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she slowly descended she curved upward and clawed at the string, she swung downward and clawed at the intangible air.  The tittering rose higher and higher—­the cat was within six inches of the absorbed teacher’s head—­down, down, a little lower, and she grabbed his wig with her desperate claws, clung to it, and was snatched up into the garret in an instant with her trophy still in her possession!  And how the light did blaze abroad from the master’s bald pate—­for the sign-painter’s boy had gilded it!

That broke up the meeting.  The boys were avenged.  Vacation had come.

Note:—­The pretended “compositions” quoted in this chapter are taken without alteration from a volume entitled “Prose and Poetry, by a Western Lady”—­but they are exactly and precisely after the schoolgirl pattern, and hence are much happier than any mere imitations could be.

CHAPTER XXII

Tom joined the new order of Cadets of Temperance, being attracted by the showy character of their “regalia.”  He promised to abstain from smoking, chewing, and profanity as long as he remained a member.  Now he found out a new thing—­namely, that to promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world to make a body want to go and do that very thing.  Tom soon found himself tormented with a desire to drink and swear; the desire grew to be so intense that nothing but the hope of a chance to display himself in his red sash kept him from withdrawing from the order.  Fourth of July was coming; but he soon gave that up —­gave it up before he had worn his shackles over forty-eight hours—­and fixed his hopes upon old Judge Frazer, justice of the peace, who was apparently on his deathbed and would have a big public funeral, since he was so high an official.  During three days Tom was deeply concerned about the Judge’s condition and hungry for news of it.  Sometimes his hopes ran high—­so high that he would venture to get out his regalia and practise before the looking-glass.  But the Judge had a most discouraging way of fluctuating.  At last he was pronounced upon the mend—­and then convalescent.  Tom was disgusted; and felt a sense of injury, too.  He handed in his resignation at once—­and that night the Judge suffered a relapse and died.  Tom resolved that he would never trust a man like that again.

The funeral was a fine thing.  The Cadets paraded in a style calculated to kill the late member with envy.  Tom was a free boy again, however —­there was something in that.  He could drink and swear, now—­but found to his surprise that he did not want to.  The simple fact that he could, took the desire away, and the charm of it.

Tom presently wondered to find that his coveted vacation was beginning to hang a little heavily on his hands.

He attempted a diary—­but nothing happened during three days, and so he abandoned it.

The first of all the negro minstrel shows came to town, and made a sensation.  Tom and Joe Harper got up a band of performers and were happy for two days.