Morgan Scott, Ben Stone at Oakdale
“ As he walked slowly toward the gate, he heard the hateful voice of Bern Hayden saying:“Better watch him, Eliot; he may steal those things.”The world had been bright and beautiful and flooded with sunshine a short time before; now it was dark and cold and gloomy, and the sun was sunk behind a heavy cloud. Even the trees outside the gate seemed to shrink from him, and the wind came and whispered his shame amid the leaves. Like one in a trance, he stumbled into the deserted gymnasium and sat alone and wretched on Roger Eliot’s locker, fumbling numbly at the knotted shoestrings. ”
