplexing situation.
Presently a thought came to him, how
he knew not. He had been thinking of
the many annoyances of the first weeks;
and he reflected how pleasant the after-
noon hours were when the boys worked
in the old forge, and when, sitting by
the roaring and tossing stream, he forgot,

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in viewing the wild freedom of Nature, his
vexatious bounds and limitations. Why
should he not set the quarrelsome and tur-
bulent element in the town to work to
curb a wilder element than themselves?
Why should not these boys be inter-
ested in a plan to light the village streets
by means of the water power which
was going to waste? The young school-
teacher jumped up in a mood of ecstasy.
In this way one might overcome the bad
feeling between them and the school
boys. Mr. Pansy paced to and fro in
great exhilaration of spirits. He saw in
his mind's eye the great dynamo already
at work and the dark streets of the village
lighted brilliantly. He immediately began
to sketch out his plans, and continued
busily at work until the hotel gong sounded
for supper. The proprietor of the village
hotel had been restricted in his celebration
of Fourth of July in his youth; he had

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never been allowed to make noise enough,
and he took great pleasure in sounding the
gong three times a day.
Mr. Pansy was very silent at the supper
table that evening, for he was busily think-
ing out the details of his great scheme.
The new doctor amused himself by chaf-
fing him, and he set the table in a roar sev-
eral times by evoking irrelevant remarks
from Mr. Pansy. Ferron also followed in
the wake of the doctor, and the daughters of
a village tradesman were immensely amused
by the bright remarks of the persecutors,
and were not very successful in concealing
their laughing faces behind their teacups
when the new teacher suddenly gazed at
them. Miss Flora Lorn, the elder, in
describing to her friend Hebe Swaim, the
village belle, the young teacher, said that
he was a "ridiculous mite, and lived on
butterflies' wings."
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supper was over; he refused an offer to
join the doctor and Ferron in a smoke,
and went to his room to work out his
scheme. He placed his lamp upon the
small centre table, and taking out his
drawing utensils, began a drawing of the
location of the streets of the village as
far as his knowledge extended. While
he was bending over his work he heard
a sudden crash, the room was filled with
fragments of broken glass, and the light
went out. 'Some one had evidently thrown
a stone through the window. Mr. Pansy
went quickly to the window and looked
out. No one was to be seen; but there was
a hollow sound as if from retreating foot-
steps. In a moment a knock was heard
at the door, and on opening it Mr. Pansy
found Charles Ferron.
Bless me! cried the latter, peering
into the room. "Where's your light?
Do you usually sit in the dark?"

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Somebody has thrown a stone through
my window," said Mr. Pansy.
Those village scamps, I'11 be bound,"
remarked Ferron, watching the teacher
relight his lamp. They are a precious
set." With great assiduity he helped Mr.
Pansy pick up the fragments of glass.
The teacher thought that he detected
an expression of amusement in his visitor's
face as he gazed, after the lamp had been
relighted, at the yawning hole in the win-
dow. This young man filled him with a
sense of distrust, and he estimated how
many minutes had elapsed from the instant
the stone struck the window to the appear-
ance of his visitor at the door. He did not
show his distrust, however, and accepted
the profuse attentions of Ferron, in his
usual quiet manner. After a cloth had
been pinned over the hole in the window,
to keep out the fresh night wind, Ferron
stretched himself on the lounge, and pro-

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ceeded to inform the young teacher of the
situation of affairs in the village. Accord-
ing to him, the place was the most des-
picable on the continent. Old Sampson
was a beast, and had a set of young ruf-
fians in his school. Old Sampson was
not a gentleman. Mr. Pansy wondered,
as he heard his principal thus denounced,
whether Ferron was a gentleman himself in
thus pronouncing upon the qualifications
of another. After treating the school and
all connected with it with contempt, Ferron
spoke of the one horse village, in a similar
manner, although in his opinion the high
school teacher understood his business
better than old Sampson. There were
some pretty nice country girls in the place.
" Not half bad, you know." The country
minister, however, was one of your old
puritans who did n't believe in card play-
ing, and would n't permit late parties Sat-
urday nights, and regulated the kind of

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books the young ladies read. Ferron told
how the college authorities had unjustly
treated him, and had banished him to this
remote village.
Ferron evidently wished to give Mr.
Pansy the impression that he was the only
student under Mr. Sampson who was on
good terms with the village folk. As proof
of this, he stated that he had repeatedly
been chosen umpire of the baseball and
football games between the academy boys
and the town boys. He stated also that
he was invited to all the entertainments
given in the village community. He then
proceeded to relate some amusing scenes
he had witnessed at the village balls, and
he spoke of his particular girls. He had
come that evening to invite Mr. Pansy to
a candy pull, where he could make the ac-
quaintance of the other set, "not the
academic set, you know."
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broad and liberal way. He had been told
that he could bring the new teacher, and
it seemed to him highly desirable that Mr.
Pansy should occupy, like himself, a neutral
position between the warring factions.
The schoolteacher was slowly forming his
impressions of the young man as he talked
in an apparently frank and friendly manner,
smoking a cigarette as if it were a trifle
somewhat in the way and soon to be dis-
posed of. Mr. Pansy resolved to accom-
pany his visitor to the village entertain-
ment, for he thought it was highly desirable
that he should become acquainted with the
town set, as Ferron termed the town peo-
ple. Accordingly he arrayed himself in
evening dress, while Cig, reclining on the
lounge, was apparently absorbed in watch-
ing rings of tobacco smoke. Mr. Pansy
was surprised that Ferron was not in even-
ing dress; perhaps it was not etiquette to
go to a candy pull in such dress. The young

