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Nineteen Years Of Age, Wearing The Collegiate Cap And Gown, Was Pacing
Somewhat Impatiently Up And Down The Quadrangle Of St. John'S College,
Evidently Expecting The Approach Of Some Person Whom He Was Most
Desirous Of Seeing. This Was Arthur Carlton, The Protege Of Sir Jasper
Coleman. He Was An Orphan, Having Lost Both Parents 'Ere He Knew Them.
His Father Had Been A Peninsular Officer And Companion-In-Arms Of The
Baronet, Who, On The Death Of His Friend, Undertook To See To The
Education And Future Welfare Of The Little Arthur. On Losing His Mother
He Had Been Removed Under The Care Of His Nurse To Vellenaux, Where He
Had Been Only A Few Months, When The Little Edith Made Her Appearance On
The Scene Of Action, And Being Nearly Of An Age They Soon Became Good
Friends And Fond Of The Society Of Each Other, Because Of Mutual
Assistance While Pursuing Their Studies Together, Which They Continued
To Do Until Young Carlton Was By His Kind Patron Sent To School, Prior
To His Going To College At Oxford. Fond Of Study, He Readily Acquired
Knowledge Which He Stored Up To Be Used Hereafter As Circumstances Might
Demand; He Was Aware Of His Real Position, And That His Future Success
In Life Must Chiefly Depend Upon His Own Exertions.
His Patron In caring For Him During His Early Years, And Giving Him The
Benefit Of A University Education, Had, In The Young Man'S Opinion,
Fully Carried Out The Promise Made To His Father, On His Death Bed,
Whether On The Completion Of His Education His Benefactor Would Continue
To Assist Him By Using His Interest To Procure Him Some Suitable
Position In Which He Could Carve Out For Himself, A Road To Name And
Fame, He Knew Not, But Nevertheless He Felt A Deep Sense Of Gratitude
For What Had Already Been Done For Him, By His Father'S Old Friend. He
Was Becoming Restless When The Friend Expected Advanced At A Smart Pace
To Meet Him, And Proved To Be Tom Barton, The Youngest Son Of The
Bartons Of The Willows, A Worthy Old Couple Who Resided On Their Own
Property, The So Called Willows Which Joined The Estate Of Sir Jasper
Coleman. In This Family Besides Daughters There Were Two Sons, The
Eldest Horace Barton Had Graduated At St. John'S, And Subsequently Had
Obtained An Appointment In The Civil Service Of The East India Company,
And Had Gone Out To Calcutta, Where He Had Now Been For Several Years.
Tom, Like His Brother, Had Been Educated At Oxford, And Was Now About
Leaving College To Return To His Home For A Few Weeks, Prior To His
Leaving For London, To Pursue The Profession He Had Chosen, That Of The
Law.
"Carlton, My Dear Fellow, You Must Really Excuse Me For Thus Keeping You
Waiting; I Assure You I Could Not Get Away A Moment Sooner. You Can
Easily Imagine The Sort Of Thing, Leaving The Companionship Of Those
Whom For Years You Have Been Associated With In Many A Frolic Or
Academical Scrape; But To The Point; In What Way Can I Serve You?"
Carlton Drew Forth A Sealed Packet From The Pocket Of His Gown, Which He
Handed To Him, Saying As He Did So, "You Will Confer On Me A Great Favor
By Calling At Vellenaux And Giving This Packet Into The Hand Of Miss
Effingham. I Would Rather She Should Receive It When Alone, You Will
Manage This For Me, Will You Not?"
"Certainly, Most Certainly. I Perfectly Understand, Ah You Sly Dog;
After The Pretty Heiress Are You? I Admire Your Choice, And Would I
Think Take The Field Against You, But For My Darling Cousin Kate, She
Will Not Allow Me To Flirt With Any But Herself, So I Will Do My Best
For You."
Arthur Thanked Him Heartily, And After A Few More Words The Friends
Parted, One For His Home At The Willows, The Other For His Small Room In
The College.
Tom Barton Kept His Promise, And The Packet Was Duly Handed To Edith By
Him, He Having Met Her Walking In The Home Park The Very Day Of His
Arrival.
