PROFESSOR HARRINGTON'S ENTERTAINMENT Meanwhile Ben Barclay was enjoying himself at Professor Harrington's entertainment.

He was at the Town Hall fifteen minutes before the time, and secured a seat very near the stage, or, perhaps it will be more correct to say, the platform.

He had scarcely taken his seat when, to his gratification, Rose Gardiner entered the hall and sat down beside him.
"Good-evening, Ben," she said pleasantly.

"So you came, after all." Ben's face flushed with pleasure, for Rose Gardiner was, as we have said, the prettiest girl in Pentonville, and for this reason, as well as for her agreeable manners, was an object of attraction to the boys, who, while too young to be in love, were not insensible to the charms of a pretty face.

I may add that Rose was the niece of the Rev.Mr.
Gardiner, the minister of the leading church in the village.
"Good-evening, Rose," responded Ben, who was too well acquainted with the young lady to address her more formally; "I am glad to be in such company." "I wish I could return the compliment," answered Rose, with a saucy smile.
"Don't be too severe," said Ben, "or you will hurt my feelings." "That would be a pity, surely; but how do do you happen to get off this evening?
I thought you spent your evenings at the store." "So I do, generally, but I was excused this evening for a special reason," and then he told of his adventure with the tramp.
Rose listened with eager attention.
"Weren't you terribly frightened ?" she asked.
"No," answered Ben, adding, with a smile: "Even if I had been, I shouldn't like to confess it." "I should have been so frightened that I would have screamed," continued the young lady.
"I didn't think of that," said Ben, amused.