He rose from his seat mortified and wrathful.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “you have complied with my request, and I am deeply grateful.  I no longer consider it an honor to belong to the Clionian.  I trust your new President may succeed as well in his new office as he has in the capacity of a printer’s devil.”

Fletcher was unable to proceed, being interrupted by a storm of hisses, in the midst of which he hurriedly made his exit.

“He wanted to be President himself—­that’s what’s the matter,” said Tom Carver in a whisper to his neighbor.  “But he couldn’t blame us for not wanting to have him.”

Other members of the Society came to the same conclusion, and it was generally said that Fletcher had done himself no good by his undignified resentment.  His parting taunt levelled at Harry was regarded as mean and ungenerous, and only strengthened the sentiment in favor of our hero who bore his honors modestly.  In fact Tom Carver, who was fond of fun, conceived a project for mortifying Fletcher, and readily obtained the co-operation of his classmates.

It must be premised that Fitz was vain of his reading and declamation.  He had a secret suspicion that, if he should choose to devote his talents to the stage, he would make a second Booth.  This self-conceit of his made it the more easy to play off the following joke upon him.

A fortnight later, the young ladies of the village proposed to hold a Fair to raise funds for some public object.  At the head of the committee of arrangements was a sister of the doctor’s wife, named Pauline Clinton.  This will explain the following letter which, Fletcher received the succeeding day:—­

“Fitzgerald Fletcher, Esq.—­Dear Sir:  Understanding that you are a superior reader, we should be glad of your assistance in lending eclat to the Fair which we propose to hold on the evening of the 29th.  Will you be kind enough to occupy twenty minutes by reading such selections as in your opinion will be of popular interest?  It is desirable that you should let me know as soon as possible what pieces you have selected, that they may be printed on the programme.

  “Yours respectfully,
    “PAULINE CLINTON,
      “(for the Committee).”

This note reached Fletcher at a time when he was still smarting from his disappointment in obtaining promotion from the Clionian Society.  He read it with a flushed and triumphant face.  He never thought of questioning its genuineness.  Was it not true that he was a superior reader?  What more natural than that he should be invited to give eclat to the Fair by the exercise of his talents!  He felt it to be a deserved compliment.  It was a greater honor to be solicited to give a public reading than to be elected President of the Clionian Society.

“They won’t laugh at me now,” thought Fletcher.

He immediately started for Oscar’s room to make known his new honors.