He was not then known as Wing Biddlebaum, but went by the less euphonic name of Adolph Myers.
Adolph Myers was meant by nature to be a teacher of youth.
With the boys of his school, Adolph Myers had walked in the evening or had sat talking until dusk upon the schoolhouse steps lost in a kind of dream.
Hidden, shadowy doubts that had been in men's minds concerning Adolph Myers were galva- nized into beliefs.
Calling Adolph Myers into the school yard he began to beat him with his fists.
Adolph Myers was driven from the Pennsylvania town in the night.
"Ah, Adolph, is it you?" said his master, offering his hand to him; "how are you, boy?" while Adolph poured forth, with great fluency, an extemporary speech, which he had been preparing, with great care, for a fortnight before.
Clare, passing on, with his usual air of negligent drollery, "that's very well got up, Adolph. See that the baggage is well bestowed.
Clare turned to go back his eye fell upon Tom, who was standing uneasily, shifting from one foot to the other, while Adolph stood negligently leaning against the banisters, examining Tom through an opera-glass, with an air that would have done credit to any dandy living.
Seems to me, Dolph," he added, laying his finger on the elegant figured satin vest that Adolph was sporting, "seems to me that's my vest."
And Adolph tossed his head, and passed his fingers through his scented hair, with a grace.
"Master always will have his joke," said Adolph, laughing.