Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1863-05-09

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1t was this bag that Tim had been seen
staggering under, and which accused the
unucky boy to be accused and convicted
by his teacher as q theft. That teacher
was one little fitted for his important and
responsible office. Hasty to decide, and
and infexibly severe, he was the terror of
the little world he ruled so despotically.
Punishment he seemed to delight in.-,
Knowing little of those sweet fountains
which in childrcns breasts ever open
quickly at the call Of gcntlcness and kind
words, he was feared by all for 'terness,
and loved BY none. | would that he were
an isolate instance in his profession.
The hour of grace had drawn to its
close, and the time approached at which
it was usual for Lugarc to give his school
a joyfully received dismission. Now and
then one of the scholars would direct a
furtiyc glance at Tim, sometimes in pity,
sometimes in Indifference or inquiry
They knew that he would have no mercy
shown him, and though mos: Of them loved
him, whipping was too common there TO
exact much sympathy. Every inquiring
glance, however, remained unsatisficd, 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. Lugare looked at the boy occasion.
ally with scewl which smeemed TO bodc
vengeance for his sullcnness. At ength
the last class had been heard, and the last
lesson recited, and Lugare seated himself
behind the desk on the platform, with his
longest and sioutest rattan before him.
'Now, Barker he said, we II settlc that
little business Of yours. Just step up
here
Tim did not move. The shool-room was
as still as the grave. Not a sound was to
be heard, except occasionally a ong.drawn
breath.
mind me, sir, or it will be tho worse
for YOU. Step up here, and take off your
jackct!'
The boy dill not stir any more than il
he had been made of wood. Lugare
shook with passion. He sat still a minute
as if considering the best way wrcak bis
vengeance. That minute, passed in death
like silence, was fearful one to some of the
children, for their faces whitoned with
fright. 1t seemed, as it slowly dropped
away, like the minute which procedes the
climax ofan exqui itely performed tragcdy y
when some mighty master Of the histrionic
art is trcading the stage, and You and the
multitude around you are waiting with
stretched nerves and suspended breath, in
expectation Of the terrible catastrophe.
Tim is asleep, SIR at length said one
OF the boys who sat near him.
Lugare, at this intelligence, allowed
his features to relax fir m their expression
of savage anger into q smile. but that smile
looked more malignant, if possible, thar
his former scowls. 1t might be that he
was glowing in pleasure on the way il
which he intended to wake the poor little
slumberer.
Asleep! arc you, my young gentle
man !! 'lPt US see if we cant find some
thing to tickle your eyes open. There
nothing Ike making the best Of bad case
boys. Tim, here, is determined not to b.
worried in his mind about little hogging
for the thought oft can't even keep the
little scoundrel awake
Lugare smiled again as he made th
last observation. Tie grasped his ratal
firmly, and descended from his scat
With light and stcalthy steps he crossc'
the room, and stood behind the unlucky
sleeper. The boy was still as unconcious
Of his impending punishment as ever
He might be dreaming some golden dream
of youth and pleasure; perhaps he va
far away in the world of fancy, seeing
scenes and feeling delights, which cold re
ality never can bestow. Lugare lifted hi
rattan high over his head, and with true an,
expert aim which he had acquired by lon
practice, brought it down on Tins bac
with force and wacking sound which
seemed sufficient to awake freezing ma,
in his last lethargy. Quick and fast, blo1
followed blow. Without waiting 10 Sc
the effect of the first cnt the brutal wrec
piled his instrument of torture first on on
side of the boys back, and then on tn
other, and only stopped at the end Of tw
or three minutes from very wcsriness.-
But still Tim showed no signs Of motion
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