St Genevieves Academy - Le Flambeau Yearbook (Asheville, NC)

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f f D 1' VX L77 '-f ' 7f'f'l'!V 'f' 'jayvffll ff, 2?f'47f'1.v' ,. I - ff' .7 fx 3' I f 'I M. . ff M1 llafm,W.,, , answering one question he had prayed to avoid. Yours ? in angry astonishment. Yes-I bought it about three weeks ago, answered Jack, trying to evade his father's eye, and we were out driving, and the brakes broke and we couldn't stop. And now Denny's sick, and- 'fJack, didn't I forbid you to get a car? Besides, where did you get the money ? From the boys at the frat, sir. From the boys? Why would they give you their money ? Well-I took it from them, he an- swered in despair, I didn't mean to. I really wanted it for Mrs. Hogan. But why for Mrs. Hogan ?,' In response, Jack told his father all. After he had finished, Mr. Boyd re- mained silent for a while. Poor Jack was in utter misery. He felt as if he had stood in that same spot for ages. What would his father do? Several minutes passed in unbroken silence, be- fore Mr. Boyd's decisive voice finally spoke. Well, I refuse to give you one cent. Now, there's only one way out of this for you. You'll have to give up your next year at college. But, Dad, I can't. Why not? You just play at going to college. You don't study. You don't do a thing but try to keep up with the pranks of the rest of them. College isn't supposed to be just fun. Besides, you won't get the money to pay this debt in any other way. Dad, that's rather hard, don't you think? Can't you let me sell my horse and- . I said no, Jack, and I mean it. Do as you please about the rest. Jack threw his hat down on the table, and walked to the other side of the room. He stood there with head bent. Give up Dartford! All the sup- pers at the frat house, all the fun with Nippie and the fellows -why, he'd rather do anything else. But what else could he do? What would Mrs. Hogan do without the money? And what would happen to Denny? Gradually, instead of pushing the thought away as he had before, he came to his hard decision. Perhaps it was better, after all. He swallowed hard, and came back to his father's desk. Well, Dad, he began, I -I suppose it's the only thing to do. Very well, Jack, returned his father, unmoved. I'll give you the check today. Now, don't do a thing like that again. I'm ashamed of you. He turned to his work and began writing again. Thank you, sir. And Jack went out, softly closing the door. Gee, he said to himself, running down the front steps on his way to see Mrs. Hogan, 'Tm darn glad that's over! Meanwhile, Mr. Boyd sat still beside his desk, his head bent on his hand. His face was stern and hard, his eyes looked sad and disappointed. He had known Jack to be wild, infatuated with college life, and always ready for any fun, but it had never entered his mind that lm' son would steal. It had been a bitter revelation to him. But presently, other thoughts came. He turned away, the hard lines relaxing. Yet it mm tough on the boy. He's

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MISS F. A. STANTON, BA., 1916 MISS F. W. HILL, B.A., 1916 MISS E. M. ZIMMERMAN Lyc6e, 1916