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Tinn’s Errand to the Indian School. 15 instill a desire to become a useful and civilized citizen of the United States. But he could not flatter himself that he succeeded. Deerfoot avoided the subject with evident aversion, and as the weeks passed on he grew more sad ~ and melancholy. One afternoon in May, six months after the events on the athletic ground, Linn went from the college recitation room to his father’s bank. It was four o’clock, and the bank had been closed to the public for an hour. A couple of,clerks were bending over ledgers, and Mr. Hilliard sat at a desk in his private room. He held a letter in his hand, and a stack of bank-notes lay before him. He wheeled around in his chair as his son entered. “Father, I would like to have twenty-five dollars,” said Linn, abruptly. “Twenty-five dollars ?’’ exciaimed the banker. “‘Non- sense! What can you want with such a sum of money, Linn?” Linn’s heart sank, and he did not reply. The truth of the matter was that a needy friend had begged him for the loan of that amount for a few days, and he had made a half promise to get it, though with little hope of suc- cess. “Are you in debt?” the banker went on. “I can’t be- lieve that you would dare to disobey me. You remember what I told you some time ago——’”’ “T don’t owe a penny,” Linn interrupted. “It is not that. But I want the money very badly, father.” “Yes, to squander on foolishness,” said Mr. Hillard. “I certainly don’t intend to give you twenty-five dollars. Money is the root of all evil, and in the hands of a lad of your age it becomes: a most pernicious factor. You have no idea of its use.’ “I never had a chance to learn,” Linn replied. A tittle... =|