The Argosy, Vol. XI No. 20 — page 1: what you’re looking at

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] THE ARGOS Vor. XI, No. 20. SATURDAY, APRIL 11, 1SgI, WHOLE No. 436. B RA D MATIOO N . The other occupants of the vehicle looked at one another in surprise. ) OR ‘“ Why, he must be the new fellow,” whispered one of those who had been commenting on the newcomer’s appearance to his companion. L I F E A T H O S M E R H A hy, fy ; ‘* What new fellow ? Our number is full now.” BY WILLIAM D. MOFFAT. CHAPTER I. THE NEW BOY AT’ HOSMER. ELLO, who is that fellow ?” ‘*Don’t know. He looks as if he had seen pretty hard service some- where, I should say.” ‘* Rather interesting, isn't he? What a queer outfit! If it wasn’t winter I'd say he was off sporting, either gunning or fishing.” ‘*T like his face.” ** Where on earth did he get so brown this Season of the year. He looks like a Cuban or Spaniard.” But he was neither. He was simply a fine, healthy specimen of an American boy, and as he stepped off the south bound train and stood upon the platform of the railruad station at Bramford, he presented a figure well calculated to arouse interest. His compact, well knit form, was clad in a close fitting, and somewhat worn suit of brown corduroy, while upon his head was a soft hat of the same material, completing an outfit that was striking and peculiar. The whole effect was brown—brown suit, a brown alligator skin valise slung about his body, dark curly brown hair, and a complexion bronzed by long exposure to sun and wind, While somewhat odd, his appearance was de- cidedly attractive. His face, of which a pair of handsome gray eyes formed the main feature, was interesting to a degree, and bore a good huniored, happy-go-lucky expression with just a dash of recklessness in it that was peculiarly taking. As he descended to the platform he seemed for a moment in doubt. Turning about, he glanced up and down the station as if in search of something. At length he caught sight of the omaibus in which the two speakers and six or seven other boys were seated. Im- mediately he canie forward, ‘Is this the omnibus that rurs to Hosmer Hall ?” he asked the driver. ‘* Yes,” was the answer, ‘* When do yqu start ?” ‘* Right away.”’ The boy sprang lightly up and seated himself beside the driver. The latter then snapped his whip, and the omnibus rolled off through the town. ' ‘‘No. My roommate, Harry Seguin, had to leave the academy sud- denly just before the holidays Didn't you know his father failed in business ?” ‘Why, no, I didn’t know that. That was mighty hard luck. I must write Harry a letter of sympathy. Perhaps this is a new fellow, then.” te “= Oa ey, et » Sa east | <aeer i +4 at 7% ‘““TVE A GREAT MIND ‘TO MAKE YOU CARRY MY VALISE UP STAIRS FUR ME." ECoOmicboooks.c©