MONDAY morning observed Tom Sawyer depressing. Monday morning constantly located him so-for the reason that it commenced another week’s slow suffering in college. So he went to the beetle and began a wary assault on it all over again leaping at it from each stage of a circle, lights with his fore-paws inside of an inch of the creature, earning even closer snatches at it with his tooth, and jerking his head till his ears flapped all over again.