I.

"Well, Dave, it was a close game, but we managed to save ourselves after

all their talk," said Tom Martin, referring to a baseball match of the

previous day.

"Yes, but thanks to our lucky stars that Fred Worthington was with us.

If John Rexford had kept him at the store, as I was afraid, we should

have been badly beaten."

"He didn't play the whole game, did he?" asked Tom sarcastically.

"Of course not," retorted Dave Farrington, with some warmth, "but you

know very well we should have lost it, if it had not been for him. If he

saved us from defeat, why not be fair and give him credit for it? I am

sure he would do as much for you if the case were reversed."

"I didn't say anything against him."

"No; but you don't appear to say anything for him."

"Why should I?"

"Well, I can say frankly that his playing was equal to that of some

professionals that I have seen. The factory boys couldn't get the hang

of his pitching, and the best batters fouled nearly every ball."

"Don't you want some credit for catching?" asked Tom, with a view to

turning the conversation from Fred.

"Yes, but----" Here the conversation was interrupted by the sudden

appearance of Matthew De Vere, a rather foppishly dressed boy, who

showed very clearly by his manner that he considered himself the "swell

young man" of the town.

"Oh, boys, I have a bit of good news for you," he cried. "Guess what it

is."

"Anything startling?" asked Tom.

"No; but it is something you and Dave will both like."

"Tell us what it is. We give it up, don't we, Dave?"

"Grace Bernard is going to have a party--a birthday party."

"A party?" echoed Dave. "Who told you?"

"My sister Annie just came from Mr. Bernard's and said so."

"When is it to be?" chimed in both boys eagerly.

"Next Thursday evening," answered their informant.

"Well, that strikes me about right," replied Tom, with evident pleasure

at the prospect. "How old is Grace, I wonder?"

"She will be sixteen next Thursday," returned Matthew.

"I'm glad some one has life enough to wake us up a little. I'm hungry

for a 'racket,'" put in Dave. "The evenings are getting long, and it is

too cold to rove about much. Three cheers, I say, for Grace Bernard! I

speak for the first waltz with her."

The cheers were given with a will, for the mere mention of a party, the

first one of the season, was sufficient to make the boys enthusiastic.

"I wonder who will be invited," said Matthew; and then added, with a

scowl, "well, I don't care who is if Fred Worthington only gets left; _I

hate him_. He tries to push himself ahead too much for a fellow in his

circumstances, and since he has gone into John Rexford's store he is

worse than ever."

"I don't know why he should not be invited as well as any of us," said

Dave Farrington. "He is certainly one of the smartest boys in the

village, both at his books and at whatever else he undertakes; and the

fact that his father is a poor man ought not to be against him;" then,

with a sly wink at Tom, he added, "and you may be certain he won't be

overlooked, for he and Nellie Dutton are getting to be very good

friends, and of course Grace Bernard will ask him on her account, if for

no other reason."

Now Matthew liked Nellie Dutton himself, and like most rich boys (his

father was a retired sea captain and president of the Mapleton National

Bank), could ill bear the deprivation of anything which his fancy

craved. Therefore the thought that a poor fellow, like Fred Worthington,

might come between him and the object of his fancy was exceedingly

disagreeable.

This was one reason why he "hated" Fred; the other was, he could not

lord it over him, as he did over most of the Mapleton boys, for Fred had

a will of his own, as well as a perfect physical development, which

convinced Matthew, bully as he was, that it would not be well to grapple

with him.

Dave's remark was a sharp one, and had the effect of bringing the color

to Matthew's face, though he strove hard to hide his confusion.

Both boys noticed this, and Tom, who was always ready for fun, even at

the expense of a friend, said:

"Yes, I saw Fred walk home with Nellie from Sunday school last week; and

it seems to me he has to go up to her father's rather often with goods

from the store. I guess the doctor will have quite a bill to pay at

Rexford's, unless Fred makes two or three trips up there to carry what

he might take in one. But never mind, Matthew, school will soon

commence; then you will have the advantage of him, for he will be in the

store."

Matthew grew decidedly angry at these remarks, and said somewhat

savagely:

"I'll have the advantage of him without waiting for school, now you mark

my words."

"How are you going to get it?" asked Tom.

"You just wait and you will see. I don't tell everything I know."

"Fred has a big muscle," suggested Tom, "and they say he can use his

hands pretty lively, too."

"There is no need of informing De Vere on that point," remarked Dave,

"for it isn't very long since he and Fred gave a little exhibition at

school."

"Come, Mat, tell us all about it," said Tom. "I never heard of that

before."

"I won't tell you anything," answered De Vere gruffly; "he can't put on

airs with me any more; and if he goes to that party and pays any

attention to Nellie Dutton, he will get into trouble."

"If Nellie wants his attention she will be pretty sure to have it, for

you can't frighten him--he isn't easily scared," remarked Dave, in a

way that irritated Matthew.

"I should say not," said Tom, with a sly wink at Dave, "and judging from

appearances Nellie is as pleased with his attentions as he is with her

company."

But Matthew possessed a good share of conceit, and knowing Nellie to be

quite friendly to himself, he imagined that his advantage over Fred

would be so great that he could readily monopolize the attention of the

young lady in question, and therefore replied with more assurance:

"There is no fear of her bothering with him, for I propose to take up

her time pretty well myself;" and then he added in language that was a

perfect index to his character, "say, boys, if Worthington should be

there, let's make it so uncomfortable for him that he will never show

himself again at one of our parties. We can occupy the attention of the

girls, so they will leave him alone to slink into the corner and hate

himself, while we enjoy the waltz and make fun of him. If you will only

do this, I hope he will be there, just to let all see how awkward he is

among his betters."

Some other boys here joined the group, and the conversation was broken

off. But Dave Farrington took occasion to remark in an undertone to

Tom:

"If Mat De Vere and a dozen more just like him should try to keep the

girls away from Fred Worthington, they'd find a big contract on their

hands; and the one who 'hated himself' would not be Fred, either. Just

wait till the party comes off, then look out for fun."