"I mean so, this time."
"I am so glad!"
"Don"t you think father will let me stay at home, if I do well?"
"Perhaps he will."
"I don"t like the idea of being put into a strait jacket, and tied to a bell rope."
"It would be hard for you."
"I can"t stand it, any how. I have made up my mind to be a saint. I intend to keep out of all sc.r.a.pes, and behave with perfect propriety all the time, night and day."
"I hope you are not jesting, Richard," said Bertha, who did not like the facetious language with which he clothed his resolutions.
"I"m in earnest. I mean every word I say. I solemnly promise you that I will be a pattern of propriety; but I don"t like the Tunbrook Military Inst.i.tute. I don"t like the idea of being tied down to Colonel Brockridge"s little finger; of being drummed and fifed here and there; and of reciting a Latin lesson at six o"clock in the morning, after an hour"s drill on the parade ground. Berty, to tell you the truth, I don"t believe I shall be able to keep my good resolutions, if I am to be tied to a bell rope, or have to move by the tap of a drum."
"I hope you will."
"If I could stay at home, and have my pony and my boat, I should do first rate."
Whatever the experienced reader may think of Richard"s sincerity, he was uttering an honest opinion. He sincerely feared that his courage would not be equal to the work of submitting to the discipline of Tunbrook, and conquering himself, at one and the same time. Tunbrook and Colonel Brockridge seemed to be formidable obstacles in the path of reform.
"You would soon get used to the discipline of the Inst.i.tute," suggested Bertha.
"I might get used to it as the old man"s horse got used to living upon shavings--when he died. If I go, I shall try to submit; but I don"t want to go."
"I don"t see how it can be avoided. Father is determined that you shall go."
"You can save me from this strait jacket, if you will, Berty."
"What can I do, Richard?"
"Mr. Presby will do any thing you ask him to do. You can tell him that you think it would injure me to be sent to Tunbrook. Then he can talk with father about it; and father will do any thing that Mr. Presby wishes."
Bertha promised to speak to Mr. Presby about the matter, and she did so at once; but instead of Bertha convincing him that it would injure Richard to be sent to the Military School, he convinced her that it would be the best thing in the world for him.
"I am afraid I spoiled my own children by over indulgence, and I cannot counsel your father to do the same thing," said the old gentleman, with deep feeling.
Bertha returned to her brother with his answer. Richard was not angry, as she feared he would be, and this was a very hopeful sign. But he went over his argument against strait jackets, bell ropes, and drums and fifes, once more, and then proposed that he should be put on probation for one or two months; and if he did any thing wrong, he would submit without a murmur.
Bertha went to Mr. Presby again, and was so far successful that the old gentleman agreed to speak with Mr. Grant in the evening. He kept his promise, but the father carried a stronger argument than the friend of the family. Richard was doomed to go to the Military Inst.i.tute, and the fact was patent to him before he retired. He felt as though he wanted to submit, but the unconquered enemy that had so often led him astray was rebellious.
He did not sleep well that night. He was excited by the prospect before him. His good resolutions seemed to be very shaky, and he found himself running away from them. When he heard the clock strike twelve, he actually jumped out of bed, under a sudden impulse, fully resolved to run away and go to sea. He thought he would take the Greyhound, and make his way down to the city and ship the next day. He put on a portion of his clothes, under the influence of this impulse.
"This would be becoming a saint with a vengeance!" said he to himself, as he threw off his clothes, and got into bed again. "I told Bertha I would try to submit, and I will."
This was the first decided advantage which Richard had gained over his great enemy; but the battle was a mere skirmish with the outposts of the potent foe. It was a victory, however, and it strengthened him. It improved the _morale_ of his fighting element.
He had resisted temptation, and angels ministered unto him. While they ministered, peace came, and he fell asleep.
At an early hour in the morning he was called by his father. With the a.s.sistance of Bertha he packed his trunk and prepared himself for the journey. He was sad, but submissive. At nine o"clock, having bid adieu to all his friends, and taken a sorrowful survey of Woodville, he and his father were driven down to the railroad station.
Before night they reached Tunbrook, and Richard was introduced to the terrible Colonel Brockridge. He was a little man of fifty, with great bushy red whiskers, whose whole face seemed to be eclipsed by the wonderful sharpness of his eyes. He shook hands with Richard, spoke to him very kindly, and hoped they should be good friends. The new recruit was shown to his quarters, as his room was called, and Mr. Grant took his leave.
Richard felt that he was alone with the future.
CHAPTER X.
RICHARD LEARNS THE MEANING OF RIGHT ABOUT FACE.
The apartment to which Richard was shown was called "Barrack B." There were ten rooms of this kind, known by the first ten letters of the alphabet, omitting J. Each barrack contained twenty narrow iron bedsteads, and no two boys were allowed to occupy the same bed. At the head of each barrack, there was an alcove large enough to contain the bed of the a.s.sistant teacher, who had charge of the pupils in the room.
This apartment of the instructor was screened from the view of the boys by a curtain, so that he could see without being seen, when he desired to do so.
There was a small closet in the wall between every two beds, for the use of the boys, and Richard was directed to transfer the contents of his trunk to this receptacle, by Mr. Gault, the a.s.sistant teacher in charge of Barrack B. Richard opened the trunk, and then sat down upon the bed to wait until the instructor should retire, for he did not care to exhibit his wardrobe to a stranger.
"Proceed, if you please," said Mr. Gault.
"I think I will do this business by myself," replied Richard.
"According to a rule of the Inst.i.tute, the wardrobe of each pupil must be inspected," said the teacher.
"Inspected?" asked the recruit. "What for?"
"To see that no improper articles are brought in."
"I would rather not," added Richard.
"The rule is imperative," said Mr. Gault, decidedly.
The strait jacket had already begun to oppress the male heir of Woodville, and he was disposed to resent the indignity, as he deemed it; but almost the last words of Bertha had been an injunction to observe the rules of the school, however distasteful they might be.
Reluctantly, and with the feeling that he was sacrificing his independence, Richard transferred his clothing to the closet a.s.signed to him. Mr. Gault carefully watched the proceeding, and confiscated several articles which were declared to be contraband, among which were some cakes and other sweetmeats, prepared by Bertha, and several yellow-covered novels he had purchased in Whitestone.
"Can"t I have those things?" asked Richard.
"No, sir; no boy belonging to the Inst.i.tute is allowed to eat cake on the premises."
"Why not?"
"We do not explain to boys the reason for every thing we do," replied Mr. Gault, rather curtly.
"I don"t think you have any right to take my property away from me."
"I don"t ask your opinion, and it is of no value whatever."