The Chums of Scranton High | Page 5

sort of a young man, who had gained quite some fame as an
athlete while at Princeton, and was well fitted for the task of athletic
instructor, which post he filled in addition to other duties.
"He told me he would take the greatest pleasure in trying to build up a
winning team for Scranton," Hugh informed them.
"Good for Mr. Leonard, he's a dandy!" exclaimed Eli; and that seemed
to be the consensus of opinion; though Nick was seen to allow his
upper lip to curl a bit at mention of the athletic instructor's name.
There was a reason back of that, as the other boys well knew, for they
remembered the time when Nick had been handled pretty briskly by Mr.
Leonard, and made to apologize for some rude remark he had thrown
out heedlessly in his rough way. It could hardly be expected that Nick
would ever have a very good opinion of the young man who had
humbled his swollen pride in the presence of the same fellows whom
he had so long ridden rough-shod over.
"Well, the afternoon is getting on, and supper-time will be around
before long; so, for one, I'm going to head for home," observed K. K.
There was a general exodus, and the famous fence was soon abandoned
by the entire group of boys. They started off by twos and threes, with
the general drift of conversation circling around the one great
subject--the meeting to be called for Saturday night in the school, at
which the report of the committee would be made, together with an
announcement as to their choice as to candidates to be tried out for the

various positions on the season's team.
Hugh and K. K. walked along in company. Hugh always fancied the
Kinkaid boy, for there was something dependable about him that won
the confidence of almost all his mates. K. K. was one of the most
remarkable chaps, who, while engaging in the customary rough and
tumble sports of boys with red blood in their veins, still seemed able to
keep himself always tidy and neat. No one ever knew how he did it,
and a few were wont to call him a "sissy," but K. K. was far from that.
Only one boy attending Scranton High could really come under such a
name, and he was Reggie Van Alstyne, who had always been a
veritable dude.
"Oh! I had nearly forgotten an errand my mother commissioned me to
do for her," Hugh suddenly exclaimed. "I'll have to leave you here, K.
K., and turn back."
The other laughed.
"Too much baseball on the brain, I reckon, Hugh," he went on to say;
"but then, with your fetching us that good news, it wasn't to be
wondered that you let such a little thing as an errand for your mother
slip out of your mind. If I can help any, tell me, Hugh."
"Oh! no, I've just got to step in at Madame Pangborn's and ask her
something. My mother is interested in Red Cross work, you know, and
the old Madame has a connection with the French branch of that
service. Most of the material the ladies of Scranton have been getting
ready is sent abroad through the queer old lady, who, they say, once
used to queen it at the court of Louis Napoleon. She's over eighty years
of age now, but quite rich, I've been told. And if you've never been in
her house you'd be interested in seeing how she lives. That wonderful
green parrot of hers can rattle off a whole string of songs and sayings. It
almost gives you the creeps to hear Jocko performing, for it strikes you
as what Andy McGuffey would call uncanny. Well, so long, K. K. I
hope you make the team, all right."
"Same to you, Hugh; but nobody doubts that, for we all think you're

away above all the rest of the Scranton boys as an all-round athlete,
barring none. Some may be able to outdo you in their specialty, but
they're weak in other stunts."
So they parted, K. K. continuing on his way home, while Hugh turned
into a side street, and went whistling along after the manner of a boy
whose mind knew no care. Presently he came to a large house. It was
rather dingy on the outside, but Hugh, who had often been indoors,
knew there was some elegant old mahogany furniture, as well as other
mementoes of the former life of the Madame when she filled a high
niche at the French court, before the republic was inaugurated.
His knock at the door--for instead of an electric bell the lady insisted on
using one of those enormous old silver-plated knockers, that used to be
the fashion fifty