The Boy Scout and Other Stories for Boys

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A Rule of the Boy Scouts is every day to do some one a good turn. Not because the copy-books tell you it deserves another, but in spite of that pleasing possibility. If you are a true Scout, until you have performed your act of kindness your day is dark. You are as unhappy as is the grown-up who has begun his day without shaving or reading the New York Sun. But as soon as you have proved yourself you may, with a clear conscience, look the world in the face and untie the knot in your kerchief.

Jimmie Reeder untied the accusing knot in his scarf at just ten minutes past eight on a hot August morning after he had given one dime to his sister Sadie. With that she could either witness the first-run films at the Palace, or by dividing her fortune patronize two of the nickel shows on Lenox Avenue. The choice Jimmie left to her. He was setting out for the annual encampment of the Boy Scouts at Hunter’s Island, and in the excitement of that adventure even the movies ceased to thrill. But Sadie also could be unselfish. With a heroism of a camp-fire maiden she made a gesture which might have been interpreted to mean she was returning the money.

“I can’t, Jimmie!” she gasped. “I can’t take it off you. You saved it, and you ought to get the fun of it.”

“I haven’t saved it yet,” said Jimmie. “I’m going to cut it out of the railroad fare. I’m going to get off at City Island instead of at Pelham Manor and walk the difference. That’s ten cents cheaper.”

Sadie exclaimed with admiration:

“An’ you carryin’ that heavy grip!”

“Aw, that’s nothin’,” said the man of the family.

“Good-by, mother. So long, Sadie.”

To ward off further expressions of gratitude he hurriedly advised Sadie to take in “The Curse of Cain” rather than “The Mohawks’ Last Stand,” and fled down the front steps.

He wore his khaki uniform. On his shoulders was his knapsack, from his hands swung his suitcase and between his heavy stockings and his “shorts” his kneecaps, unkissed by the sun, as yet unscathed by blackberry vines, showed as white and fragile as the wrists of a girl. As he moved toward the “L” station at the corner, Sadie and his mother waved to him; in the street, boys too small to be Scouts hailed him enviously; even the policeman glancing over the newspapers on the news-stand nodded approval.

“You a Scout, Jimmie?” he asked.

“No,” retorted Jimmie, for was not he also in uniform? “I’m Santa Claus out filling Christmas stockings.”

The patrolman also possessed a ready wit.

“Then get yourself a pair,” he advised. “If a dog was to see your legs―”

Jimmie escaped the insult by fleeing up the steps of the Elevated.

An hour later, with his valise in one hand and staff in the other, he was tramping up the Boston Post Road and breathing heavily. The day was cruelly hot. Before his eyes, over an interminable stretch of asphalt, the heat waves danced and flickered. Already the knapsack on his shoulders pressed upon him like an Old Man of the Sea; the linen in the valise had turned to pig iron, his pipe-stem legs were wabbling, his eyes smarted with salt sweat, and the fingers supporting the valise belonged to some other boy, and were giving that boy much pain. But as the motor-cars flashed past with raucous warnings, or, that those who rode might better see the boy with bare knees, passed at “half speed,” Jimmie stiffened his shoulders and stepped jauntily forward. Even when the joy-riders mocked with “Oh, you Scout!” he smiled at them....

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