Chapter 3
The Time For Arthur'S Leaving College Had Now Arrived. A Few Brief Lines
From Sir Jasper, Informing Him That He Was To Leave College At The End
Of This Term For Good, But In No Way Hinting What His Future Position
Through Life Might Be, With A Small Note Enclosed From Edith, Was All
That He Had Heard From Devonshire Since His Friend, Tom Barton, Had Left
Oxford; But It Was Evident From The Tone Of The Baronet'S Epistle That
He Expected Him To Make Vellenaux His Home, At Least For The Present Or
Until Some Arrangements Could Be Made For His Future.
He Was Now Nineteen, Nearly Six Feet In Height And Possessed An Amount
Of Strength And Muscular Power Seldom Met With At His Age. These Had
Been Developed And Matured By Boat-Racing, Cricket And Athletic
Exercises, In Which He Took Great Delight. He Was Likewise An Ardent
Lover Of Field Sports. From The Old Lodge Keeper, Who Had Been A Rough
Rider In Sir Jasper'S Troop In The Light Dragoons Through The Greater
Part Of The Peninsular Campaign, He Acquired The Knowledge Of How To Sit
The Saddle And Ride Like A Dragoon, Likewise The Complete Management Of
His Horse; Nor Was The Sabre (The Favorite Weapon Of The Old Soldier)
Forgotten, And Many A Clout And Bruise Did The Youth Receive Before He
Could Satisfy His Instructor As To His Efficiency. Being Of An Obliging
Disposition, The Game Keepers Took A Great Deal Of Trouble To Make Him A
First Rate Shot, And Their Exertions Were Not Thrown Away, And Very
Proud They Were At The Way In Which He Brought Down His Birds.
Surrounded By Some Half Dozen Of His Most Intimate Acquaintances, Young
Carlton Was Eating His Last Collegiate Breakfast, As He Had To Leave For
Vellenaux That Morning By The 8.20 Train, The Usual Toasts And
Congratulations Had Been Exchanged, And Farewell Bumpers Of Champagne
Drank, When The Porter Put His Head In at The Door And Announced In a
Sharp Short Tone, "Times Up, Cab At The Door." A General Rush Was Made
In The Direction Indicated, Arthur Jumped Into The Vehicle, And Amid The
Shouts And Cheers Of His Friends, Was Quickly Rolled Over The Stones To
The Railway Terminus. Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong, Waugh, Waugh, Puff, Puff,
And The Train Moved Slowly Out Of The Station, Increasing Its Velocity
Until It Was Whirling Along At Something Very Like Fifty Miles An Hour.
On Reaching Switchem, The Station Nearest To Vellenaux, Arthur Found His
Horse Waiting For Him, And From The Groom He Learned That Sir Jasper Was
Anxiously Expecting Him, For He Had That Day Accompanied By Edith, Gone
As Far As The Lodge Gate, A Distance Much Greater Than He Had Walked For
Some Time Past. This Was Very Satisfactory For Carlton To Know, And With
A Light Heart He Sprang Into The Saddle And Cantered Merrily Along The
High Road, Leading To The Park Gates, Within Which The Happiest Years Of
His Youth Had Been Spent; And The Welcome He Received From All Was Of
Such A Character As At Once To Set At Rest Any Misgivings Or
Apprehensions He Might Have Felt On This Score.
Sir Jasper Was Kind, Courteous And Almost Paternal. Edith Could
Scarcely Restrain Her Delight At The Idea Of Again Having In That Social
Circle The Playfellow Of Her Childhood And One Who Had Ever Been To Her
As A Dear Brother, A Companion And Confidant, One From Whom She Could
Always Obtain Sympathy And Advice When Annoyed With The Petty Vexations
Of Childhoods Fleeting Day. Even Mrs. Fraudhurst, Always Courteous And
Polite Since His Exodus From Her Scholastic Charge, Was Now More Affable
And Condescending Than Ever To The Baronet'S _Protege_; But She Could
Afford To Be So, For She Well Knew That He Was About To Be Swept From
Her Path, For Years, Perhaps Forever.
