sprung to the side of the fallen lad and tried to raise him up.
Failing in this he ran for the teacher, who was in the school-room.
A little cold water thrown into the boy's face revived him, when he
went home to his parents. The teacher made careful inquiries into
the matter, which satisfied him that Andrew was not very greatly to
blame.

A short time after this occurrence, a gentleman entered the store of
Andrew's father, and said, with much excitement of manner,

"Mr. Howland! I've come to make complaint against that boy of
yours."

"Against Andrew?"

"Yes, sir. He's nearly killed my son!"

"Bless me!" exclaimed Mr. Howland, in a distressed voice. "What has
happened? How did he do it?"

"Why, sir! without the slightest provocation, he took up a large
stone and struck my boy with it on the forehead, knocking him down
senseless. I have had to send for the doctor. It may cost him his
life."

"Oh dear! dear! What will become of that boy?" exclaimed Mr.
Howland, wringing his hands, and moving up and down the floor
uneasily. "Knocked him down with a stone, you say?"

"Yes sir And that without any (sic) provoeation. I can't stand this.