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schoolteacher had very decided opinions
of one's social obligations. It was after
dinner and he was to be a guest, and he
accordingly did not feel it necessary to
consult Ferron on the matter. He took
his silk hat, and a pair of gloves, and
Ferron jumped up with a bland smile and
said, All ready ?"
The night was a dark one and the village
streets were not lighted, save where a lamp
from a house threw a beam across the
rough streets. Mr. Pansy thought of his
scheme of lighting the village by electricity,
and he longed to accomplish it. Ferron
pointed out a distant house which was
brilliantly lighted as the scene of the candy
pull, and proposed that they should cut
across lots. Mr. Pansy was compelled to
accede. Ferron jumped over a rail fence,
and his companion followed, only to find
himself in a swampy piece of ground.
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cried Ferron. Keep to the right!"
The schoolteacher had already wet his
feet, and was struggling to regain firmer
We are almost there," said Ferron.
Suddenly a roar was heard, and a great
animal loomed up in the darkness.
Look out for the bull !" cried Ferron,
rushing down a slope and vaulting a fence.
Mr. Pansy followed, and, in jumping the
fence, knocked off his silk hat which rolled
down the village road and was brought
back by Ferron, who was coughing and
gasping with effort. It seemed to the
young teacher as if he were striving to
stifle laughter. "We shall see who will
come out ahead," said Mr. Pansy noncha-
lantly to himself. Ferron's manner, when
they reached the front door of the farm-
house, was quiet and composed; and he
was full of regrets at the mishaps which
his companion had suffered. The door

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of the house was opened by a bevy of
girls who upbraided Ferron for being so
late. Mr. Pansy caught a glimpse of a
large party of boys and girls, having
a merry time in the quaint low-studded
rooms of a house that had been built in
the times of King George. Ferron intro-
duced him with great ceremony, as the new
teacher. The boys caught a look of mis-
chief in Ferron's eyes and ogled each other,
and looked expressively at the evening
dress of the visitor. The girls, on the other
hand, were impressed by the appearance of
the well-dressed young man. Ferron in-
troduced the teacher to Miss Hebe Swaim,
a tall, handsome girl who was the belle of
the village, and then disappeared among
the candy pullers. Miss Swaim explained
to Mr. Pansy the art of candy pulling.
After the molasses had been sufficiently
boiled and mixed with certain ingredients,
portions of it were taken out of the pot

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and given to parties of boys and girls who
pulled it out into strands and ropes. This
operation was enlivened by various inge-
nious devices to make fun. After the
candy had been sufficiently pulled, there
was to be a dance.
Mr. Pansy listened to the young girl's
account with great interest, and was full
of appreciation of the mirthful occasion.
He hoped to have the pleasure of dancing
with her, if she would excuse the condition
of his shoes; for he had come thither
across a wet piece of ground. Miss Hebe
asked which way he had come, and Mr.
Pansy related his adventures. He saw a
look of indignation come over her face, and
she glanced at Ferron who, in the midst of
a lot of boys and young men, was telling
something with great glee. He had a way
of bending his knees and walking about, as
if the laugh which was about to issue was
too heavy for him to carry.

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The young girl refused to pull some
candy with a boy who had evidently
enjoyed Ferron's account of how he had
led the new teacher through a swamp in
his fine clothes, and taking a batch from
some of the younger girls, she initiated Mr.
Pansy into the art of pulling the candy.
"I have never seen this operation
before," said he, as he drew a long rope
of the candy from the mass in her shapely
hands, and moulded it according to her
directions; and then in turn watched her
deftly take some of his portion and draw
him and the candy toward her. Some-
how she seemed to be able to pull him
and the candy toward her easier than he
could pull her and the candy toward
himself. It was warm work, and a beauti-
ful color mounted to her cheeks as they
pulled the candy. She asked him about
his college life, and he in turn inquired
about her life in the country about the

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books she had read and the journeys she
had taken. They seemed to agree wonder-
fully in their tastes, and Mr. Pansy
thought that candy pulling was really
delightful. Presently it was announced
that the candy had been sufficiently
pulled: it had become of a firm yellow
consistency, and when it grew cold it
promised to be brittle. The rooms were
cleared for the dance. While the chairs
were being removed from the centre of the
rooms and were being placed close to
the walls, which were covered with old-
fashioned figured designs, several young
girls rushed up to Hebe Swaim and
whispered in her ear, and then, having
unburdened their minds, quickly mingled
with the busy party which was setting the
room to rights. Presently Ferron, who had
assumed the position of floor director,
came to Hebe and asked her hand for the

