that he never saw a liar who would fight, or a fighter who would lie; and he must not only tell the truth himself, but be ready to lick any other boy who tells him a lie, for boys are, to themselves, a law-making body, and must enforce their own laws."
"That is not the way of the boys at our school," icily replied James Brentwood Baldwin, Junior, rising with dignity and receiving his hat from the hand of his valet.
The day of Thorndyke's arrival in Washington he was walking along the street in the bright, sunny, early afternoon of winter. He stopped to buy an afternoon newspaper, that he might see how the balloting for Senator was going in Crane's State, when a shout aroused him, and Letty Standiford, in a gorgeous crimson automobile, with Senator Mince Pie Mulligan by her side, dashed up to the sidewalk.
"Mr. Thorndyke," shrieked Letty, playfully pretending she meant to run Thorndyke down. "I have a piece of news for you. Look out, this is my new red devil—I don't mean Senator Mulligan, but my auto."
"I certainly shall look out when you are around
