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Show Preparing For a Caning:. Kit Alexander had been warned se eral times for breaches of school discipline disci-pline and was at length reported to the bead master, who gave him a final warning. One night not long after Kit was again caught in mischief, and ha felt that this time he was "in for it.'' A flogging by the doctor wqb no joke, i on1 K"if 4-n mnlro rohot imiv. aration he could that the wind might be tempered to the shorn lamb. On rising the next morning he put on first his undershirt, then a layer of Btiff brown paper, then his jerseys, upon these a sweater and over all a clean white shirt, borrowed from his chum, whose clothing was two sizes larger than-his own. Lastly he put on his coat and vest It was a very hot day in June, and at ' morning intermission Kit whispered to a friend: "I'm nearly stifled. I hope he'll give it to me now." But the doctor said nothing, and Kit went on stewing until dinner time. He felt half inolined to dispense at least with the sweater before afternoon school, but fear of the doctor's cane detened him. All through the afternoon he suffered untold misery, mopping his faoe until his handkerchief would mop no more. But at length, just before dismissal, came a messenger. "The doctor would like to see Alexander in his study." On entering the study the boy Baw the supple, snakelike cano lying on th table. "Weli, Alexander' said the dootor "l ean go on warning you no longer. Tou have brought this upon yourself. But as it is yo.r first visit here for Fucb a nnvnnco T cli?l m n 1 -Q T-n-m" TinTiiaVi. ment somewhat milder. Hold out your hand; four on each 1" louth's Companion. |