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In this book, the new kid certainly livens things up at Henryton boarding academy! Again, Fr. Finn covers a host of Catholic topics and presents a great picture of the All-American boy!

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Publié par	TAN Books
Date de parution	01 janvier 2009
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781618903792
Langue	English

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Ethelred Preston
Or the Adventures of a Newcomer
Fr. Francis J. Finn, S.J.
Published in approximately 1897 by Benziger Brothers, New York.
Retypeset and published in 2003 by TAN Books and Publishers, Inc.
Library of Congress Control No.: 2001-132400
Cover illustration © 2002 by Phyllis Pollema-Cahill. Cover illustration expressly rendered for this book and used by arrangement with Wilkinson Studios, Chicago.
Cover design by Peter Massari, Rockford, Illinois.
TAN Books
Charlotte, North Carolina
www.TANBooks.com
2003
"Your money or your life!"
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
A Letter from Ethelred's Mama
CHAPTER II
In which Things Begin to Go Badly with Earl Meriwether
CHAPTER III
The Story of Earl
CHAPTER IV
Master Ethelred Preston
CHAPTER V
In which Ethelred Proposes to Run Away
CHAPTER VI
Ethelred Puts on the Boxing Gloves
CHAPTER VII
Ethelred in the Frying-Pan
CHAPTER VIII
In which Ed Devereux Proposes to Help Ethelred to Run Away
CHAPTER IX
In which Ethelred Finds it Hard to Sleep Undisturbed
CHAPTER X
In which Earl Meriwether Receives Another Public Admonition
CHAPTER XI
In which Ethelred Takes More Rope than Devereux Had Counted Upon
CHAPTER XII
In which Ethelred "Gets Religion" and Turns Over a New Leaf
CHAPTER XIII
In which Ethelred Becomes More Mysterious and Earl More Heroic
CHAPTER XIV
In which Earl Has a Momentous Interview with Father Noland
CHAPTER XV
In which the Darling Goes into Business and the Midgets into Bankruptcy
CHAPTER XVI
In which Eddie Devereux Becomes a Godfather
CHAPTER XVII
In which the Darling Runs Away in Good Earnest
CHAPTER XVIII
A Memorable Morning
CHAPTER XIX
Ethelred Preston, Brighton, Albany Villa
CHAPTER XX
Why Ethelred Failed to Reach Henryton in Due Time
CHAPTER XXI
In which Ethelred Finds the Best of Mothers
CHAPTER THE LAST
Chapter I
A LETTER FROM ETHELRED'S MAMA
S EATED at his desk on a bright Wednesday morning toward the end of January, Father Edmunds, the reverend president of Henryton College, was gazing with a look of weariness upon the enormous mass of papers, pamphlets and letters piled up before him. The gaze and the weariness lasted but a moment; then he fixed his eyeglasses firmly upon his nose and set to work at distributing. While slipping the letters from his hand to a table at his side, he scanned their superscriptions, dropping some to the right and a great many to his left. The larger pile thus formed was made up of letters addressed to the students; the smaller, of those addressed to himself and his community. From the letters Father Edmunds went to the pamphlets, magazines and newspapers; and here the wastebasket came into service. With a dexterity born of long experience, the president could ascertain, in most cases at a glance, and without opening their wrappers, the general character of the enclosed missives. Before he had done with examining these, the wastebasket had received a very generous moiety of current literature. The morning's mail thus sorted, Father Edmunds touched his bell, in answer to which a young gentleman, his private secretary, entered the room.
    "For the vice president," said Father Edmunds, pointing to the mail of the students.
    The secretary bowed, took the mail in his hands and withdrew.
    Having thus narrowed his field of labor, Father Edmunds addressed himself to a more careful examination. Again taking up the letters, he selected his own. Opening these, he skimmed rapidly over the first five, pigeonholing three and dropping two into the wastebasket. But the sixth letter gave him pause.
    It was enclosed in a dainty, scented, square envelope, and was a very lengthy production. Setting aside the evidence of the perfumery, the communication was evidently the work of a woman; it was written down and across the page in fat sprawling letters, where m 's and w's and x 's and v 's were utterly indistinguishable. Father Edmunds sighed; he had struggled through such letters before. Nothing could be skipped, nothing taken for granted. Not infrequently the most important part of such missives was to be found where crossings were thickest. He began, then, the reading with mild resignation. Suddenly an expression of awakening interest came upon his features. As he reached the third page a smile began to flicker; it burst into a flame at the fourth, and blazed on merrily to the end, when he exclaimed:
    "Little Lord Fauntleroy the second!"
