ards, and was oftener found out of bounds than all the rest of the boys put together. He was a constant source of worry and irritation to his house master, and an object of wonder and admiration to the youngsters.
He headed the fags in open revolt against their monitors; he was proved to be the owner and introducer of the Greek and Latin cribs, which were promptly confiscated; and no other hand than his was responsible for the lightning sketch of the Doctor, done in chalk upon the dining-hall door, under which was inscribed in printed characters, "L. D. Thurlow is an ass."
Such was the irrepressible, rebellious young ruffian that I was warned against at the beginning of the term, when I assumed my position as master of the house, made notorious by his backslidings and pernicious example and influence.
"I shall give him
At first I thought this was going to be a humorous story about a bad boy, but it turned out to be quite a sad little tale. A quick, depressing read.
