This was certainly no reason why the hand of justice should be stayed.  Mr. Lowington did not intend to stay it, though the thought of his own juvenile depravity modified his view, and appeased his wrath.  He put on his hat and left the house.  He walked over to the Academy, and being shown to the office of the principal, he informed him of the depredations committed in his garden.

“Who did it, Mr. Lowington?” demanded the principal, with proper indignation in his tones and his looks.

“Shuffles.”

“I need not have asked.  That boy gives me more trouble than all the others put together,” added Mr. Baird, with an anxious expression.  “And yet what can I do with him?”

“Expel him,” replied Mr. Lowington, laconically.

“I don’t like to do that.”

“Why not?”

“It would be an injury to me.”

“Why so?”

“It would offend his father, who is a person of wealth and influence.  When Shuffles came to Brockway ten other boys came with him.  He was expelled from another institution, which so incensed his father that he induced the parents of ten others to take their sons out, and send them to me.  If I expel Shuffles, I shall lose about a dozen of my students, and I can’t afford to do that.”

“But must the neighborhood suffer from his depredations?”

“I will talk with the boy; I will keep him in his room for a week.”

“I’m afraid the boy needs severer measures.  If this were the first, or even the third time, I would, not say so much.”

“My dear sir, what can I do?”

“The boy needs strict discipline.  If I were still in the navy, and had him aboard my ship, I could make a man of him.”

“I don’t think anything can be done.”

“Something must be done, Mr. Baird.  My garden shall not be robbed with impunity.”

“I will do what I can, Mr. Lowington.”

But the owner of the stolen fruit was by this time satisfied that nothing would be done.  The principal of the Brockway Academy had not force nor influence enough to control such a boy as Shuffles.  Mr. Lowington took his leave, determined to apply to another tribunal for the correction of the evil.  That night the peach thieves were arrested, and put in the lock-up.  The next day they were tried, found guilty, and sentenced to pay a fine and costs, which Mr. Baird promptly paid.  Within a week Mr. Lowington’s stable was burned to the ground.  Shuffles was seen near the building just before the fire broke out; but it could not be proved that he was the incendiary, though no one doubted the fact.  He was arrested, but discharged on the examination.

“You see how it is, Mr. Lowington,” said the principal of the Academy, as the two gentlemen met after the examination.  “It would have been better for you if you had not prosecuted the boy for stealing the peaches.”

“I don’t think so,” replied Mr. Lowington.  “I must do my duty, without regard to consequences; and you will pardon me if I say you ought to do the same.”