Ned, Bob and Jerry at Boxwood Hall; Or, The Motor Boys as Freshmen

by Clarence Young

  CHAPTER IV

  THE DECISION

  “Looks as if something was up,” whispered Bob to Ned, as the threechums slid into the house.

  “That’s what it does,” agreed Ned. “I guess Mrs. Hopkins thought wewere making too much of a racket on her front stoop.”

  “We did raise a sort of row,” commented Jerry, tossing his hat on a pegof the rack. “But mother doesn’t care an awful lot about that. She’sheard noise before. There’s something else in the wind, believe me!”

  Mrs. Hopkins, with the fathers of Bob and Ned, had withdrawn fromthe hall into the library, where they could be heard in low-voicedconversation.

  “I wonder what the game is,” came from Ned. “Another family conference!Did you know they were going to have it, Jerry?”

  The tall lad shook his head.

  “Unless it’s about us I can’t imagine what it’s for,” he said. “But Ireckon it does concern us. Well, we’ll have to take our medicine, Isuppose.”

  “Come in, boys,” called Mrs. Hopkins. “What we have to say concerns youas much as it does us.”

  Rather sheepishly Ned, Bob and Jerry filed into the library, and tookseats. Mrs. Hopkins was seated at a table with her two guests, and onthis there appeared to be a pile of books, over which a newspaper wasthrown, as though to conceal them from view, temporarily at least.

  “Seems to me you young men might be a little more quiet in approachinga lady’s house,” remarked Mr. Slade, looking at his son; and his voicewas not as good-natured as usual.

  “Oh, well, Dad,” came the response, “you see we just had a little race,to decide who’d buy the ice cream sodas, and we did make rather astrenuous finish of it, I guess.”

  “I should say so!” exclaimed Mr. Baker, looking at his son. “I thoughtit was a mad-dog chase at least, banging up on the steps that way. Butit only goes to show that it’s high time we took some action in yourcases.”

  “That’s right,” put in Mr. Slade, with a vigorous nod.

  The three chums looked wonderingly at one another.

  “Surely they can’t be going to punish us just for a little prank likethat,” thought Jerry. His mother looked at him and smiled.

  “Well, I don’t mind a little noise,” she said. “But I really thinkit is time something was done to subdue the lads a little. They aregetting a bit too much out of hand.”

  “We haven’t acted a bit too soon,” murmured Mr. Slade.

  “I only hope it isn’t too late,” added the banker.

  Once more the chums looked wonderingly at one another, and then Ned,addressing his father, burst out with:

  “Say, Dad, what’s it all about, anyhow? What’s up? Are we on trial justbecause we made a racket over a foot race?”

  “We’ll apologize to Mrs. Hopkins, if you want us to,” Bob said.

  “Oh, no, my dear boy, no apology is required!” Jerry’s mother madehaste to say. “While you did make considerable noise, that isn’t thereason we called you in to hear our decision about a certain matter.Of course the way you all acted just now bears out what we havebeen fearful of for some time back, and that is--perhaps one of yougentlemen can explain better than I,” she finished with a nod towardMr. Baker and Mr. Slade.

  There was a momentary hesitation on the part of each of them, while thelooks of wonder, not unmixed with apprehension, deepened on the facesof the chums. Then Mr. Slade said:

  “Well, boys, it amounts to this. For some time we have been noticingyour conduct. Not that you have done anything wrong or improper, butyou haven’t done exactly what is right, either. You are getting on inyears, in fact you are young men now, and boys no longer, so it is timeyou acted like young men.”

  “If that race just now----” broke in Ned.

  “Oh, it isn’t altogether that!” his father made haste to say. “Thatis only one straw that shows which way the wind is blowing. You areentirely too frivolous, and when I say that I include you, Jerry, andyou, Bob, with the permission of your parents.”

  “Yes, I agreed with Mr. Slade,” murmured Mrs. Hopkins.

  “And I,” added the banker.

  “So we have called you in to acquaint you with our decision,” thedepartment store proprietor went on. “And I want to say that we did notarrive at it hastily. We have had several conferences on the matter, aswe wanted to be fair and just to all of you, and we wanted to do ourduty. Now perhaps you have something to say, Mr. Baker, before we tellthe boys what is in store for them.”

  “Looks serious,” Jerry formed the words with his lips to Ned, but didnot emit a whisper.

  Ned nodded gloomily.

