Fletcher says. You have kindly allowed me to share in the benefits
of the Society, and that satisfies me. I think it will be well for
you to make another choice as President."
"I will put it to vote," said the presiding officer. "Those who are
ready to accept Mr. Walton's resignation will signify it in the usual
way."
Fletcher raised his hand, but he was alone.
"Those who are opposed," said the President.
Every other hand except Harry's was now raised.
"Mr. Walton, your resignation is not accepted," said the presiding
officer. "I call upon you to assume the duties of your new position."
Harry rose, and, modestly advanced to the chair. "I have already
thanked you, gentlemen," he said, "for the honor you have conferred
upon me in selecting me as your presiding officer. I have only to
add that I will discharge its duties to the best of my ability."
All applauded except Fletcher. He sat with an unpleasant scowl upon
his face, and waited for the result of the balloting for
Vice-President and Secretary. Had he been elected to either
position, the Clionian would probably have retained his illustrious
name upon its roll. But as these honors were conferred upon other
members, he formed the heroic resolution no longer to remain a member.
"Mr. President," he said, when the last vote was announced, "I desire
to terminate my connection with this Society.
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