s put where he ought to be, at the head of the
school--(applause)--and I'm proud to be allowed to second it."

This was no ordinary meeting truly. No sooner was Wyndham done, but
Telson leapt on his form, and shouted,--

"On behalf of the kids--(laughter)--I third that. (Laughter.) I don't
know what you're grinning at--(laughter)--but, I can tell you, we all
mean to back him up. (Loud cheers.) That's all I've got to say!"

Other speeches followed, equally cordial, from Fairbairn and the
captain's old schoolhouse friends, and even from some unexpected
quarters where every one supposed the old partisanship still lurked.

Amid much enthusiasm Riddell was elected President, and duly installed
by his old rival.

Then there were loud calls for "A speech!" from the captain. It was
long before he could sufficiently overcome his nervousness to attempt
it, but at last he said--or rather stammered--amidst the enthusiasm of
the meeting, "I am much obliged, gentlemen. I wish Bloomfield had kept
the post. I'm afraid I sha'n't make a good President. Gentlemen, if we
go on as we have begun to-day the captain of Willoughby will have
nothing to do. The old school is looking up fast. (Cheers.) Now we
are all pulling one way, I should like to see what can stop us! But I
really can't make a speech now. If you knew all I feel--but there, I
shall only break down if I try to go on, so I'd better stop."

And thus Willoughby returned once more to her right mind.

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.

WILLOUGHBY HERSELF AGAIN.

It was the day of the Templeton match, and all Willoughby had once more
turned out into the Big to watch the achievements of its heroes.

Yet it was not so much the cricket that fellows crowded out to see. Of
course, the contest between the second-eleven and Templeton was
moderately interesting. But it was not of the first importance, and
Willoughby might have survived had it been deprived of the pleasure of
witnessing it.

But the pleasure of witnessing old Wyndham umpiring for the old school
in the very Big where his own mighty victories had been achieved, was
quite another matter; and in honour of this event it was that Willoughby
turned out in a body and watched the Templeton match.

The old captain had not much altered in the few weeks since he had left
Willoughby. His whiskers had not had time to grow, and he even wore the
same flannel jacket he had on at the athletic sports in May. But in the
eyes