Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-08-19

shrink from being considered objects
Of charity. On the night in ques-
tioH, Tim had been told that Jones
would send him b bag Of potatoes
and the place 1T which they were td
be awaiting fol him was at Mr.. Mich
ols' garden fence. II was this bag
that Tin had be en- seen Staggering
under, AID which caused the unhlclly
boy to be accused and convicted, by
his teacheras IA thief. That teacher
MS one little fitted for his important
and rcSp ponsible Office. Hasty to de
eide, aud intlexibly severe, he was
the terror of the little world he ruled
oyerI SO despotitalIv. punishment
he seemed to- delight III Knowing
little of those sweet fountains, which
in children's breasts ever open quick
" at the call Of gentleness and kind
words, lie was feared by all for bis
Bternness, anl loved by none. ]
would that he were an isolated in.
stance in his profession.
The hour of grace had drai wa to
its close, and the hour approached al
which it was lsual for Lugare to give
his school joyful dismission. Now
and then, oneIof the scholars would
direct a furtiye glaIee at Tim, some
times in pity, sen lstimes in indler-
enfe on inquiry Iney knew he
wo4ld have no. mercy shown him.
and though m pst Of them loved him
whipping was too common there tc
exdct much sympathy. Every IN
qu1 ring glance, however, remained
un$ $atisfed, for at the end of tie
hoIr, Tim continued with his face
completely hidden, and his head
bowed on his arms, precisely as he
leaned himself on going to his seat
Lugare looked at the boy OCCASION
ally with scowl, which seemad "a
ttoa'e vengeance for his suilehness
At length the ID ist class Mad been
heard, The last lesson recited, and
Lugar3 seated Himself behind bis
desk OH The platform, with his long
est stoaicst rattan before him.
fNow Barlief, Ne slid, well Settle
that little business Oh yoass. JUS:
step ap here
Tim did not move. The school
room "; is still as the grave. Not a
sound v Nas to be heard, except occa-
sionallG a bng-dr4 Vii treirh
Mind me, sir, or it will be the
worse for you. Step up here and
take off your jacket
Tie boy did lot stir any more
than if he had been of wood. Lu-
,gare shook with passion. lie sat
Sill minute as if considering the
best way to wrehlS his vengeance.
That minute, passed in death-lll4 4e 81
lence. was fearful one to som he Of
the. children, for their faces whit tened
with fright. Itseemed,, asit slowly
dropped away, like the minute which
preccdes tie climax of an exquisite
ly-pcrf3rmed trag gedy, when some
mighty master of the historic art is
treadins the stage and youe and The
multitude around you are awaiting,
with stretched nerves and suspended
breath, in eNpecta ation Of the terrible
cltastnplc.
Tim IS asleep, siI,' siiI' at length SAID
one of the bows who sat next to
him.
Lugare, at this intelligence, al
lowed his features to relax from then
expression Of sa vage anger, into 9
smile. but that Smile looked more
malignant if possible, than his for
mer sdowfs. It might be that he
feltlarn,lsed at. the horror depicted
ON the faces Of those about him, OF
gloatins in pleasure on the Ways II
which he intended to wake the poor
LITTLE slumberer.
'Asleep, are You my young gentle
mah?'Said he. 'Let US see If we
can't fhd something TO tickle youl
ears 2 oHen.. There's nothing like
N. king The best Of. i bad case, boys
Tim, here\is determined not to- be
worried in his mind about a little
fogging, for the thought Of IT, cant
egehkaep the little scoundrel awake
Lugtlre smile ID Fagain as he made
his lust oil servatiop. lie .graspee
his rattan firmly and Descended iron
his seat. With light and stcalthy
steps e.crossell the room and stood
lbg the nalucky sleeper. The boy
ssls still as unconscious OF his I'M
pendinp nunishuent as ever. LIZ