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He ushered me into a little parlour lighted by two lamps,that bore every evidence of having been recently vacated.Its features somehow bespoke a struggle for existence;as though its occupants had worried much and loved much.It was a room best described by the word "home"--home made more precious by a certain precariousness.Toys and school-books strewed the floor,a sewing-bag and apron lay across the sofa,and in one corner was a roll-topped desk of varnished oak.The seats of the chairs were comfortably depressed.

So this was where Mr.Wood lived!Mr.Wood,instructor in Latin and Greek at Densmore Academy.It was now borne in on me for the first time that he did live and have his ties like any other human being,instead of just appearing magically from nowhere on a platform in a chalky room at nine every morning,to vanish again in the afternoon.I had formerly stood in awe of his presence.But now I was suddenly possessed by an embarrassment,and (shall I say it?)by a commiseration bordering on contempt for a man who would consent to live thus for the sake of being a schoolteacher.How strange that civilization should set such a high value on education and treat its functionaries with such neglect!

Mr.Wood's surprise at seeing me was genuine.For I had never shown a particular interest in him,nor in the knowledge which he strove to impart.

"I thought you had forgotten me,Hugh,"he said,and added whimsically:

"most boys do,when they graduate."

I felt the reproach,which made it the more difficult for me to state my errand.

"I knew you sometimes took pupils in the evening,Mr.Wood.""Pupils,--yes,"he replied,still eyeing me.Suddenly his eyes twinkled.

He had indeed no reason to suspect me of thirsting for learning."But Iwas under the impression that you had gone into business,Hugh.""The fact is,sir,"I explained somewhat painfully,"that I am not satisfied with business.I feel--as if I ought to know more.And I came to see if you would give me lessons about three nights a week,because Iwant to take the Harvard examinations next summer."Thus I made it appear,and so persuaded myself,that my ambition had been prompted by a craving for knowledge.As soon as he could recover himself he reminded me that he had on many occasions declared I had a brain.

"Your father must be very happy over this decision of yours,"he said.

That was the point,I told him.It was to be a surprise for my father;Iwas to take the examinations first,and inform him afterwards.

To my intense relief,Mr.Wood found the scheme wholly laudable,and entered into it with zest.He produced examinations of preceding years from a pigeonhole in his desk,and inside of half an hour the arrangement was made,the price of the lessons settled.They were well within my salary,which recently had been raised....

When I went down town,or collecting bills for Breck and Company,I took a text-book along with me in the street-cars.Now at last I had behind my studies a driving force.Algebra,Latin,Greek and history became worth while,means to an end.I astonished Mr.Wood;and sometimes he would tilt back his chair,take off his spectacles and pull his beard.

"Why in the name of all the sages,"he would demand,"couldn't you have done this well at school?You might have led your class,instead of Ralph Hambleton."I grew very fond of Mr.Wood,and even of his thin little wife,who occasionally flitted into the room after we had finished.I fully intended to keep up with them in after life,but I never did.I forgot them completely....

My parents were not wholly easy in their minds concerning me;they were bewildered by the new aspect I presented.For my lately acquired motive was strong enough to compel me to restrict myself socially,and the evenings I spent at home were given to study,usually in my own room.

Once I was caught with a Latin grammar:I was just "looking over it,"Isaid.My mother sighed.I knew what was in her mind;she had always been secretly disappointed that I had not been sent to college.And presently,when my father went out to attend a trustee's meeting,the impulse to confide in her almost overcame me;I loved her with that affection which goes out to those whom we feel understand us,but I was learning to restrain my feelings.She looked at me wistfully....I knew that she would insist on telling my father,and thus possibly frustrate my plans.That I was not discovered was due to a certain quixotic twist in my father's character.I was working now,and though not actually earning my own living,he no longer felt justified in prying into my affairs.

When June arrived,however,my tutor began to show signs that his conscience was troubling him,and one night he delivered his ultimatum.

The joke had gone far enough,he implied.My intentions,indeed,he found praiseworthy,but in his opinion it was high time that my father were informed of them;he was determined to call at my father's office.