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overwork or underfeeding。 With all this； moreover； Mr。 Gwynne was rigidly honest。 No one ever thought of disputing an account whether he paid it or not； and truth demands that with Mr。 Gwynne's customers the latter course was more frequently adopted。
It was at this point that Mr。 Gwynne failed of success as a business man。 He could buy with discrimination； he had a rare gift of salesmanship； but as a collector； in the words of Sam Cheatley； the village butcher； himself a conspicuous star in that department of business activity； 〃He was not worth a tinker's curse。〃 His accounts were sent out punctually twice a year。 His wife saw to that。 At times of desperation when pressure from the wholesale houses became urgent； special statements were sent out by Mr。 Gwynne himself。 But in such cases the apology accompanying these statements was frequently such as to make immediate payment seem almost an insult。 His customers held him in high esteem； respected his intellectual abilityfor he was a Trinity manwere fascinated by his charm of manner； loved him for his kindly qualities； but would not pay their bills。
Many years ago； having failed to work harmoniously with his business partner； a shrewd； hard…headed； Belfast draperhard… hearted Mr。 Gwynne considered himMr。 Gwynne had decided to emigrate to Canada with the remnant of a small fortune which was found to be just sufficient to purchase the Mapleton general store； and with it a small farm of fifty acres on the corner of which the store stood。 It was the farm that decided the investment； for Mr。 Gwynne was possessed of the town man's infatuation for farm life and of the optimistic conviction that on the farm a living at least for himself and his small family would be assured。
But his years of business in Mapleton had gradually exhausted his fortune and accumulated a staggering load of debt which was the occasion of moments of anxiety； even of fear； to the storekeeper。 There was always the thought in his mind that against his indebtedness on the credit side there were his book accounts which ran up into big figures。 There was always； if the worst came to the worst； the farm。 But if Mr。 Gwynne was no business man still less was he a farmer。 Tied to his store by reason of his inability to afford a competent assistant； the farming operations were carried on in haphazard fashion by neighbours who were willing to liquidate their store debts with odd days' work at times most convenient to themselves； but not always most seasonable for the crops。 Hence in good years； none too good with such haphazard farming； the farm was called upon to make up the deficiency in the financial returns of the store。 In bad years notes had to be renewed with formidable accumulations of interest。 But such was Mr。 Gwynne's invincible optimism that he met every new embarrassment with some new project giving new promise of success。
Meanwhile during these painful years his brave little wife by her garden and her poultry materially helped to keep the family in food and to meet in some degree the household expenses。 She was her own servant except that the Widow Martin came to her aid twice a week。 Her skill with needle and sewing machine and a certain creative genius which she possessed enabled her to evolve from her husband's old clothes new clothes for her boy； and from her own clothing； when not too utterly worn； dresses for her two little girls。 And throughout these years with all their toil and anxiety she met each day with a spirit undaunted and with a face that remained serene as far at least as her husband and her children ever saw。 Nor did she allow the whole weight of trials to taint the sweetness of her spirit or to dim her faith in God。 Devoted to her husband； she refused to allow herself to criticise his business ability or methods。 The failure； which she could not but admit； was not his fault； it was the fault of those debtors who declined to pay their just dues。
In an hour of desperation she ventured to point out to her husband that these farmers were extending their holdings and buying machinery with notes that bore interest。 〃And besides； Michael；〃 she said； 〃Lawrence must go to High School next year。 He will pass the Entrance examination this summer； and he must go。〃
〃He shall go；〃 said her husband。 〃I am resolved to make a change in my method of business。 I shall go after these men。 They shall no longer use my money for their business and for their families while my business and my family suffer。 You need not look that way； I have made up my mind and I shall begin at once。〃
Unfortunately the season was not suitable for collections。 The farmers were engrossed with their harvesting； and after that with the fall ploughing； and later with the marketing of their grain。 And as the weeks passed Mr。 Gwynne's indignant resolve that his customers should not do business on his money gradually cooled down。 The accounts were sent out as usual； and with the usual disappointing result。
Meantime Mr。 Gwynne's attention was diverted from his delinquent debtors by an enterprise which to an unusual degree awakened his sympathy and kindled his imagination。 The Reverend Heber Harding； ever since his unfortunate encounter with the travelling evangelist； was haunted with the uneasy feeling that he and his church were not completely fulfilling their functions in the community and justifying their existence。 The impression had been the more painfully deepened in him by the sudden eruption of a spirit of recklessness and a certain tendency to general lawlessness in some of the young men of the village。 As a result of a conference with the leading men of his congregation； he had decided to organise a young men's club。 The business of setting this club in active operation was handed over to Mr。 Gwynne； than whom no one in the village was better fitted for the work。 The project appealed to Mr。 Gwynne's imagination。 A room was secured in the disused Orange Hall。 Subscriptions were received to make purchase of apparatus and equipment necessary for games of various sorts。 With vivid remembrance of his college days； Mr。 Gwynne saw to it that as part of the equipment a place should be found for a number of sets of boxing gloves。
There were those who were not too sure of the uplifting influence of the boxing gloves。 But after Mr。 Gwynne had given an exhibition of the superior advantages of science over brute force in a bout with Mack Morrison before a crowded hall； whatever doubt might exist as to the ethical value of the boxing gloves； there was no doubt at all as to their value as an attractive force in the building up of the membership of the Young Men's Club。 The boxing class became immensely popular； and being conducted under Mr。 Gwynne's most rigid supervision； it gradually came to exert a most salutary influence upon its members。 They learned； for one thing； to take hard knocks without losing their tempers。
In the boxing class thus established； none showed a greater eagerness to learn than did Larry。 Every moment of his father's spare time he utilised to add to his knowledge of the various feints and guards and cuts and punches and hooks that appeared necessary to a scientific acquaintance with the manly art。 He developed an amazing capacity to accept punishment。 Indeed； he appeared almost to welcome rough handling； especially from the young men and boys bigger than himself。 Light in weight and not very muscular； he was wiry and quick in eye and in action； and under his father's teaching he learned how to 〃make his heels save his head。〃 He was always ready for a go with any one who might offer； and when all others had wearied of the sport Larry would put in an extra half hour with the punching bag。 With one boy only he refused to spar。 No persuasion； no taunts； no challenge could entice him to put on the gloves with Mop Cheatley。 He could never look steadily at Mop for any length of time without seeing again on his face the sneering grin and hearing again the terrible words spoken two years ago in the cedar woods behind the mill pond： 〃You're a coward and your mother's a coward before you。〃 He refused to spar with Mop for he knew that once face to face with him he could not spar； he must fight。 But circumstances made the contest inevitable。 In the working out of a tournament； it chanced that Mop was drawn to face Larry； and although the disparity both in age and weight seemed to handicap the smaller boy to an excessive degree； Larry's friends who were arranging the schedule； among them Mack Morrison with big Ben Hopper and Joe Gagneau as chorus； and who knew something of Larry's skill with his hands and speed on his feet； were not unwilling to allow the draw to stand。
The days preceding the tournament were days of misery for Larry。 The decision in the contest would of course be on points and he knew that he could outpoint without much difficulty his antagonist who was clumsy and slow。 For the decision Larry cared nothing at all。 At the most he had little to lose for it would be but small disgrace to be beaten by a boy so much bigger。 The cause of his distress was something quite other than this。 He knew that from the first moment of the bout he would be fig