The story of a young school-boy who refused to report his chum. This led to misunderstandings, and discredited him in the eyes of his priest but tho ousted from the football team, he fought his moral battle to the end.
ose the cop caught me," he said to himself. But his resentment was greater than his caution, and so he kept at his design.
He figured that by a long reach from the railing of the steps to the window sill, he might get a hold and enter. Up he leaped to the railing, and by a supreme effort, clinched the window sill and swung over. It took him but a minute to open the window and enter. Once in, he went straight to the room where the fight had occurred. He threw everything about in disorder, broke several chairs, threw down two large pictures from the wall, overturned the victrola and records and made the place look like the scene of a mob fight. He then went upstairs to the library, threw the books around, damaged some, overturned a desk, upset a table and spilled ink on the floor. "I guess that's enough for one round," he said, and cautiously went to the window and got out unobserved.
Next morning when the janitor came to set things in order, he scarcely believed his eyes as he looked upon the wre