“I will drown and no one shall help me,” announced Miss Alton defiantly. The first class in English accepted this remarkable statement in absolute silence, their eyes fixed on their teacher. As she stood high and dry on the platform, facing her class, there seemed little possibility of such a catastrophe overtaking her, therefore, they knitted their wise young brows, not in fear of her demise by drowning, but in puzzled worry over the intricacies of shall and will. “I will drown,” repeated Miss Alton firmly, “and no one——” “Oh-h-h!” a piercing shriek rent the grammar-laden air. As though about to prove her declaration, Miss Alton made a sudden dive off the platform that carried her half-way up an The first class in grammar immediately forgot the uses of shall and will and twisted about on their benches to view their teacher’s hurried progress toward the scene of action. “It’s Teddy Burke,” muttered a boy to his nearest classmate. “Wonder what he’s done.” Miss Alton had now brought up between two seats at the rear of the room. In one of them sat a little girl, her head buried in her arms. Directly opposite her sat a red-haired boy. His thin face wore an expression of deep disgust, but his big black eyes were dancing with mischief. As the teacher approached, he made an ineffectual dive toward a grayish object on the floor. Miss Alton was too quick for him. She stooped, uttered a half-horrified exclamation, then gathered the object in. It was a most terrifying imitation of a snake, made of rubber, and coiled realistically. “Theodore Burke, what does this mean?” she demanded, holding out the snake and glaring at the offender. The little girl raised her head from her arms and eyed the culprit with reproachful horror. “He put it on my seat,” she accused. “I thought it was alive, and it scared me awful.” Her voice rose to a wail on the last word. “This is too much. You’ve gone just a little too far, young man. Come with me.” Miss The boy shot a glance of withering scorn at his tearful victim, then rose from his seat. Grasping him none too gently by the arm, Miss Alton piloted him down the aisle and out of the door. It closed with a resounding bang. A buzz of conversation began in the big schoolroom. Two or three little girls left their seats and gathered about the heroine of the disquieting adventure, while half a dozen boys of the eighth grade of the West Park Grammar School put their heads together to discuss this latest bit of mischief on the part of their leader and idol, Teddy Burke. Meanwhile, Teddy, of the black eyes and Titian hair, was being marched rapidly toward the principal’s office. Miss Alton flung open the door and ushered him into the august presence of Mr. Waldron, the principal, with, “Here is an incorrigible boy, Mr. Waldron.” The principal, a short, stern-faced man, adjusted his eye-glasses and stared hard at Teddy. The boy hung his head, then raising his eyes regarded Mr. Waldron defiantly. “So you are here again, young man, for the third time in two weeks,” thundered the principal. “What has this bad boy done, Miss Alton?” Miss Alton began an indignant recital of Teddy’s “Let me see. The last time you were here it was for interrupting the devotional exercises by putting a piece of ice inside the collar of one of your schoolmates. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? How would you like to have your schoolmates play upon you the unkind pranks you are so fond of playing upon them?” “I wouldn’t care,” returned the boy, unabashed. “I wouldn’t make a fuss, either.” “Miss Alton is right,” snapped Mr. Waldron, his face reddening angrily at the boy’s retort. “You are, indeed, an incorrigible boy. I think I had better put your case before the Board of Education. There are special schools for bad boys like you. We don’t care to have such a boy among us. You are a menace to the school.” He continued to lecture Teddy sharply, ending with, “Take him back to your room for the day, Miss Alton, but make him remain after the others have gone home this afternoon. By that time I shall have decided what we had better do with him.” Teddy walked down the corridor ahead of Miss Alton with a sinking heart. Was he a menace to the school and could Mr. Waldron really put him in a school for bad boys? He had heard of such schools. He had heard, too, that sometimes the boys came out of them much “Go to your seat,” she ordered coldly. Teddy obeyed. The little girl, whose shriek had caused his downfall, eyed him with horror. Even in the midst of his troubles he could not resist giving her an impish grin. She promptly made a face at him and looked the other way. The smile vanished from Teddy’s face. Then he folded his hands on his desk and thought busily for the next five minutes. The class resumed its interrupted recitation. Suddenly the boy reached into his desk and began stealthily to take out his belongings. The books belonged to the school, but a pencil box, a knife, a box of marbles, a top, a dilapidated baseball, a magnet and a small, round mirror with which he delighted to cast white shadows on the books of the long-suffering eighth-grade girls, were treasures of his own. Stuffing them into his pockets he replaced the books; then he sat very still. It was almost time for the recess bell to ring. He hardly thought Miss Alton would order him to keep his seat. Such light punishments were not for him. To-night—but there would be no to-night in school for him. When recess came he would go outside and say good-bye to the fellows, then he would start out Teddy did not stop to consider that his mother might prove a match for Miss Alton and Mr. Waldron when it came to a question of her son’s incorrigibility. He thought only of putting himself beyond the reach of the school authorities by his own efforts. The recess bell rang at last and the pupils filed out in orderly rows to the big, grassy yard, at one side of the school building. Teddy was at once surrounded by half a dozen boys, his particular friends. The girls collected in little groups about the yard to comment on Teddy’s iniquity. They eyed him askance with curious, aloof glances. The boys, however, were deeply interested in the possible outcome of Teddy’s rash defiance. “You’re goin’ to get fired all right,” was the cheerful prophecy of one boy. “What’ll your mother say?” “She won’t say,” giggled a freckle-faced boy. “She’ll just take Ted across her knee and——” “Well, I guess not,” flung back Teddy. “I’m not going to wait to get fired, either. I’m going to beat it. When the recess bell rings I’m not going in with the rest of you. See here,” Teddy began pulling his various treasured belongings out of his pockets. “I brought all this stuff out to give you fellows. I sha’n’t want it. I’m going down to Martin Brothers’ Department Store and get a job. That’s what I’m going to do. Here’s my looking glass, Sam. Every time you cast a shadow with it, think of me. And you can have my marbles, Bob.” Teddy distributed his belongings rapidly about the little circle. The boys took them with some reluctance. They had far rather have Teddy Burke, ringleader of all their mischief, with them than his belongings. “Aw, why don’t you get your mother to come down here and fix it up with those old cranks?” demanded Sam Marvin regretfully. “It ain’t your stuff we want, Ted. It’s you. What’re we goin’ to do without you?” “Be good,” grinned Teddy. “I’m a menace to the school, you know.” “I wish I was goin’ to work,” said Bob Rayburn sadly. “Pa won’t let me, though.” “Honestly, won’t your mother lick you if she finds out about what happened to-day?” inquired Arthur Post, a tall, thin boy with a solemn face. “Lick nothing,” retorted Ted. “She isn’t His chums eyed him with mingled admiration and regret. To them Teddy was a hero. “There goes the bell. I’ve got to beat it. Don’t any of you start to go in till I get to the corner,” directed Ted. “Then she,” he jerked his thumb in Miss Alton’s direction, “won’t know I’ve skipped until it’s too late. I’ll let you know where I am as soon as I get that job. Good-bye, fellows. Be sure and do what smarty Alton tells you, and don’t go bringing any rubber snakes to school. You can have that one of mine if you can get it away from old Cross-patch.” With an air of gay bravado Teddy raised his hand in a kind of parting salute, then darted down the yard and through the gateway to the street. At the corner he waved his hand again, then swung out of sight, leaving a little knot of boys to gaze regretfully after him and wonder how they could possibly get along without wide-awake, mischievous Teddy Burke. |