The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-11-02
VOL. 2.

been interested IN the widows little family.
Tim, the physician said, might possibly
outgrow his disease, out everything was
uncertain. Il was a mysterious and baf-
fling maladv, and it would not be wonder
full, in some moment Of apparent good
health, be suddenly taken away.
The poor widow was at first in contin-
ual state uneasiue,s but several years had
elapsed and none of the penlng evils had
fallen on the boys head His mother
seemed to be confident that he would live,
and be an honor and shield to her old
age; and the two struggled on together,
mutually happy in each other, and endur>
ing much Of poverty and discomfort with
out repining, each for the others sake
Tins pleasant disposition made him
many friends in the village, and among
; the rest a young farmer named Jones
who, with his elder brother, worked a
large farm in the neighborhood on shares
Jones very frequently made ! i'm a pres
ent Of bag Of potatoes or corn, or some
garden vegetables, which he took from his
own stock but as his partner was parsi-
monlOus, high-tempered man, and had Of
ten remarked that Tim was an idle fellow,
and ought not to be helped because he did
not work, Jones generally made his pres
ents IN such a manner that no one knew
anything about them except himself and
the grateful object Of his kindness.
1t might be, too, that the widow was
10th to have it Understood by the neigh
oors that she received food from any one :;
for there Is always an excusable pride in
people of her condition, which makes them
shrink from being considered as objects Of
charity, as they would from the seyerest
pain.
On the night in question, Tim had been
told that Jones would send them a BAG Of
potatoes, and that the place at which they
were to be waiting for him was fixed at
Nichols garden fence. 1t was this bag
that Tim had been staggering under which
had caused the unIucky boy 10 be accused
and convicted by hi, teacher as thief.
That teacher was one little fttel for
his importan, and responsible Office Has
ty to decide, and inhexib.y severe, he was
the terror Of the little world he ruled SO
despoucaly. Punishment he seemed to
delight III. Knowing little Of those sweet
fountains which in children'8 breasts open
quickly at the call Of genteness and kind
words, he was feared by all for his stern
ness, and loved by none, would that
he were an isolated Instance in his profes-
sion.
The hour of grace had drawn to a close
and the time approached at which Lugare
was to give his school joyfuIiy received
dismisslyn. Now and then one Of the
scholars would direct furtiye glance at
Tim, sometimes in pity, sometimes in in
difference or inquiry they knew he would
have no mercy shown him, aud though
most of them liked him whipping was too
common to excite much sympathy.
Every inquiring glance, however, re,
mained unsatlsGed; for, at The end Of the
hour, Tim remained with his face com
pleteIy hidden, and his head bowed down,
precisely as he hal leaned himself when
he first went to his seat. Lugare looked
at the boy occasionally with scowl, which
beded vengeance for his sukiness. At
length the last class had been heard, and
the last lesson recited, and Luoare seated
himself behind his desk on the platform,
with his longest and stoutcst rattan before
! him.
"Now, Baker" he said, "we'll settle
that little business OF yours. Just step up
here"
Tim did not move The schoolroom
was still as the grave Not a sound was
to be heard, except occasionally a long
drawn breath
Mind me, sir, or it will be tue worst
for you. Stepzup here, and take of your
Jacket"
Tie boy Jill not sir any more than if
he had been wool. Lugare shook with
passion. He sat still minute, as if con
sidering the best way to wreak his ven
geance. That minute passed in death-like
silence, and was fearful one to some Of
the children, for their faces whitened with
fright 1t seemed as it slowly passed
away like the minute which proceeds the
climax of eXquisiteIy performed tragedy,
when some mighty master OF the histrl-
onic art is treating the stage, and you
and the crowd around are waiting with
stretched nerves and suspended breath, in
expectation of the terrible catastrophe.
"Tim's asleep, SIR at length said one
of the BOYS who sat near him.
Lugare at this intelligence, allowed his
features to relax from their expression Of
savage anger with smile; and that smie
looked mare malignant, if possible, than
lis former scowls It might be that he
felt amused at the horror depicted upon
the couatenances Of those about him, or
it might be tha: he WAS g.oating in pleas
ure on the way in which he intended to
wake the poor little slumberer.
ASLEEP, are you, my gentleman :"
said he " let Us see If We cant find some
thing to tickle your eyes open. There is
nothing ike making the best of bad case.
, boys Tim, here, is determined not to be
, worried in his mind about little tiogg;n4
for the though. of it cant keep the little
, scouudre, awake"
Lugare srniel again as he made the
: las; observation. lie gra>pei the rattan
firmly, auI descended from his seat. With
light aud s'g.'thy steps he crossed the
room and stood by the unIucky sleeper,
The boy was still As UNCONSCIOUS Of his
=, impending punishment as ever. lie might