during the former term, the latter volunteered to continue giving
French lessons to our hero. These were now partly of a
conversational character, and, as Harry was thoroughly in earnest, it
was not long before he was able to speak quite creditably.

About the first of November, Fitzgerald Fletcher left the Prescott
Academy, and returned to his home in Boston. It was not because he
had finished his education, but because he felt that he was not
appreciated by his fellow-students. He had been ambitious to be
elected to an official position in the Clionian Society, but his
aspirations were not gratified. He might have accepted this
disappointment, and borne it as well as he could, had it not been
aggravated by the elevation of Harry Walton to the presidency. To be
only a common member, while a boy so far his social inferior was
President, was more than Fitzgerald could stand. He was so incensed
that upon the announcement of the vote he immediately rose to a point
of order.

"Mr. President," he said warmly, "I must protest against this
election. Walton is not a member of the Prescott Academy, and it is
unconstitutional to elect him President."

"Will the gentleman point out the constitutional clause which has
been violated by Walton's election?" said Oscar Vincent.

"Mr. President," said Fletcher, "this Society was founded by students
of the Prescott Academy; and the offices should be confined to the
members of the school."

Harry Walton rose and said: "Mr. President, my election has been a
great surprise to myself. I had no idea that any one had thought of
me for the position. I feel highly complimented by your kindness,
and deeply grateful for it; but there is something in what Mr.
Fletcher says. You have kindly allowed me to share in the benefits
of the Society, and that satisfies me. I think it will be well for
you to make another choice as President."

"I will put it to vote," said the presiding officer. "Those who are
ready to accept Mr. Walton's resignation will signify it in the usual
way."

Fletcher raised his hand, but he was alone.

"Those who are opposed," said the President.

Every other hand except Harry's was now raised.

"Mr. Walton, your resignation is not accepted," said the presiding
officer. "I call upon you to assume the duties of your new position."

Harry rose, and, modestly advanced to the chair. "I have already
thanked you, gentlemen," he said, "for the honor you have c