The Master of the Shell | Page 4

that Moss has resigned, and that there will be a vacancy for a
house-master and Master of the Shell here at Christmas. You know
how I would like to see you appointed. But--"
"But what?" inquired someone who read the letter over the reader's
shoulder.
"I should not be your friend if I represented this place as a bed of roses,
especially Moss's house. You'll have hard work to hold your own with
the boys, and harder still with some of the masters. You will get more
criticism than backing-up from head-quarters. Still it is a splendid
opening for a man of courage like you; and all the school would profit
by your success. Talk to Podmore about it; he'll give you good advice.
So will Weston. Of course I can do nothing at all but look on

sympathetically, and, if you try for the place and succeed, promise you
at least one hearty welcome."
"It seems pretty clear it won't be child's play," said Railsford, folding
up the letter.
"It would not suit you if it was," replied his adviser.
This brave speech went far to make up Railsford's mind.
In the house at Westbourne Park, particularly, the career opening
before our hero was hailed with eager enthusiasm. "Dear Arthur" was
in Moss's house, and at Christmas he would get his remove to the Shell.
In both capacities he would have the protecting interest of his
prospective brother-in-law, spread like an aegis over his innocent head.
"It really seems almost a providential arrangement," said Mrs.
Herapath.
"I am sure it will be a great thing for Arthur," said Daisy.
"It makes one believe there's some truth in the saying that every man
has his niche waiting for him somewhere in life," moralised Mr.
Herapath.
That evening a letter came from Arthur to Daisy. The boy, of course,
knew nothing of Railsford's candidature.
"Such a flare-up!" wrote the youth. "Moss has got kicked out! He's
jacked it up, and is going at Christmas. Jolly good job! He shouldn't
have stopped the roast potatoes in the dormitories. Bickers's fellows
have them; they can do what they like! Dig and I did the two mile spin
in 11.19, but there was too much slush to put it on. All I can say is, I
hope we'll get a fellow who is not a cad after Moss, especially as he
will be Master of the Shell, and I'll get a dose of him both ways after
Christmas. We mean not to let him get his head up like Moss did; we're
going to take it out of him at first, and then he'll cave in and let us do as
we like afterwards. Dig and I will get a study after Christmas. I wish
you'd see about a carpet, and get the gov. to give us a picture or two;

and we've got to get a rig-out of saucepans and kettles and a barometer
and a canary, and all that. The room's 15 feet by 9, so see the carpet's
the right size. Gedge says Turkey carpets are the best, so we'll have a
Turkey. How's Railsford? Are you and he spoons still? Dig and the
fellows roared when I told them about catching you two that time at
Lucerne in the garden. You know, when I thought the window was
being smashed? Could you lend me a bob's worth of stamps till
Christmas? I'll pay you back. Dig says he once had a cousin who went
spoons on a chap. He says it was an awful game to catch them at it. So,
you see, we've lots to sympathise about. Love to all.
"I am, yours truly,--
"Arthur.
"P.S.--Don't forget the stamps. Two bob's worth will do as well."
Daisy laughed and cried over this outrageous epistle, and hesitated
about showing it to Mark. However, that happy youth only laughed,
and produced half a crown, which he begged Daisy to add to her own
contribution.
"That's the sort of Young England I like!" said he. "It will be like a
canter on a breezy moor to come in contact with fresh life and spirit
like this, after wasting my time here for three years."
"I expect you will find it breezy," said Daisy, recovering her smiles.
"Arthur is a dreadful boy; it will be so good for him to have you."
At the end of a fortnight came a summons to Railsford, as one of six
selected candidates, to appear and show himself to the governors. He
had expected thus much of success, but the thought of the other five
rendered him uncomfortable as he leaned back in the railway carriage
and hardened himself for the ordeal before him. Grover had deemed it
prudent not to display any particular interest in his arrival, but