He was a kindly, big-hearted fellow,
and had wit and a knowledge of animals and of woodcraft that made
him excellent company. That schoolboy diary has been of great
service to all with a wish to understand him. On a faded leaf in
the old book one may read as follows:--
"I have received letters in the handwriting of girls, unsigned.
They think they are in love with me and say foolish things. I know
what they're up to. They're the kind my mother spoke of--the kind
that set their traps for a fool, and when he's caught they use him
for a thing to laugh at. They're not going to catch me.
"Expenses for seven days have been $1.14. Clint McCormick spent 60
cents to take his girl to a show and I had to help him through the
week. I told him he ought to love Caesar less and Rome more."
Then follows the odd entry without which it is doubtful if the
history of Sidney Trove could ever have been written. At least
only a guess would have been possible, where now is certainty. And
here is the entry:--
"Since leaving home the men of the dark have been very troublesome.
They wake me about every other night and sometimes I wonder what
they mean."
Now an odd thing had developed in the mystery of the boy.
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