The Conversation During Dinner That Evening Was Animated And General;
All Parties Appeared In The Best Possible Spirits, And Anxious To Render
Arthur'S Return From College An Event To Be Remembered Hereafter With
Feelings Of Infinite Satisfaction. Soon After The Removal Of The Cloth,
The Ladies Retired, Leaving Our Hero And Sir Jasper Alone; The Latter
Having Finished A Glass Of Fine Old Crusted Port, Settled Himself
Comfortably In His Easy Chair, And Thrusting His Thumbs In The Armholes
Of His Waistcoat, Thus Addressed His _Protege_.
"Arthur, My Boy, You Are Now, I Think, Of An Age That Would Warrant You
In Judging For Yourself As To What Particular Profession Or Calling You
Are Best Suited To Pursue, In Order To Make A Successful Career Through
Life. Have You Ever Given This Subject A Thought? If So, Now We Are
Alone, I Should Like To Hear What Your Views Or Ideas May Be Concerning
That Matter; It Is One Of Great Importance, And Requires Serious
Consideration."
Now, Although Arthur Had Anticipated That Some Such Enquiry Would Be
Made By The Baronet, He Was Not Quite Prepared As To The Precise Answer
It Would Be Best For Him To Make; In Fact He Was Taken A Little Aback At
The Suddenness Of The Question. He Had Expected That Some Days Would
Elapse Before Sir Jasper Would Broach The Subject, But Being Of A
Straightforward And Truthful Nature, He Frankly Stated What He Thought
Respecting His Future. "Of Course," He Said, "Sir Jasper, I Shall Be
Guided Entirely By Any Suggestions You May Kindly Offer, For To You I
Owe Everything. The Only Path That I Believe Is Open To Me Is That Of
Law Or Medicine; (And Since You Allow Me) I Must Candidly Acknowledge To
Either Of Those Professions I Have An Antipathy; But If It Is Your Wish
That I Should Follow Either Of These, I Can Assure You That Energy And
Perseverance Shall Not Be Wanting On My Part To Attain A Respectable
Standing In Whatever Undertaking I Embark In."
"Right, Arthur, Right; There Is Nothing Like Energy And Perseverance In
Whatever Situation, We May Be Placed In, And Now Listen To Me." The
Baronet Here Took Another Glass Of Port, And Motioned To Arthur To Do
The Same; Then Continued He, "Law And Physic Are Both Distasteful To Me,
Nor Do I Think They Are At All Suitable For You. The Church Is Almost
Out Of The Question, As I Have No Interest In That Quarter, And Could Be
In No Way Of Use To You. You Are Beyond The Age That Lads Generally
Enter The Navy; But What Say You To The Army?" Arthur Gave A Start At
This Proposal, And A Beam Of Delight--Which He Could Not Conceal--Lit Up
His Handsome, Though Somewhat Thoughtful Face.
"Oh, Sir Jasper," He Exclaimed, "It Is The Very Position I Most Prize,
But One That I Had Not Ventured To Hope Could Be Realized; It Has Been
The Day Dream Of My Youth."
The Kind-Hearted Old Baronet Was Evidently Much Pleased At His Young
Friend'S Reply And Enthusiasm. He Took Another Glass Of Wine, Then Said:
"I Promised Your Father To Give You A Fair Start In Life, And I Will
Keep My Word. I Have Already Applied To The Horse Guards On Your Behalf,
And Have The Refusal Of A Cornetcy In The Light Dragoons. There, There,
Say Nothing; I See You Accept It, So That Part Of The Business Is
Settled So Far; But The Regiment Is Now In India, And Likely To Remain
There For Some Years. Have You Any Objections To Leaving England? If So,
You Are At Liberty To Withdraw Your Consent."
"There Is No Part Of The World That I Have So Great A Desire To Visit As
British India. I Have Both Heard And Read A Great Deal Of That
Extraordinary Country. Besides, Is It Not The Land Of My Birth?" Was
Arthur'S Immediate Reply.
"Then Consider The Matter Settled. You Will Not Be Required To Join Your
Regiment Until Six Months
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