scholarship is to be announced at the
same time: Bruce and Home are the favourite names.

A crowd of boys throng round the steps, but Julian is not among them; he
is leaning over the rails of the churchyard, under the elm-trees by
Peachey's tomb, filled with a trembling and almost sickening anxiety.
Bruce, confident of victory, is playing racquets, just below the
schoolyard.

The Examiner suddenly appears from the speech-room door. There is a
breathless silence while he reads the list, and then announces, in an
emphatic voice--

"The Newry scholarship is adjudged to Julian Home!"

Off darts Lillyston, bounds up the hill into the churchyard, and has
informed the happy Julian of his good fortune long before the "three
cheers for Mr Burton," and "three cheers for Home," have died away.

CHAPTER FIVE.

SAINT WERNER'S.

"So soon the boy a youth, the youth a man,
Eager to run the race his fathers ran."
Rogers' _Human Life_.

The last day at Harton came; the last chapel-service in that fair school
fabric; the last sermon, "Arise, let us go hence;" the last look at the
churchyard and the fourth-form room; the last "Speecher," and delivering
up of the monitor's keys; the last farewells to Mr Carden and the other
masters, and the Doctor, and their schoolfellows and fags; and then with
swelling hearts Julian and Lillyston got into the special train,
thronged with its laughing and noisy passengers, and during the twenty
minutes which were occupied by their transit to London, were filled with
the melancholy thought that the days of boyhood were over for ever.

"Good-bye, Frank," said Julian--"To-morrow, to fresh fields and pastures
new."

"Good-bye, Julian. We must meet next at Saint Werner's."

"Mind you write meanwhile."

"All right. You shall hear in a week. Good-bye." And Lillyston nodded
from the cab window his last farewell to Julian Home, the Harton boy.

But if there were partings, what glorious meetings there were too,
during those twenty-four hours. Ah! they must be felt, not written of:
but I am sure that no family felt a keener joy that day, than Julian's
mother, and sister, and brothers, when they saw him again, and learnt
with pride that he had won a scholarship of 100 pounds a year; even Will
and Mary, the faithful servants, seemed, when they heard it, to look up
to their young master with even more honour than before.

Bruce spent the first part of his holidays in shooting, and the l