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A
good
part
of
the
whispering
had
been
occasioned
by
an
event
which
was
more
or
less
rare
--
the
entrance
of
visitors
:
lawyer
Thatcher
,
accompanied
by
a
very
feeble
and
aged
man
;
a
fine
,
portly
,
middle-aged
gentleman
with
iron-gray
hair
;
and
a
dignified
lady
who
was
doubtless
the
latter
's
wife
.
The
lady
was
leading
a
child
.
Tom
had
been
restless
and
full
of
chafings
and
repinings
;
conscience-smitten
,
too
--
he
could
not
meet
Amy
Lawrence
's
eye
,
he
could
not
brook
her
loving
gaze
.
But
when
he
saw
this
small
new-comer
his
soul
was
all
ablaze
with
bliss
in
a
moment
.
The
next
moment
he
was
"
showing
off
"
with
all
his
might
--
cuffing
boys
,
pulling
hair
,
making
faces
--
in
a
word
,
using
every
art
that
seemed
likely
to
fascinate
a
girl
and
win
her
applause
.
His
exaltation
had
but
one
alloy
--
the
memory
of
his
humiliation
in
this
angel
's
garden
--
and
that
record
in
sand
was
fast
washing
out
,
under
the
waves
of
happiness
that
were
sweeping
over
it
now
.
The
visitors
were
given
the
highest
seat
of
honor
,
and
as
soon
as
Mr.
Walters
'
speech
was
finished
,
he
introduced
them
to
the
school
.
The
middle-aged
man
turned
out
to
be
a
prodigious
personage
--
no
less
a
one
than
the
county
judge
--
altogether
the
most
august
creation
these
children
had
ever
looked
upon
--
and
they
wondered
what
kind
of
material
he
was
made
of
--
and
they
half
wanted
to
hear
him
roar
,
and
were
half
afraid
he
might
,
too
.
He
was
from
Constantinople
,
twelve
miles
away
--
so
he
had
travelled
,
and
seen
the
world
--
these
very
eyes
had
looked
upon
the
county
court-house
--
which
was
said
to
have
a
tin
roof
.
The
awe
which
these
reflections
inspired
was
attested
by
the
impressive
silence
and
the
ranks
of
staring
eyes
.
This
was
the
great
Judge
Thatcher
,
brother
of
their
own
lawyer
.
Jeff
Thatcher
immediately
went
forward
,
to
be
familiar
with
the
great
man
and
be
envied
by
the
school
.
It
would
have
been
music
to
his
soul
to
hear
the
whisperings
:
"
Look
at
him
,
Jim
!
He
's
a
going
up
there
.
Say
--
look
!
he
's
a
going
to
shake
hands
with
him
--
he
IS
shaking
hands
with
him
!
By
jings
,
do
n't
you
wish
you
was
Jeff
?
"
Mr.
Walters
fell
to
"
showing
off
,
"
with
all
sorts
of
official
bustlings
and
activities
,
giving
orders
,
delivering
judgments
,
discharging
directions
here
,
there
,
everywhere
that
he
could
find
a
target
.
The
librarian
"
showed
off
"
--
running
hither
and
thither
with
his
arms
full
of
books
and
making
a
deal
of
the
splutter
and
fuss
that
insect
authority
delights
in
.
The
young
lady
teachers
"
showed
off
"
--
bending
sweetly
over
pupils
that
were
lately
being
boxed
,
lifting
pretty
warning
fingers
at
bad
little
boys
and
patting
good
ones
lovingly
.
The
young
gentlemen
teachers
"
showed
off
"
with
small
scoldings
and
other
little
displays
of
authority
and
fine
attention
to
discipline
--
and
most
of
the
teachers
,
of
both
sexes
,
found
business
up
at
the
library
,
by
the
pulpit
;
and
it
was
business
that
frequently
had
to
be
done
over
again
two
or
three
times
(
with
much
seeming
vexation
)
.