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"I shall dance with Mr. Pansy," she
said, with uplifted head. The latter could
hardly believe his senses, and as he whirled
away with her he saw a wicked look on the
young man's face.
Mr. Pansy found that he was dancing
with the princess of the evening, and he
noticed lowering looks on the counte-
nances of the young men who gathered
at the door and looked in upon the dance.
After the first dance Miss Swaim sent for
the tallest of the group, a great hulking
fellow who was centre rush on the village
football team, and entered into an ani-
mated conversation with him. At least,
it was animated on her part.
"I am ashamed of you," said she.
"You do not act like gentlemen. The
new teacher is our guest, and you have
been putting candy into his silk hat."
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Well, you looked on and did not cry
out 'For shame.'" Having thus expressed
herself to the centre rush, she summoned
the left field and exposed his delinquency
also in a most decided manner.
Then another dance was on. Mr.
Pansy whirled about, first with one vil-
lage beauty and then with another; and
the girls all decided that he was a beau-
tiful dancer. He was making friends
among the girls; but at the same time,
perhaps he was antagonizing the boys.
What would be his future? This thought
filled his mind with apprehension even
when he felt his senses thrill with the
dance music. He had just handed his
partner to a seat when Miss Swaim, who
had been arranging the figure for the last
dance, beckoned to him with her fan.
"I hear," said she, "that my servant
Shas not come for me. May I ask you to
escort me home ?"

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Mr. Pansy felt his heart leap. A walk
home with her would be a fitting end to
a night of great pleasure. He said this
with a look which cannot be fitly de-
scribed in words; those who have been
in similar situations can imagine it.
Ferron, who had been very active dur-
ing the evening festivities, approached
Miss Swaim as she descended the stairs
clad in street dress, and asked if he might
have the pleasure of escorting her home.
I have an escort," she answered curtly,
turning to Mr. Pansy, who stood hat in
hand beside the open door.
"I am afraid there is candy in your
hat, Mr. Pansy," said she, stepping into
the darkness. "I was told that those
rude boys put some in it."
"It will be a sweet memento of the
evening," replied her companion gayly.
" Boys will be boys, you know; and then,
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told her as they walked along the village
road, how he was interesting the academy
boys in building a dynamo, and how he
hoped to heal the enmity between them
and the village boys. Miss Swaim listened
attentively, and showed her great interest
by weighing the probabilities of success.
"You will do a great work," said she
with enthusiasm, "if you can regulate
those harum-scarum academy boys and
these scarum-harum village boys. I asked
you to escort me home, Mr. Pansy, for
one very particular reason, besides," and
here her voice faltered a moment, besides
the pleasure I knew I should have in
learning your plans. I wished to warn
you against a young man whom you are
destined to meet very often."
Mr. Ferron ? asked the young teacher.
"Mr. Ferron," replied his companion.
"He is a subtle mischief-maker, forever
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pleases the rougher fellows. I fear that
he is teaching the farmer boys some very
bad practices. You are aware that he
has been suspended from college for a
disgraceful act, and he is here under
the charge of Mr. Sampson and the
"I have seen his kind before," replied
Mr. Pansy. Not just his kind-"
No, that would be impossible," inter-
posed his companion.
But something similar," continued the
young teacher with an unconcerned laugh.
How beautiful the night is when one
walks through country lanes just as the
full moon rises above the horizon.
The yellow lights in the peaceful homes
by the wayside appeared to the young
teacher to be radiant with kindness, and
it did not seem possible that there could
be enmity in the world.
Mr. Pansy lingered at the doorstep of

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Miss Swaim's home. They had been talk-
ing merrily together on a variety of sub-
jects. Now, when the time of parting
had arrived, a curious silence descended
upon them; words seemed lacking. So
Mr. Pansy abruptly ejaculated, "Good-
night," and plunged down the lane which
led to the distant village. There was no
one to take him across lots. The devious
lanes were long enough to enable him to
compute how many electric lamps he
should need, what size wire he should
use, and to think over also the events of
the evening in which a certain young
lady had borne such a prominent part.

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M R. PANSY was not long in reach-
ing the conclusion that Ferron
had determined to amuse himself with
the new teacher, out of love for practical
jokes, or possibly from fear of a rival.
Mr. Pansy resolved to study the char-
acter of the influence which this young
man apparently exercised in the town.
During the first few days of experience
in Mr. Sampson's school, he discovered
that Ferron had come to the village with
the reputation of being the best pitcher
of any of the college baseball nines.
Here was one secret of his influence
both with the town boys and the acad-

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emy boys. No sooner had any academy
boy shown athletic prominence than
something ridiculous happened which
led to his resuming the subordinate
position from which he had begun to
emerge. Mr. Pansy discovered that Fer-
ron's opinions were quoted in regard to
the various scrapes in which Mr. Sampson
detected his boys. He therefore endeav-
ored to ascertain from the latter whether
he knew anything positively against
Ferron except his habits of idleness.
The head-master was so strongly preju-
diced against cigarette smoking and
Ferron, that he was ready to believe
that he was the cause of all the bad
happenings in the town.
Mr. Pansy then determined to make the
acquaintance of the high school teacher,
Mr. Toombs, and ascertain his views in
regard to the young man. Mr. Toombs
and Mr. Sampson had very little inter-

