Harry had returned from his visit, and was looking for letters and remittances from home, when a letter, all crumpled, was handed him by the principal of the academy.

He recognized his sister's handwriting and eagerly opened the letter.

As he read, he turned very pale; then a deep flush overspread his face and an angry light flashed from his eyes.

As he read on, his face became still paler; he gasped for breath and fell into a swoon.

Appalled at the sudden change which had swept over him like a deadly sirocco, the principal rushed to the fallen boy, picked up the missive that lay beside him, and immediately rang for help and dispatched for the doctor.