"A telegram for you, Andy!" said Arthur Bacon, as he entered the room of Andy Grant in Penhurst Academy. "A telegram!" repeated Andy, in vague alarm, for the word suggested something urgent-probably bad news of some kind. He tore open the envelope and read the few words of the message: "Come home at once. Something has happened. "MOTHER." "What can it be?" thought Andy, perplexed. "At any rate, mother is well, for she sent the telegram." "What is it?" asked Arthur. "I don't know. You can read the telegram for yourself." "Must you go home?" asked Arthur, in a tone of regret. "Yes. When is there a train?"