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course with each other; and there always
seemed to be some misunderstanding
between them apart from the rival en-
counters of their pupils. The English-
man believed in the rigorous training
which he had had at Rugby, and felt
undisguised contempt for the interest
which Mr. Toombs showed in his boys'
captures of butterflies, and in their geo-
logical excursions. He usually referred
to the high school as that Kinder-
garten." Mr. Toombs was so much
convinced that Mr. Sampson's methods of
teaching were antiquated that he lost no
opportunity of endeavoring to convince
him of this, a method of procedure which
was not calculated to bring about the
desired result with a man of Mr. Sampson's
nature. Mr. Toombs, Mr. Pansy dis-
covered, felt considerable sympathy for
Mr. Ferron. The latter had stated his
conviction to the high school teacher

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that his lack of interest in his college
studies had been due to their classical na-
ture, and that if he had become interested
in botany and geology he might not have
been suspended. Mr. Toombs disap-
proved entirely of Mr. Sampson's present
course with Mr. Ferron. Mr. Pansy,
therefore, ceased to discuss Ferron, and
broached his plan of lighting the town by
electricity. Mr. Toombs said that it would
be absolutely necessary to obtain the con-
sent of Colonel Jagger to the plan of
lighting the village. Mr. Pansy had been
gradually learning about the autocratic
Colonel Jagger during his residence in the
town, and he wished to meet him. Mr.
Toombs, therefore, appointed an evening
when they should call upon that gentleman
and present the plan of the great undertak-
ing. On the way to Colonel Jagger's, the
high school teacher ran on thus about the
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The village of Forgetown was said
to be Colonel Jagger, and vice versa,
Colonel Jagger was the village. He was
a man of imperious temper, who after the
civil war had retired to his large posses-
sions in the mountain valley, disgusted
with the outcome of the contest and with
the new order of government in his native
state. He lived in an old mansion which
resembled a Greek temple. It had large
fluted wooden columns in front which
held the roof of an extensive veranda;
and down the garden walk near the
mansion was a row of cabins which
had once been occupied by Colonel Jag-
ger's slaves. They were closed now and
the windows boarded in. The village was a
straggling one, with one main street upon
which was the old inn and the two prin-
cipal stores, the bank and the post-office.
Colonel Jagger owned most of the
town; and he was determined to keep out

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the element which had made the town
of Yorkville farther down the valley
another name for disorder. No doubt oil
and coal could be found in Forgetown;
but Colonel Jagger owned all the land on
which it would pay to prospect, and he
declared that no one should start a forge
or sink an oil well while he lived. The
business men one by one left the village;
and their places were taken by a few
people who desired to live in quiet in a
beautiful mountain home.
The colonel went through the war,"
said Mr. Toombs as they walked along the
avenue which led to the mansion house,
and he was shot at Petersburg. The sur-
geons said he was shot in the back. Col-
onel Jagger said that he never turned his
back to a foe, and insisted that the wound
they probed for the bullet was not a bullet
wound, and that a wound on his breast was
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rate he was disabled, whether he was hit
by a bullet in the back or in the breast,
and his case was more or less a mystery to
the surgeons in the hospital. A bullet
entering the back under the shoulder-
blades might have caused the symptoms
observed. Colonel Jagger swore at them
roundly for even suggesting that he 'had
been hit in the back. The wound they
probed was a wound from some sharp stick
which penetrated him as he fell over in the
fierce attack on the redoubts. I suppose
that the mystery of that bullet wound has
embittered the colonel and made him
crochetty and sensitive."
It won't do to mention bullet wounds,"
whispered the high school teacher, as the
two men mounted the steps of the veranda
and sounded the door knocker. A colored
servant answered their summons, and
ushered them into the presence of Colonel
Jagger who was smoking in his library.

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Mr. Pansy saw a man with shaggy hair
and with an iron-gray moustache, who
made them welcome with great cordiality
of manner. Mr. Toombs introduced his
companion as the new assistant of Mr.
Sampson, and Colonel Jagger was pleased
to meet him, especially in company with
Mr. Toombs; for he informed Mr. Pansy
that there had been a most unfortunate
rivalry between the academy and the high
school, a rivalry very detrimental to the
village, and it was pleasant to see teachers
of the two institutions on good footing with
each other. Mr. Toombs referred to Mr.
Pansy's labors in interesting his boys in
science, and he said that the latter was
endeavoring to teach science in the acad-
emy in a practical way by setting the boys
to work in the old forge, and showing them
how the unused water power could run a
dynamo machine, similar to one which
might be used to light the village.

