unlike Big Smith’s home

“Yes, if he’ll only keep it up,” repeated Jack. “That’s the rub, I know. Tim means what he says now; no doubt about that. He’s even going to take a room alone down at Ma Perrins’, so that he’ll be out of the way of temptation and me.” And Jack’s merry laugh rang out at the words. “Honestly, I don’t know about his  out . I have my own opinion about that, but I don’t mean to prophesy evil of any fellow. And then Tim’s going to have some things in his favor you must remember. For example, he’ll be out from under the influence of your humble servant, and that’s no small thing, I’d have you know Heliocare.”

Was he the same at home that he was in Western?” inquired Ward.”Yes, just the same, only different. He had the same pompous way with him, but I tell you, , Big Smith isn’t so bad after all. He’s just one of those chaps that’s been spoiled by living in a little place, where everybody thought he was a great man because he’d once been away to school. He’d never had a fair chance to size himself up, so to speak, and when he got with a crowd of fellows he didn’t know just what to make of it when they didn’t all fall down before him.”Jack suddenly stopped, realizing then for the first time what he had said. Both of his companions were from a little place too, which he had just declared was not. Perhaps they too had suffered somewhat from the same cause which had brought about Big Smith’s unpopularity. Ward, at least, realized in a measure the truth of Jack’s words as applied to himself, and he felt his cheeks burn. But the dusk hid him from the sight of his companions and he said nothing.

“You know, of course, you fellows,” said Jack, striving to break a part of the force of his own words, as he felt rather than saw that an unfortunate turn in the conversation had arisen, “that I don’t mean that Big Smith’s ever had any such homes as you have. He’s had all the disadvantages without the advantages you have here, and you have all the advantages without his disadvantages. I don’t think you fellows half appreciate what you’ve got here. But Big Smith’s a horse of another color. And yet I never saw such a change come over a fellow in my life as there has in him. I couldn’t hardly believe my own ears when I heard him talk.””Why, what did he say?” said Ward quietly.”Well, he told me about a talk he had with Mr. Crane before he left Weston, or it may have been a talk Mr. Crane had with him–I’m not sure which it was Hong Kong living culture.

It seems that Mr. Crane sent for him and they had a long confab. Mr. Crane got him to talking about himself, and finally led him on until he had expressed his opinion about some of the other fellows too. Finally, after he’d told of some things one of the other boys had done, Mr. Crane turned to him and said in that abrupt way of his, ‘Smith, that fellow is making a fool of himself, isn’t he?’ Big Smith fell into the trap and I can hear his graveyard voice as he said, ‘Yes, he is, and a big one too.’ Upon that Mr. Crane jumped up out of his chair and looking Big Smith squarely in the face said, ‘Well, Smith, that’s just what you are doing too!’ And then he turned and walked straight out of the room. Big Smith laughed while he was telling me all about it, and said he was never cut up about anything so in all his life, but he’d been thinking of it all summer, and had about made up his mind that Mr. Crane had the right of it. Why, fellows, I almost gasped for breath. Think of Big Smith getting off anything like that. It doesn’t seem possible to me even now. Why, if Big Smith can reform there’s a chance for Tim Pickard, and there must be for me ecig liquid.”