CHAPTER XVII.
A STARTLING SURPRISE.
The next fortnight was about the happiest time Jim had passed since the news arrived of his father's death. Thanks in some part to his wages, they had tided over the worst of the crisis; and his mother, who was really a skilful needlewoman, had now no lack of employment.
At the Deanery School he had quite recovered his popularity. The boys sought his advice as in the old days; and one half-holiday the Football Committee begged him to assist the team in an important match. Mr. Broad readily granted him an extra hour's leave, and much to the delight of his numerous admirers, he had the satisfaction of kicking the winning goal for the school.
"There's an end to my football in Beauleigh," he said, as he left the field with his chum.
"And a very good finish!" laughed the Angel. "The Deanery fellows will miss you at cricket next season."
"I expect they'll miss us both. I hope, though, they'll keep the shield."
"They're bound to!" said Dick, with a grin. "Haven't they got Simpson?"
"Of course; I'd forgotten him. Have you heard from Sir Thomas Arkell?"
"Yes; I'm to begin work on the morning they reopen after the holidays. I can hardly believe it now."