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"We '11 call a halt right there," said the
colonel in a testy manner. "All right to
interest the boys, but the experiments
should be confined to the forge and
should not be extended to the village.
Every man in this town has got a lan-
tern. It was so when I was a boy, and
the world has n't grown a bit better
than in those old days, -grown worse I
Mr. Toombs mildly suggested that an
electric lamp in front of the bank would be
an improvement. The colonel saw very
little use for it. Electric lights would con-
vert the town into another Yorkville, their
introduction would lead to many other so-
called improvements, and the town would
speedily cease to be an abode for a gentle-
man. Mr. Pansy saw that it would be no
use to urge his plan at present upon Col-
onel Jagger. The conversation drifted
to other matters, and on the way home,

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Mr. Toombs expressed himself much dis-
appointed at the result of their visit, for it
was plain that the autocrat of the village
was opposed to such an innovation ; but
Mr. Pansy was not discouraged, for his
mind was full of new plans.

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M R. TOOMBS suggested that Mr.
Pansy should address the high
school boys on the subject of utilizing the
water-fall at the old forge. He thought
that a spirit of friendly emulation might
be stimulated between his boys and Samp-
son's boys which would take the place of
the present deplorable enmity, due he must
say in his opinion largely to Mr. Sampson.
There was no reason why all of Sampson's
boys should not be as friendly as Mr.
Ferron for instance.
Do you know Mr. Ferron well ? asked
Mr. Pansy.
"No," said the schoolteacher, with sud-

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den Yankee caution. Did you know him
before you came here? "
No," replied the young schoolteacher.
He seems a bright young fellow, good-
hearted, thoroughly democratic," said Mr.
Toombs with a feeling of reassurement.
Mr. Pansy accepted the proposition of
Mr. Toombs and addressed the school on
the subject of lighting the village. At the
time appointed, the scholars had been
gathered by the high school teacher in the
principal room of the school, and were in
an attitude of derisive attention. The
young teacher felt when he arose to address
them, that if Mr. Toombs had not been
present, pandemonium would have reigned.
Several great hulking fellows were afflicted
by severe fits of coughing; and some of
the younger boys lost control of the lids of
desks, which fell with loud reports. Miss
Hebe Swaim gazed at Mr. Pansy with an
air of respectful attention. Occasionally

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she looked at the would-be turbulent boys
with a fine scorn in her eyes, which had a
moral effect, and when the clear voice of
Mr. Pansy was heard, the disturbing ele-
ment subsided. He described in a very
simple manner his plan of lighting the
streets, and of utilizing the energy which
was running to waste. The boys followed
him closely as long as he confined himself
to accounts of how to make the revolving
parts and how to lead the electricity hither
and thither, and the precautions which
must be taken to prevent the farmers' cows
from receiving shocks, and how a live wire
might bring the turbulent career of Farmer
Ides' bull (Farmer Ides was the enemy of
all the boys) to a peaceful close. When,
however, Mr. Pansy, warming up with his
theme and stimulated by the glowing eyes
of the village beauty, spoke of Prometheus
bound beneath the running stream and
compelled to turn the water-wheel to light

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the world, dry coughs were heard again,
and a small boy fell from his seat with a
loud crash.
On the whole the address was a success,
and at recess time the boys crowded about
Mr. Pansy and proposed ingenious modi-
fications of his scheme. They had heard
that it was possible to charge batteries by
water power and to propel vehicles by
such batteries. Why could not the distant
farmhouses be provided with batteries,
which could be carried like milk cans?
Why could not the mowing machines be
run by their aid? The young school-
teacher explained that at present the ex-
pense of the batteries and their weight was
too great. A light wagon with bicycle
wheels, however, could easily be run by
such batteries. It would be interesting
to make plans for such a vehicle. Several
of the boys wanted their names put down
for a course in planning a bicycle wagon.

74 The Resolute Mr. Pansy.

It was evident that great interest had
been aroused in the school; and Mr.
Pansy and Mr. Toombs congratulated
each other. The two teachers felt that
they had simultaneously hit upon a method
of teaching physical science which would
relieve them of the necessity of work;
for the scholars would be carried forward
by their interest.
When the young teacher left the school-
room, he heard the small boy who had
lost his equilibrium, say,--
"There goes Mr. Pansy; ain't he a
daisy ? "
In the athletic contests between the
high school boys and the academy boys,
there had always been disputes about the
true time made in the mile runs. Ferron
often served as umpire. His decisions
seemed to rankle in the minds of both con-
testing teams, yet he was always selected
as a judge; for he was a collegian, and

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had come from the great outer world to
the simple village of Forgetown. Mr.
Pansy felt that the first step to be taken
in bringing about a better state of feeling
between the town boys and the academy
boys would be to get rid of the influence
of Ferron. The latter had brought into
the town peculiar views in regard to the
training necessary for feats of strength;
and his advice was followed by Tom
Parrymore, the great athlete of the acad-
emy, and by Lem Salters, his principal
competitor among the town boys. Mr.
Pansy had taken while in college many
instantaneous views of athletes when they
were engaged in feats of skill, and he in-
vited the two rivals to his room to look
them over, and to consider the proper
attitude to take in throwing the hammer
or in pitching a baseball. It was a bold
attempt to bring the great rivals together
in a friendly consultation; but circum-