    He laughed quietly, and added:
    "I fancy the small boys of Henryton College are going to be awakened from their mid-winter dullness. I must see the vice president at once."
    "Father Howard," he exclaimed, as he entered the vice president's room a moment later, "have you room in the junior division for a Little Lord Fauntleroy?"
    "I have, certainly; but I'm not so sure about the boys. They may try, in their innocent but abrupt way, to find out whether he is really and truly real."
    "Well, it would appear that he is real enough; just read this letter."
    Father Howard took the scented envelope, drew out the enclosure—and this is what he read:
R EVEREND E DMUND C. E DMUNDS
    Reverend Dear Sir: It is after reflection and thought and many tears that I address myself to your kindness. I now find myself, dear reverend sir, forced to face a trial, which, alas, but one week ago I could not so much as have fancied. My darling little boy and I must part. Ah, dear Father, if you but knew what that meant. No one but a mother can appreciate the grief which fills my heart. The dear child is the picture of his father. He is lovely and innocent and has never been away from my side—not even for one day. Whatever he knows—and he has gone quite far in spelling and botany, including the language of flowers—I have taught him myself, and in my teachings I have addressed myself to the heart rather than to the head. He is not at all like other boys, of whom it may be said that they are uniformly rude, but has all the refinements of a young lady. He is docile, amiable, cheerful, happy as the day is long—the sweetest child imaginable. All his little ways are lovely. He is generous to a fault, in which he resembles his father, and is as sensitive as I was in the days of my youth, and conscientious to a degree approaching scrupulosity. And yet I am not, after the fashion of most mothers, blind to his faults. My little Ethelred is just the least trifle impetuous and inconsiderate. By those who do not understand him, he might even be called thoughtless. Nevertheless, he is so open to reason! A little talk, if kindly and considerately given and accompanied with a little coaxing, will never fail to bring him to his senses. He has never been subjected to corporal punishment—the dear child is high-strung, and so nervous, and would be injured for life by such barbarous treatment. Under no circumstance must this child be touched— this point I insist upon.
    Ethelred is a delicate child. Just after teething he contracted a severe illness. [Here the fond mother goes into a detailed account of all Master Ethelred's various ailments and maladies, mentioning incidentally, but at some length, several diseases which, by an especial providence, he had just narrowly escaped. As these details are of little interest to the public at large, and do not bear directly upon the story, I omit them.]
    Now, dear reverend sir, in view of what I have told you, you must see how necessary it is that the greatest care be taken of Ethelred's health. He should get a glass of milk at least four times a day—twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon.
    "The boy should by all means bring a cow along," muttered the vice president.
    If possible, he should have sweet bread every morning at breakfast, a glass of port wine at dinner, and dry toast at supper.
    "He should bring his cook along too," interjected the president.
    Ethelred is not a Catholic. I am an Episcopalian in theory, and my dear boy will probably join the same church. I am not a bigoted woman, and believe that there are good Catholics, many of whom will doubtless go to Heaven. My boy is naturally very religious, and I send him to your school because I understand that the moral training there is excellent. Miss Martin, whose nephew, Earl Meriwether, attends your College, gives me an excellent account of it. I do not know Earl personally, though his lamented mother and I were most intimate friends at school, and I feel that Earl, whose reputation stands very high, will be a suitable companion for my boy—as far as any boy can be a suitable companion for one who has had such home training as my Ethelred has enjoyed. If there are any good Catholic boys attending your College, supposing, of course, that their manners make some such approach toward refinement as we have reason to expect of boys of the better class, I see no objection to my boy's associating with them under due inspection .
    I am so agitated, dear reverend sir, that I find it almost impossible to put my thoughts on paper with any appearance of order. I should 'ere this have explained to you my reason for being obliged to separate myself from my sweet child. It is inevitable. Yesterday I received a telegram from London, England, stating that my husband has there been attacked by hemorrhages, and that his position is precarious.
    Of course I must start by the next steamer. Gladly would I bring my little Ethelred along, but the poor child is so sensitive to seasickness that it would be literally flying in the face of providence to imperil his precious health—mayhap his life—by taking him along. The parting is difficult, but it must be made. Again and again I beg you to bestow every attention upon my darling, and a mother's prayer and a mother's blessing will accompany you through life.
    Thanking you in advance for your kindness, and asking you to overlook the