Penny Dreadfuls, 1888 · page 49 of 324
Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 49: what you’re looking at
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——— GEOFFREY ENTERS COLLEGE. («45 qualified to entera private institution for young men, where the principal, after learning the circumstances regarding his early misfortune and inability to study, al- lowed him special privileges. Here he remained for a year, overcoming every ob- stacle with an iron will and unflagging perseverance, and surprising every one by his progress. He developed in other ways aiso, becoming more mature physically, and acquired a dignity and thoughtfulness almost beyond his years, yet at the same time possessing a peculiar gentleness and courtesy of marner that won every one. At the end of the year he was qualified to enter col- lege. Mr. Huntress told him that he might remain where he was ?f he felt the least sensitiveness about entering a university ; but he was ready and 2ager now to take hig place in the world with young men of his own age. Geof- frey had a consciousness within him that he could hold his own anywhere, and he decided that he would go to Yale. He passed his examinations, and was received without a condition, and he could not help experiencing a feeling of triumph that at last he was on the “home stretch,” so to speak, for the goal toward which he had for years so longingly and enviously looked. Now he was only one year behind Gladys, and he hoped to be able to lessen the distance between them before he was through with his course. At all events. if his health was spared, he would now have a finished education, and would not need to feel that he was beneath her in point of intellect. As for Gladys herself, she was as proud as she could be when Geoffrey told her of his success. “Just to think of it,” she cried, with shining eyes ona flushed cheeks, though a little mischievous smile played over her red lips; “only six years ago I taught you your letters, and now you are almost at the top of the ladder! Oh, Geoffrey. I’m afraid you are very smart! ” Afraid, Gladys?” “Yes, and please don’t drive your chariot too fast, even! now. Why, if you had had the opportunities that have fallen to my lot, you would have been so far above me by this time that I should never have dared so much as to lift my eyes to you,” the young girl returned with mock humility. > oy wn eom (C(O)