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stances favored the plan of Mr. Pansy,
for the athletic team in Yorkville had
challenged the best that Forgetown could
produce to a contest of skill. The meet-
ing of the rivals was constrained at first;
but the two men finally became convinced
from a study of the photographs, that
Ferron's advice in regard to the best way
of using their muscles was wrong.
Mr. Pansy suggested that the foot races
could be accurately timed by stretching
fine threads across the running track which,
,on being broken by the runners, would set
free a simple electrical mechanism which
would exactly register the instant of start-
ing in the race and the time of crossing
the line at the finish. This device im-
mensely interested the high school boys,
for it promised to settle the oft mooted
question of the relative merits of Tom
Parrymore and Lem Salters. The latter,
a town boy, immediately began to construct


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the apparatus. The chief difficulty in the
way of realizing the plan of the teacher
seemed to be in getting a little cylinder
or drum to revolve at a known rate of
speed by means of clock-work. This
cylinder was covered with a sheet of
smoke blackened paper, and a little pointer
connected with an electromagnet drew a
line on the smoked paper as the cylinder
revolved. At the instant of starting the
race the pointer made an indentation on
the line which it drew on the cylinder,
and also a similar break in the line at the
finish of the race. The distance between
these indentations or breaks in the line
on the blackened cylinder marked the
exact time between the beginning and
the end of the race. This arrangement
Mr. Pansy called an electric chronograph.
After many consultations with the clock-
makers in Yorkville the chronograph was
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and were continually making trials of
speed. Mr. Sampson looked at the ap-
paratus with contempt. "The Greeks
had no such thing," he remarked. Such
contrivances will make machines of boys."
Mr. Pansy gently argued that if the time
of a race was to be measured, it should be
done with the highest degree of accuracy
attainable. Mr. Sampson finally roared
out, "The Greeks had no stop watches,"
and disappeared with long strides into
his sanctum.
The athletic contest at Yorkville was a
great success, and the honors were equally
divided between the academy boys and
the high school boys. The Yorkville fel-
lows showed a deplorable lack of training.

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T HE first step in bringing the warring
factions together and in interesting
them in a common object having been
successful, Mr. Pansy finally decided upon
another plan of action. Having obtained
from Mr. Toombs the names of the prin-
cipal town boys who were the most
aggressive in their attitude toward the
academy boys, he invited them to meet
him in his room to discuss a plan of
lighting the village by electricity. He
had arranged a little collation consisting
of ice cream and cake, and the great
fellows who had come to make fun of
the new teacher and to show him how
little they thought of his flock of lambs,

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as the academy boys were called, forgot
their belligerent intentions, and listened
in a mollified way while he proposed to
form a company to consider the lighting
of the town. He suggested that the pres-
ident should be Bob Linton, the most
popular of the town boys and the greatest
enemy of the academy boys. The village
boys were astonished at the selection of
the boy most hated by the academy boys,
and when Mr. Pansy called for a nomina-
tion of vice-president, a spirit of noblesse
oblige led the village boys to nominate
Tom Parrymore, the foremost academy
boy in their estimation, -the centre rush
of the academy's football team. The
schoolteacher then explained that it would
be desirable to have a board of direc-
tors and a board of consulting engin-
eers. The directors should be chosen
both from the academy and from the
high school boys, and the engineers

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might be selected by Mr. Toombs and
Mr. Pansy from their knowledge of the
scientific acquirements of the scholars
under them. All the prominent and
aggressive village boys had positions in
the organization, and the same could be
said of their opponents, the academy boys.
Mr. Pansy asked for a committee which
could meet with him and certain of the
academy boys in the old forge, and
arrange plans for working together. The
novelty of the plan and the magnitude
of the attempt stimulated the imagination
of the boys; and they forgot their enmity
against the academy boys in their over-
powering curiosity to see how this strange
endeavor of the new teacher would result.
The meeting of the rival factions took
place one afternoon in the old forge.
The academy boys felt that the great
plan of lighting the town could not be
carried out if the town boys were op-

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posed; and they forgot their resentments
in a new and absorbing interest. The
town boys, on the other hand, felt that
they could teach the academy boys much
about the use of tools and about electri-
cal apparatus. Mr. Pansy had provided
plenty for the visitors to do; and they
were soon engaged in coiling wires on
spools and making magnets with their
late enemies.
Mr. Pansy ascertained that there had
long been a feud between Tom Parry-
more and Charles Livingstone, one of the
strongest boys in the high school; and he
accordingly set them to winding the ar-
mature of a dynamo together. It was not
long before they were talking amiably
about plans for an improvement in the
method of winding.
The young teacher also manifested a
great interest in field sports; and although
he was not an athlete like Mr. Sampson

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and could not perform acts of strength,
the boys found his suggestions in regard
to these sports extremely valuable; for
he carefully studied the boys' games, and
suggested various improvements in the
methods of applying muscular strength.
The points he suggested required refer-
ences to text-books in physics; and the
students found themselves studying al-
most unconsciously the relative merits of
levers of the first class and levers of the
second. The oarsmen of the school had
often discussed the question of how much
pressure they exerted on the water by
means of their oar blades; and the school
was divided into two parties, one of which
advocated one style of rowing and another
a diametrically opposite method. Mr.
Pansy placed a little flexible rubber bag
on the blade of an oar, and by means of a
rubber tube connecting it, actually meas-
ured the pressure exerted by Tom Parry-

