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JACK SHORT. 
to last, and I am sorry to have any thing 
done that looks like being ungrateful. Just 
think !—if the slate had hit Dick and killed 
him or made him helpless for life! But 
don’t cry any more,” he added: “there is 
no use crying for spilt milk. I suppose you 
know what you’ve got to do next?” 
“What?” asked Jack, looking rather 
alarmed. 
“ Go right off and ask Dick’s forgive¬ 
ness,” replied Mr. Short, with emphasis. 
“It is the only amends you can make that 
I know of,—though, if any other way turns 
up, I hope you won’t he slow to avail your¬ 
self of it. But that is a thing you can do 
directly,—not to-night, perhaps, but the first 
thing in the morning.” 
Jack hung his head. “I’m afraid he 
won’t forgive me,” he said; “and I am 
ashamed to look him in the face.” 
“Don’t look him in the face, then,” re¬ 
turned Mr. Short. “Beg pardon first, and 
look him in the face afterwards. He a’n’t 
the boy I take him for if he don’t forgive 
you; hut whether he does or not makes no 
difference. Go up there the first thing after 
breakfast, and ask for Dick; and then say, 
