“This to me?” exclaimed Socrates Smith, hardly crediting the testimony of his ears.
“Yes, sir, and more! I predict that the stupid folly which has characterized your course will, within six months, drive from you every scholar you have in your school!”
“Mr. Crabb,” gasped Socrates, never more surprised in his life than he was at the sudden spirit exhibited by the usher, “I will not be so insulted. Leave me, and to-morrow morning leave my service.”
“I will, sir. I have no desire to remain here longer.”
But when Mr. Crabb had walked away his spirit sank within him. How was he to obtain another situation? He must consult immediately with Hector Roscoe, in whose judgment, boy as he was, he reposed great confidence.
CHAPTER XXII. THE WELCOME LETTER.
“Hector,” said Mr. Crabb, nervously, “I am going to leave the institute at the end of the week.”
“Have you secured another situation, Mr. Crabb?” asked Hector, hopefully.
“No,” answered the usher, shaking his head. “I have been discharged.”