es accidentally seated, one on each side of Power. The mottoes
on the envelopes which were sent in with the successful exercises were
always read out before the envelope was opened, and in one of the prizes
for which there had been many competitors, the punning motto, Ezousiazo,
told them at once that Power had again achieved a brilliant success.
The Great Hall was always a scene for the triumphs of this happy boy.
Both Walter and Kenrick turned at the same moment to congratulate him,
Walter seizing his right-hand and Kenrick his left. Power, after
thanking them for their warm congratulations, grasped both their hands,
and drew them towards each other. Kenrick was aware of what he meant,
and his heart fluttered as he now hoped to regain a lost friend; but
just at that moment Walter's attention happened to be attracted by Eden,
who, though sitting some benches off, wished to telegraph his
congratulations to Power. Unfortunately, therefore, Walter turned his
head away, before he knew that Kenrick's hand was actually touching his.
He did not perceive Power's kind intention until the opportunity was
lost; and Kenrick, misinterpreting his conduct, had flushed with sudden
pride, and hastily withdrawn his hand. On the second occasion Walter
had gone up the hill to the churchyard, by the side of which was a
pleasant stile, overshadowed by aged elms, on which he often sat reading
or enjoying the breeze and the view. It suddenly occurred to him that
he would look at Daubeny's grave, to see if the stone had yet been put
up. He found that it had just been raised, and he was sorrowfully
reading the inscription, when a footstep roused him from his mournful
recollections. A glance showed him that Kenrick was approaching,
evidently with the same purpose. He came slowly to the grave and read
the epitaph. Their eyes met in a friendly gaze. A sudden impulse to
reconciliation seized them both, and they were on the verge of shaking
hands, when three boys came sauntering through the churchyard--one of
them was the ill-omened Jones. The association jarred on both their
minds, and turning away without a word they walked home in different
directions.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

EDEN'S TROUBLES.

Et tibi quae Samios diduxit littera ramos,
Surgentem dextro monstravit limite callem.

Pers. three 56.

There has the Samian Y's instructive make,
Pointed the road thy doubtful foot should take;
There warned thy raw and yet