  “Well, Aaron, you’ve said about all there is to say on the subject,”began the banker slowly. “I might add that I think our boys havehad plenty of good times and strenuous adventures. There can be nocomplaint on their part about that. And, boys, I want to say that youmust now settle down and prepare to make real men of yourselves. Youare boys no longer--you must prepare to accept the responsibilities oflife. Have you anything to add, Mrs. Hopkins?”

  “Nothing except that I fully agree with you gentlemen. And I thinkwhat we are about to do will be for the best interests of all of us,especially of our boys. We are proud of them in spite of the fact thatthey are sometimes a little too careless, and we want to continue to beproud of you, boys. Tell them what we have decided to do, Mr. Slade.”

  “It is this,” said the department store keeper, as he removed thenewspaper from the pile of books, or rather, pamphlets. “We are goingto send you boys to some college or military academy, where, understricter discipline than any to which you have hitherto been subjected,you will be able to develop your characters.”

  “Sent away to college!” exclaimed Jerry.

  “Military academy!” echoed Bob.

  “Strict discipline!” murmured Ned.

  There was silence for a moment, and then Mr. Baker went on:

  “That is the conclusion we have arrived at after giving the matterserious thought. It will be the best thing in the world for you youngmen--boys no longer--to go away to some college. You will have regularhours and regular studies, which you have not had in the past twoyears. Not that you are backward, for you have kept yourselves wellinformed, and your travels have been helpful, in a measure. But youneed regularity, and you are going to get it.

  “Now we have here,” he went on, “catalogues from several institutionsof learning. They are all good, as far as we can tell, and any one ofthem would suit me as a place for my boy. We have not quite made up ourminds which one to choose. We want you all to go to the same one.”

  “I should say, yes!” cried Jerry.

  “We don’t want to be impertinent,” added Ned, “but we couldn’t think ofgoing to separate colleges. We must be together.”

  “Sure!” echoed Bob.

  “Well, we are very glad we can give in to you on that point,” said Mr.Slade, smiling.

  “Now we will proceed to the further discussion, which you interruptedwith your strenuous foot race,” said Mr. Baker, “and we will let youhelp us decide which college you will attend. Now here is a cataloguethat interests me,” and he held up one of a well-known college.

  There was quite a lengthy discussion, in which the boys joined, tellingwhat they knew, or had heard, of certain institutions. Some they flatlyrefused to consider at all. Toward others they were more favorablyinclined.

  “Now here is one I should like to see you attend,” said Mr. Slade,holding up another prospectus. “It is----”

  He was interrupted by an exclamation from Jerry, who rushed from theroom.

  “Why! what in the world is the matter with him?” asked Mrs. Hopkins insurprise.

  No one answered, and before they could indulge in any speculation Jerrywas back again, waving over his head a catalogue similar to those onthe table.

  “If we have to go to college,” he said, “and I guess we do, this isthe one we’d like you to pick out--Boxwood Hall! Let us go there! It’sa dandy place, accor
ding to the catalogue, and it has a good standingfrom a scholastic and athletic standpoint. Let us go to Boxwood Hall,where our old friend, Professor Snodgrass, is a teacher.”

  “Boxwood Hall?” murmured Mr. Slade, questioningly.

  “Professor Snodgrass,” said Mr. Baker, reflectively.

  “He sent me this catalogue,” Jerry went on, “though when I got it Ihadn’t the least notion in the world that I would go there. Let meread you the professor’s letter”; and this he did.

  Mr. Slade picked up the Boxwood Hall catalogue and glanced at theillustrations of the various buildings.

  “It looks like a nice place,” he said.

  “It sure does!” exclaimed his son, looking over his father’s shoulder.“We would like it there.”

  “And there are some well known names on the faculty, aside from that ofProfessor Snodgrass,” went on Mr. Slade.

  “Professor Snodgrass,” murmured Mr. Baker. “He’s the scientist who sooften went with you boys on your trips, gathering queer bugs and so on.”

  “He’s the one!” Jerry remarked. “Say, fellows, will you ever forgetthe time he saw a bug on the railroad track, and almost got under thelocomotive to capture the insect.”

  “That’s right,” chorused Ned and Bob.

  “That’s the one objection to Boxwood Hall,” resumed Mr. Baker. “I’mafraid instead of studying, you boys will be going off on bug-huntingtrips with Professor Snodgrass. I guess we’d better decide on someother college.”