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more when he was rowing at his greatest
speed. The latter visited Mr. Pansy in
his room at the inn and discussed the
best method of applying one's strength to
an oar; and planned together with the
teacher an apparatus which would test
the various theories of rowing, such as
the utility of the quick catch of the water
at the beginning of the stroke, and the
question of rowing with a straight back.
Mr. Pansy was careful to advise the
boys to study their language lessons very
carefully, in order that the electrical work
in the forge might go on. The boys saw
the justice of this advice, and were so
attentive to their studies that Mr. Samp-
son was considering whether it would
not be well to raise the standard still
higher, and demand that the boy who
should make three half mistakes should
spend his afternoon in making up the
whole morning work. Making a false

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pronunciation of a word constituted a
half mistake. Johnnie Nelson, for in-
stance, pronounced Mediterraneum Mare"
as if it were the name of a feminine horse,
and this counted him a half mistake.
Mr. Sampson had his suspicions of Mr.
Pansy, and felt that he was leading the
minds of the boys too much toward prac-
tical studies. He was not yet ready to
suppress these studies: but he felt that
the efforts of his new teacher must be
carefully watched. Meanwhile the work
in the forge went merrily on. Mr. Pansy
told the boys that it would be best to
make a rude working model of a dynamo
before spending much time in mere me-
chanical work; and he dwelt upon the
importance of a clear understanding of
the principles of the machine.
We must remember that we are going
to unbind Prometheus from his bed in
the mountain stream, and set him to work

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to light the forge with Jupiter's thunder-
bolts," said he one day when a thunder-
storm was -passing over the forge, and
work was suspended for a moment on
account of the increasing gloom. This
remark was caused by a discussion among
the boys of a particularly hard examination
which Mr. Sampson had set on the legend
of Prometheus.
"We can imagine that Jupiter and
Prometheus are talking together," said
the young teacher, as he stood at the door
of the forge, and the lightning crackled
and the thunder rolled and muttered
among the mountains.

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AFTER some preliminary experiments
with batteries and magnets, Mr.
Pansy took an old cart-wheel which he
found among the rubbish in a corner of
the forge, and mounted it on an axle so
that it could turn freely. He then wound
some cotton covered copper wire around
the tire between the spokes of the wheel,
as if he desired to confine the iron tire to
the wooden rim of the wheel. He made
in this manner a little bobbin of wire on
the tire between the spokes. Before pro-
ceeding to wind a similar bobbin on the
next portion, also between the spokes, he
led a loop of the wire to a nail on the
hub of the wheel. These nails he called

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segments of a commutator. He said that
the collecting brushes of the dynamo
passed over such segments and collected,
so to speak, the currents which were ex-
cited in the different bobbins on the rim
of the wheel. To show how such cur-
rents were excited he mounted a large
cylindrical piece of iron on a solid sup-
port, having first wound this with in-
sulated wire, and he arranged the cart-
wheel so that its rim should revolve close
to and in front of the cylindrical casting.
This is a rough model," said he, of
a dynamo machine. When the wheel is
made to revolve rapidly, the little bobbins
pass in front of the stationary cylinder and
disturb the mysterious lines of force which
emanate from every piece of iron. We
cannot see these lines, but by delicate ex-
periments we can prove that they exist.
Whenever we disturb such lines by the
rapid movement of pieces of metal in their

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neighborhood, currents of electricity are
produced in these metals: for instance, the
movement of the copper wire of the bob-
bins on this cart-wheel cuts the magnetic
lines which flow from the iron of the
cylindrical casting, and a current of elec-
tricity flows through the bobbins and is
taken off by the brushes on the hub of the
wheel. If now I connect the ends of the
wire of the coil on the stationary cylin-
drical electro-magnet to the collecting
brushes, a part of the current excited in
the bobbins would flow through this sta-
tionary electro-magnet, and would greatly
increase the lines of magnetic force which
emanate from it. In this way we can in-
crease both the current of electricity in the
bobbins, and the lines of force which come
from the stationary cylindrical magnet."
While the teacher endeavored to de-
scribe his rough model, a thunder-storm
again came up from the west.

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"Perhaps we can look at our dynamo in
another way," said Mr. Pansy. We have
imagined that Jupiter has bound Prome-
theus to the bed of this mountain stream
for another attempt to steal fire from
heaven, and Prometheus, tired of inactivity,
is urging Jupiter to allow him to light the
world by turning water-wheels and making
the latter set in motion dynamos. We
can imagine mysterious hands sweeping
the magnetic influence which emanates
from the iron into the wires and so pro-
ducing electricity."
"I can imagine," said Henry Granby,
"the mysterious hands disturbing the in-
fluence in front of the iron; but I don't
see how the electricity which is made in
this way can in turn send out more mag-
netic influences from the iron. I should
think the mysterious hands in time would
sweep away all the magnetic influences."
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the boys had used to ring a bell, and
showed them how it made the great cylin-
drical electro-magnet a still stronger mag-
net. He sprinkled iron filings on a piece
of paper, and showed them that there
were more magnetic lines in front of a
piece of iron wrapped with insulated wire
when the current from the battery went
through the wire, than when it did not.
Of course," said Johnnie Nelson, we
all know what an electro-magnet is. A
current of electricity passing around a
piece of iron makes it an electro-magnet."
"Yes," replied the teacher. "So that
by directing a part of the current of elec-
tricity excited by the movement of the
bobbins on this cart-wheel, into the sta-
tionary electro-magnet, we continually
increase the lines of force that can be
gathered, so to speak. The hands of Pro-
metheus sweep the electricity into the
revolving bobbins, and a part of this elec-

