David Ives

The suburb in which David Ives lived and in which David’s father had most of his medical practice was by no means one of the wealthy and prosperous suburbs of the wealthy and pr...

For an hour Dr. Ives had been pursuing his solitary explorations of the grounds and buildings of St. Timothy’s School. He and David had interviewed the rector, Dr. Davenport, ha...

Afterwards, looking back upon those early days at St. Timothy’s, David sometimes wondered whether he had possessed any individuality whatever. It seemed to him that he had been...

David learned that the handicap track meet held every autumn by the Pythians and Corinthians would take place in the latter part of October. He entered his name for the quarter-...

The day of the 20th of November was one that David never forgot――a raw, windy, overcast day, somber and threatening. And yet it began happily enough. All through the school ther...

It was after dark on the January afternoon when the sleigh in which David Ives and Lester Wallace drove from the station to the school drew up in front of the rectory. The boys...

In the spring vacation David saw little of Wallace. He lunched one day at his friend’s house and felt that he was under Dr. Wallace’s particular scrutiny; it made him self-consc...

Loneliness was at least one misery that the afflicted schoolmaster did not have to experience. His colleagues were all attentive to him and tried to relieve the monotony of the...

After closing Wallace’s desk upon his secret David walked slowly over to the dormitory. He felt bewildered and uncertain. Something that had been precious to him, something to w...

As David passed out, Wallace was still standing by the door, embarrassed, with downcast eyes. He had given David no greeting and seemed to desire none. Such evidence of his bitt...

The departure from the city that had been their home cost David and Ralph few pangs. To them it meant faring forth gayly into a world of novelty and excitement. They assumed lig...

Within a week Mrs. Ives and her family were established in a house in one of the little, shaded, unexpected streets that in those days contributed to the charm of Cambridge. It...

During his college course David made a number of visits to his old school. He was interested in observing Ralph’s progress and hearing his experiences and in reviving his own me...

“I can’t stand anti-climax,” Lester said. “And now that the game is over, everything is by way of being anti-climax for me. And a fellow can’t just take things comfortably; he h...

When Lester awoke and looked at his watch, he was horrified to find that it was nine o’clock. He leaped out of bed and dressed frantically. Why hadn’t Richard wakened him! Richa...

The object for the attainment of which Lester had made so lamentable a sacrifice had ceased to be of interest to him. He no longer thought or cared anything about the marshalshi...

From his talk with David, Lester went away chastened yet light of heart――more cheerful, indeed, than he had ever hoped to be again. He had confessed, had been forgiven, and was...

Lester walked with rapid steps to the house of Professor Worthington. Now that he had decided what to do he was in haste to get it done. He found Professor Worthington at home a...

The afternoon of Class Day was bright and sunny; the curve of the Stadium, banked with spectators, mostly feminine, glowed and sparkled while the seniors, in academic cap and go...