The
little
girls
"
showed
off
"
in
various
ways
,
and
the
little
boys
"
showed
off
"
with
such
diligence
that
the
air
was
thick
with
paper
wads
and
the
murmur
of
scufflings
.
And
above
it
all
the
great
man
sat
and
beamed
a
majestic
judicial
smile
upon
all
the
house
,
and
warmed
himself
in
the
sun
of
his
own
grandeur
--
for
he
was
"
showing
off
,
"
too
.
There
was
only
one
thing
wanting
to
make
Mr.
Walters
'
ecstasy
complete
,
and
that
was
a
chance
to
deliver
a
Bible-prize
and
exhibit
a
prodigy
.
Several
pupils
had
a
few
yellow
tickets
,
but
none
had
enough
--
he
had
been
around
among
the
star
pupils
inquiring
.
He
would
have
given
worlds
,
now
,
to
have
that
German
lad
back
again
with
a
sound
mind
.
And
now
at
this
moment
,
when
hope
was
dead
,
Tom
Sawyer
came
forward
with
nine
yellow
tickets
,
nine
red
tickets
,
and
ten
blue
ones
,
and
demanded
a
Bible
.
This
was
a
thunderbolt
out
of
a
clear
sky
.
Walters
was
not
expecting
an
application
from
this
source
for
the
next
ten
years
.
But
there
was
no
getting
around
it
--
here
were
the
certified
checks
,
and
they
were
good
for
their
face
.
Tom
was
therefore
elevated
to
a
place
with
the
Judge
and
the
other
elect
,
and
the
great
news
was
announced
from
headquarters
.
It
was
the
most
stunning
surprise
of
the
decade
,
and
so
profound
was
the
sensation
that
it
lifted
the
new
hero
up
to
the
judicial
one
's
altitude
,
and
the
school
had
two
marvels
to
gaze
upon
in
place
of
one
.
The
boys
were
all
eaten
up
with
envy
--
but
those
that
suffered
the
bitterest
pangs
were
those
who
perceived
too
late
that
they
themselves
had
contributed
to
this
hated
splendor
by
trading
tickets
to
Tom
for
the
wealth
he
had
amassed
in
selling
whitewashing
privileges
.
These
despised
themselves
,
as
being
the
dupes
of
a
wily
fraud
,
a
guileful
snake
in
the
grass
.
The
prize
was
delivered
to
Tom
with
as
much
effusion
as
the
superintendent
could
pump
up
under
the
circumstances
;
but
it
lacked
somewhat
of
the
true
gush
,
for
the
poor
fellow
's
instinct
taught
him
that
there
was
a
mystery
here
that
could
not
well
bear
the
light
,
perhaps
;
it
was
simply
preposterous
that
this
boy
had
warehoused
two
thousand
sheaves
of
Scriptural
wisdom
on
his
premises
--
a
dozen
would
strain
his
capacity
,
without
a
doubt
.
Amy
Lawrence
was
proud
and
glad
,
and
she
tried
to
make
Tom
see
it
in
her
face
--
but
he
would
n't
look
.
She
wondered
;
then
she
was
just
a
grain
troubled
;
next
a
dim
suspicion
came
and
went
--
came
again
;
she
watched
;
a
furtive
glance
told
her
worlds
--
and
then
her
heart
broke
,
and
she
was
jealous
,
and
angry
,
and
the
tears
came
and
she
hated
everybody
.
Tom
most
of
all
(
she
thought
)
.
Tom
was
introduced
to
the
Judge
;
but
his
tongue
was
tied
,
his
breath
would
hardly
come
,
his
heart
quaked
--
partly
because
of
the
awful
greatness
of
the
man
,
but
mainly
because
he
was
her
parent
.
He
would
have
liked
to
fall
down
and
worship
him
,
if
it
were
in
the
dark
.
The
Judge
put
his
hand
on
Tom
's
head
and
called
him
a
fine
little
man
,
and
asked
him
what
his
name
was
.
The
boy
stammered
,
gasped
,
and
got
it
out
:
"
Tom
.
"
