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There are generally some in every school, who are disposed to take unfair advantage of their schoolmates, or to ridicule those whom they consider inferior to themselves.
There was one such in Paul's cla.s.s. His name was George Dawkins.
He was rather a showy boy, and learned easily. He might have stood a cla.s.s above where he was, if he had not been lazy, and depended too much on his natural talent. As it was, he maintained the foremost rank in his cla.s.s.
"Better be the first man in a village than the second man in Rome,"
he used to say; and as his present position not only gave him the pre-eminence which he desired, but cost him very little exertion to maintain, he was quite well satisfied with it.
This boy stood first in his cla.s.s, while Paul entered at the foot.
He laughed unmercifully at the frequent mistakes of our hero, and jeeringly dubbed him, "Young Stupid."
"Do you know what Dawkins calls you?" asked one of the boys.
"No. What does he call me?" asked Paul, seriously.
"He calls you 'Young Stupid.'"
Paul's face flushed painfully. Ridicule was as painful to him as it is to most boys, and he felt the insult deeply.
"I'd fight him if I were you," was the volunteered advice of his informant.
"No," said Paul. "That wouldn't mend the matter. Besides, I don't know but he has some reason for thinking so."
"Don't call yourself stupid, do you?"
"No, but I am not as far advanced as most boys of my age. That isn't my fault, though. I never had a chance to go to school much. If I had been to school all my life, as Dawkins has, it would be time to find out whether I am stupid or not."
"Then you ain't going to do anything about it?"
"Yes, I am."
"You said you wasn't going to fight him."
"That wouldn't do any good. But I'm going to study up and see if I can't get ahead of him. Don't you think that will be the best way of showing him that he is mistaken?"
"Yes, capital, but----"
"But you think I can't do it, I suppose," said Paul.
"You know he is at the head of the cla.s.s, and you are at the foot."
"I know that," said Paul, resolutely. "But wait awhile and see."
In some way George Dawkins learned that Paul had expressed the determination to dispute his place. It occasioned him considerable amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Halloa, Young Stupid," he called out, at recess.
Paul did not answer.
"Why don't you answer when you are spoken to?" he asked angrily.
"When you call me by my right name," said Paul, quietly, "I will answer, and not before."
"You're mighty independent," sneered Dawkins. "I don't know but I may have to teach you manners."
"You had better wait till you are qualified," said Paul, coolly.
Dawkins approached our hero menacingly, but Paul did not look in the least alarmed, and he concluded to attack him with words only.
"I understand you have set yourself up as my rival!" he said, mockingly.
"Not just yet," said Paul, "but in time I expect to be."
"So you expect my place," said Dawkins, glancing about him.
"We'll talk about that three months hence," said Paul.
"Don't hurt yourself studying," sneered Dawkins, scornfully.
To this Paul did not deign a reply, but the same day he rose one in his cla.s.s.
Our hero had a large stock of energy and determination. When he had once set his mind upon a thing, he kept steadily at work till he accomplished it. This is the great secret of success. It sometimes happens that a man who has done nothing will at once accomplish a brilliant success by one spasmodic effort, but such cases are extremely rare.
"Slow and sure wins the race," is an old proverb that has a great deal of truth in it.
Paul worked industriously.
The kind s.e.xton and his wife, who noticed his a.s.siduity, strove to dissuade him from working so steadily.
"You are working too hard, Paul," they said.
"Do I look pale?" asked Paul, pointing with a smile to his red cheeks.
"No, but you will before long."
"When I am, I will study less. But you know, Uncle Hugh," so the s.e.xton instructed him to call him, "I want to make the most of my present advantages. Besides, there's a particular boy who thinks I am stupid. I want to convince him that he is mistaken."
"You are a little ambitious, then, Paul?"
"Yes, but it isn't that alone. I know the value of knowledge, and I want to secure as much as I can."
"That is an excellent motive, Paul."
"Then you won't make me study less?"
"Not unless I see you are getting sick."