In Barracks and Wigwam — page 39: what you’re looking at

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Startling News. 29 asleep almost as soon as his head pressed the pillow. And whatever dreams visited him in slumber, assuredly none forecast the terrible results of the night’s events—the tragedy that was to blacken his young life on the morrow. The next day was Saturday, and when Linn got awake his first thought was that he was free from studies and recitations. Then he remembered the experience of the night before, and he felt uncomfortable at the prospect of the promised interview between his father and Captain Cameron. He had slept two hours beyond his usual time, for the bronze clock on the mantel pointed to half-past nine. He dressed quickly and went down stairs. His father hal gone to the bank, of course, and he did not enjoy his breakfast any the less because it was eaten in solitude. At a few minutes past ten o’clock Linn left the house, and walked rapidly toward the bank. He supposed that Captain Cameron had called on his father by this time, and he was resolved to face the music at once, and thus end his worry and uncertainty in one way or another. The banker was seated at his desk, which was strewn with the morning’s opened letters, and when the lad en- tered he locked up with a grave and stern expression. “T knew it,’ thought Linn. “Now for the storm.” But his father’s first words dispelled the conviction. “What is it, my son?” he said, hurriedly. “I am very busy this morning. I can’t be disturbed.” “Why, I thought—oh, nothing, particular, sir,” stam- mered Linn. ‘I just dropped in. JI—I thought perhaps you might want me.” With a gesture of impatience, Mr. Hilliard turned to his correspondence; then he changed his mind as quickly, and wheeled around in his chair. | “T have a piece of news for you,’ he saidy “bates % t