The Yazoo Democrat., 1860-02-25
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Bob Graham, of r, is one of the
heartiest, bravest, most good -humored fel
lows to be found on this side of Jordou,
and is not apt to be frightened before he is
is hurt, by any means. But when Bob was
a boy. be was one of the most sensitive,
timid, shame faced little shavers it was ever
my bad luck to make cry. Bob and | were
schoolmates in 1885, aud we logged along
over the rough path to knowledge at an even
rate; but he was such trembling creature
that it used to make my heart ache to see
bin stammering and blushing to the top of
head, when any one spoke sternly to him.
Bob's pretty sister Constance, (she's a
woman now, bless her !! went to the same
school, and "Con," as we used to call her,
was everybody's pet. 1t was "Con" here
and "Con" there, wherever she went. Bob
and his sister were especial favorites of the
teacher, yet be scrupulously avoided any
thing like partiality, and sometimes he
spoke so magesterially to Bob, that his hair
used to fairly stand.
But must tell yon a story about Bob.
He sat next to Con in the school room, one
day, when she touched some bard substance
with her foot, and STOPPING, picked up a
large old,fashioned silver pencil. " Let me
see that Con-" whispered Bob, and added
almost instantly, why, it's Mr.. Browns
pencil" Now, Mr. Brown was our teacher,
and he CHANGED to glance towards Bob, just
as Bob received the pencil. Having lost
said pencil very mysteriously, he concluded
that Bob had taken the liberty to "crib" it
from bis desk, and he said, in very harsh
manner:
"Robert Graham, come up here"
Unhappy Bob could not have felt worse
had he been detected in the act Of robbing
hen roOst, and his face fairly glowed, as
be walked up to the throne OF the stately
pedagOgue.
"Robert Graham" said Mr.. Brown, with
awful and imposing solemnity, "give me
that pencil"
Bob laid it in the pedagogue's palm in a
sneakiDg manner, stammering and blushiDg
as he did so:
''Th>there it is, Con fo,end it,"
Old Brown fairly staggered in his chair,
while bis eyes assumed size decidedly ex-
tensive.
"What?" he exclaimed, catching at his
breath.
That's y'y your pencil, sir, Con toand
It,"
This was too much for the pedagogue
He raised the lid of bis desk, rested it on
his head, and fumbed among confseated
tops, marbles, and fire. crackers, until he
found his rattan.
"Pll teach you how to soear my boy"
be said savagely to poor Bob. "Lie down
over my knee, sir"
Poor Bob broke down in earnest, then,
and blubbered:
"lI.I didn't sir, please SIR"
"Don't tell lie," madly thundered the
master, holding back for moment what
did you say about the pencil ?"
81 Gully said Con found he pencil"
groaned the wretched Bob.
In an instant old Brown bad him by the
collar and was pulling him over the stool
OF repentance. h was critical moment
the meieIess rattan was already fourshing
in the air, like au extremely thin bird Of
prey, picking out good fat chicken before
he sWooped, when little Constance sprang
from her seat, crying:
Please, Mr.. Brosn, don't whip Bob
found The pencil on The qoor."
The light of the truth flashed upon old
Browns mind in moment, and the ratton
dropped to the aoor, closely followed by
Bob.
"You see now that I didn't lie Con
found II" sobbed the poor boy, picking him
self up. "a
"Go to your seat I'll see you about il
after school" said the disconnected master
But be didn't see about it, and that was tn,
last of it. arfYf9