THE WATERBURY WATCH
One Saturday afternoon in January a lively and animated
group of boys were gathered on the western side of a large pond
in the village of Groveton. Prominent among them was a tall,
pleasant-looking young man of twenty-two, the teacher of the
Center Grammar School, Frederic Hooper, A. B., a recent graduate
of Yale College. Evidently there was something of importance
on foot. What it was may be learned from the words of the teacher.
"Now, boys," he said, holding in his hand a Waterbury watch, of
neat pattern, "I offer this watch as a prize to the boy who will
skate across the pond and back in the least time. You will all
start together, at a given signal, and make your way to the mark
which I have placed at the western end of the lake, skate around
it, and return to this point. Do you fully understand?"
"Yes, sir!" exclaimed the boys, unanimously.
Before proceeding, it may be well to refer more particularly
to some of the boys who were to engage in the contest.
First, in his own estimation, came Randolph Duncan, son of Prince
Duncan, president of the Groveton Bank, and a prominent town
official. Prince Duncan was supposed to be a rich man, and lived in
a style quite beyond that of his neighbors. Randolph was his only
son, a boy of sixteen, and felt that in social position and blue
blood he was without a peer in the village. He was a tall, athletic
boy, and disposed to act the part of boss among the Groveton boys.
Next came a boy similar in age and physical strength, but in other
respects very different from the young aristocrat. This was Luke
Larkin, the son of a carpenter's widow, living on narrow means, and
so compelled to exercise the strictest economy. Luke worked where
he could, helping the farmers in hay-time, and ready to do odd jobs
for any one in the village who desired his services. He filled the
position of janitor at the school which he attended, sweeping out
twice a week and making the fires. He had a pleasant expression,
and a bright, resolute look, a warm heart, and a clear intellect,
and was probably, in spite of his poverty, the most popular boy in
Groveton. In this respect he was the opposite of Randolph Duncan,
whose assumption of superiority and desire to "boss" the other boys
prevented him from having any real friends. He had two or three
companions, who flattered him and submitted to his caprices because
they thought it looked well to be on good terms with the young
aristocrat.
These two boys were looked upon as the chief contestants for
the prize offered by their teacher. Opinions differed as to which
would win.
"I think Luke will get the watch," said Fred Acken, a younger boy.
"I don't know about that," said Tom Harper. "Randolph skates
just as well, and he has a pair of club skates. His father sent
to New York for them last week. They're beauties, I tell you.
Randolph says they cost ten dollars."
"Of course that gives him the advantage," said Percy Hall. "Look
at Luke's old-fashioned wooden skates! They would be dear at
fifty cents!"
"It's a pity Luke hasn't a better pair," said Harry Wright. "I don't
think the contest is a fair one. Luke ought to have an allowance of
twenty rods, to make up for the difference in skates."
"He wouldn't accept it," said Linton Tomkins, the son of a
manufacturer in Groveton, who was an intimate friend of Luke, and
preferred to associate with him, though Randolph had made advances
toward intimacy, Linton being the only boy in the village whom he
regarded as his social equal. "I offered him my club skates, but
he said he would take the chances with his own."
Linton was the only boy who had a pair of skates equal to Randolph's.
He, too, was a contestant, but, being three years younger than Luke
and Randolph, had no expectation of rivaling them.
Randolph had his friends near him, administering the adulation he so
much enjoyed.
"I have no doubt you'll get the watch, Randolph," said Sam Noble.
"You're a better skater any day than Luke Larkin."
"Of course you are!" chimed in Tom Harper.
"The young janitor doesn't think so," said Randolph, his lips
curling.
"Oh, he's conceited enough to think he can beat you, I make
no doubt," said Sam.
"On those old skates, too! They look as if Adam might have used them
when he was a boy!"
This sally of Tom's created a laugh.
"His skates are old ones, to be sure," said Randolph, who was
quick-sighted enough to understand that any remark of this kind
might dim the luster of his expected victory. "His skates are old
enough, but they are just as good for skating as mine."
"They won't win him the watch, though," said Sam.
"I don't care for the watch myself," said Randolph, loftily.
"I've got a silver one now, and am to have a gold one when
I'm eighteen. But I want to show that I am the best skater.
Besides, father has promised me ten dollars if I win."
"I wish I had ten dollars," said Sam, enviously.
He was the son of the storekeeper, and his father allowed him only
ten cents a week pocket-money, so that ten dollars in his eyes was
a colossal fortune.
"I have no doubt you would, Sam," said Tom, joyously; "but you
couldn't be trusted with so much money. You'd go down to New York
and try to buy out A. T. Stewart."
"Are you ready, boys?" asked Mr. Hooper.
Most of the boys responded promptly in the affirmative; but Luke,
who had been tightening his straps, said quickly: "I am not ready,
Mr. Hooper. My strap has broken!"
"Indeed, Luke, I am sorry to hear it," said the teacher, approaching
and examining the fracture. "As matters stand, you can't skate."
Randolph's eyes brightened. Confident as he professed to feel, he
knew that his chances of success would be greatly increased by
Luke's withdrawal from the list.
"The prize is yours now," whispered Tom.
"It was before," answered Randolph, conceitedly.
Poor Luke looked disappointed. He knew that he had at least an even
chance of winning, and he wanted the watch. Several of his friends
of his own age had watches, either silver or Waterbury, and this
seemed, in his circumstances, the only chance of securing one. Now
he was apparently barred out.
"It's a pity you shouldn't skate, Luke," said Mr. Hooper, in a tone
of sympathy. "You are one of the best skaters, and had an excellent
chance of winning the prize. Is there any boy willing to lend Luke
his skates?"
"I will," said Frank Acken.
"My dear boy," said the teacher, "you forget that your feet
are several sizes smaller than Luke's."
"I didn't think of that," replied Frank, who was only twelve
years old.
"You may use my skates, Luke," said Linton Tomkins. "I think they
will fit you."
Linton was only thirteen, but he was unusually large for his age.
"You are very kind, Linton," said Luke, "but that will keep you out
of the race."
"I stand no chance of winning," said Linton, "and I will do my
skating afterward."
"I don't think that fair," said Randolph, with a frown. "Each boy
ought to use his own skates."
"There is nothing unfair about it," said the teacher, "except that
Luke is placed at disadvantage in using a pair of skates he is
unaccustomed to."
Randolph did not dare gainsay the teacher, but he looked sullen.
"Mr. Hooper is always favoring that beggar!" he said in a low
voice, to Tom Harper.
"Of course he is!" chimed in the toady.
"You are very kind, Linny," said Luke, regarding his friend
affectionately. "I won't soon forget it."
"Oh, it's all right, Luke," said Linton. "Now go in and win!"