Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1841-09-11

sweet fountains in which children's breasts ever
open quickly at the call of gentleness and kind
words, he was feared by all for his sternness, and
loved by none. would that he were an isolated
instance in his profession.
The hour Of grace had drawn to a close, and the
time approached a, which it was usual for Lugare
to give his school joyfuly received dismission.
Now and then one of the scholars would direct a
furve glance at Tim, sometimes in Indifference
or inquiry. They knew that he would have no
mercy shown him, and though most of them loved
him, whipping was too common there to exact
much sympathy. Every inquiring glance, howev.
er remained unsa,ised, for at the end of the hour
Tim remained with his face completely hidden, and
his head bowed in his arms, precisely as he had
leaned himself when he first went to his seat. Lu-
gare looked at the boy occasionally with scowl
which seemed to bode vengeance for his sulenness.
At length the last class had been heard, and the
ast lesson recited, and Lugare seated himself be-
hind his desk the platform, with his longest and
soutest rattan before him.
"Now, Barker" he said, "we'll settle that little
business Of yours. Just step up here"
Tim did not move. The school-room was as still
as the grave. Not a sound was to be heard ex-
cept occasionally long drawn breath.
mind me, sir, or it will be the for you.
Step up here and take of your jacket
The boy did not stir any more than if he had
| been of wood. Lugare shook with passion. He
sat still minute if considering the best way to
wreak his vengeance, That minute, passed in
deathke silence, was fearful one for some Of the
children, for their faces whitencd with fright. Il
seemed as it slowly dropped away, like the minute
which precedes the climax of an cxquisitely per
formed tragedy, when some mighty master of the
histronlc is treadng the stage, and you and the
multitude around you are waiting with stretch'l
terrible catastrophe.
Tim is asleep, sir" at length said one Of tn,
boys who sat near him.
Lugare, al this intelligence, allowed his feature
TO relax from their expression of savage anger in,
a smile, but that smile looked more malignant,
possible, than his former scowls. 1t might be tha
he fel, amused at the horror depicted on the face
of those about him or il might be that he was gloat
ing in pleasure on the way in which he intended II
wake the poor little slumberer.
"Asleep, are you, my young gentleman !" said he
let us see if we can't find something to tickle you
eyes open. There's nothing lie making the bes
of bad case, boys. Tin, here, is determined nc
TO be worried in bis mind about little flogging, io
H. IL h., IL. l.,,Io
drel aw AXE"
Lugarc smiled again as he made the last observe
tion> He grasped his rattan firmly aud descende
from his seat. With light and steal,hy steps b
crossed the room, and stood by the unlucky seepe
The boy was still as unconscious OF his impendn
punishment as ever. He might be dreaming son
golden dream Of youth and pleasure perhaps /
was far away in the world of fancy, seeing scene
and feeling delights which cold reality never ca
bestow. Lugare lifted his rattan high his het
and with true and expert aim which he had a
3. qured by long practice, brought it down on Tim
back with force and whacking sound which seer
4 ed sufficient TO awake free zing man in his last
. thargy. Quick and fast blow followed blow. Wit
out waiting to see the effect of the first cut, the br
# tai wretch piled his nstrumsnt of torture first
A one side of the boys back, and then on the eh
Q and only stopped at the end Of few minutes fro
y, very WEAKNESS. Still Tim showed no signs of n
y, ton and as Lugare, provoked a, his toTpidity, j
!. ked away one of the child's arms on which he b
:, been leaning over the desk his head dropped do,
;, on the board With a dull sound, and his face
turned up and exposed to view. When Lug'
saw it, he stood like one uansiixed by basili
his counlensnce TUNED TO a leaden whi,eness;
., rattan dropped from his grasp; and his eyes, sre
-, ed vide oten, glared at some monstrous spec
-, Gle of horror and death. The sweat started
i. great globules seemingly from every pore in
face; his skinny lips contracted, and showed
"A teeth; and when no at length stretched forth
l., arm, and with the end Of one Of his fingers toucl
H., the childs check each limb quivered like the toni
-, of snake, and his strength seemed as though
wou d momentariIy fail him. The hoy was de
He had probably been so for some time, for his c
~ were turned up, and his body was qrite cold
. widow was nov chjess too. Dea,h was in
school.room, and Lugare had been hoggin
- corpse. w.
,. Another Girard Dead.