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tricity passes into the stationary magnet
and gives more for the hands to gather."
Just at that moment a prodigious peal of
thunder was -heard. "Can you not hear
Prometheus," continued Mr. Pansy, urg-
ing Jupiter to allow him to work for the
good of men by allowing him to generate
a feeble imitation of thunder-bolts, and
light yonder village ? Prometheus loved
men, I believe; and he would have been
delighted to see a genial light gladden the
eyes of workers in towns and cities. His
sufferings would have been alleviated if he
could have felt that it was through his
labor that such a boon had been obtained
for humanity."
The boys listened to the peals of thunder,
and Mr. Pansy led them to compose a
dialogue between Prometheus and Jupiter.
Their thoughts were expressed by the
Greek lines which they had learned with
so much labor, and they found themselves

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capping lines and repeating portions of
the chorus in the old tragedy as the
rage of Jupiter showed itself in sharp
reports of lightning, and the responses
of Prometheus and the chorus in the
rolling and muttering of the thunder.
Mr. Sampson was surprised during the
next recitation in Greek to find how much
interest the boys had in the legend of
Prometheus; and he was led to describe
with great enthusiasm the rites of the
ancient Greeks in honor of Prometheus:
how men ran outside the gates of the
cities with flaming torches lit at the
altar devoted to the worship of Pro-
metheus, to represent the gift of fire to
men. Johnnie Nelson tried to show
Mr. Sampson how Prometheus was go-
ing to light the world with dynamos,
having been imprisoned, after an escape
from Mt. Caucasus, in the bed of a
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Johnnie over his spectacles in speech-
less amazement; and the whole school
set up a loud laugh at Johnnie's sim-
plicity in telling Mr. Sampson, who
knew nothing about dynamos, their new
version of Prometheus Unbound. Mr.
Sampson evidently believed Johnnie Nel-
son was losing his wits; and he informed
him, with great dignity, that nothing had
ever been heard of Prometheus after he
left Mt. Caucasus. The teacher enjoyed
his grim joke, but he was inwardly con-
cerned by the small boy's remark. Was
not the work of the boys in the forge
very unsettling to their minds? He
resolved to have a conversation with Mr.
Pansy about it. The school must not
lose its classical character; and he was
afraid that the new assistant was giving
a very practical and technical bent to the
boys' thoughts.
Something genial seemed however now to

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take the place of the former rigid atmos-
phere of the school. Tom Parrymore no
longer shot every strange harmless bird
which came to the neighborhood of the
school, and began to study their habits
with an opera-glass. The boys forgot
their feuds. Nature opened her wonders
to eyes which had been blind and which
suddenly began to see. Mr. Pansy was
followed in his walks through the woods
by groups of interested students, who ex-
amined the various tree-forms, studied the
habits of birds, or analyzed the curious
cries of the various denizens of the forest.
"You are taking all the manliness
out of the boys," said Mr. Sampson to
Mr. Pansy one day, in his deep thunder-
ing tones, which were so terrifying to
the small boys. They must play foot-
ball, learn boxing; in short, do something
beside work on machines, and look at birds
through opera-glasses."

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"They are discovering new faculties
of observation," replied Mr. Pansy, cour-
teously, "and in time they will return to
their customary sports with a new spirit.
You well know, Mr. Sampson, that there
have been feuds in the school and be-
tween the academy boys and the town
boys. I have endeavored to break up
all ill feeling by giving them a common
absorbing interest in a new subject."
"All wrong! all wrong!" repeated the
head-master. Filagree work. Brum-
magen. The world is full of it. What
boys need is discipline and training.
You are turning the academy into a
"The boys are not neglecting their
work with you, I hope, Mr. Sampson ?"
"No," replied the master gruffly, "but
their hearts are not in their work. They
work from fear. You have stolen their

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Stolen !" exclaimed Mr. Pansy, with
heightened color.
"Yes, stolen!" repeated Mr. Samp-
son, disappearing in a fit of rage as
if afraid of revealing his feelings any
The young teacher smiled; and then
a sad look came over his countenance.
"Poor old fellow," he murmured. He
wants the boys to love him and does
not know how to make them."
The young teacher told the boys that
they must not neglect their athletic train-
ing. Working in the forge was muscular
work in a certain sense, but it could not
entirely take the place of out-of-door
The industrious days at the school and
in the forge left Mr. Pansy little oppor-
tunity to see much of Dr. Bugler. It is
true that the latter often came into the
teacher's room at the inn in the evening,

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