Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1863-04-15
CLEARFELD, PA WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15 1868
Please to let me go to my seat / amt

'pl yes lHhl N'ly llhtly uuu M
Lugaro bulged out his nose and checks
with contempt. DO you think to make
? me believe your lies? I've found yon out,
sir, plainly enough and am satisfied
that you are as precious q little VILLAIN as
there is in the State But ! will postpone
settling with you for an houryet. / shall
then call you up again; and if you don't
tell the whole truth-tLen, / will give you
something that will make you remember
Mr., Nichols melons for many month to
comet go to your seat
Glad enough Of the ungraciou5 permis,
sion, and answering not sound the
child crept tremblingly to his bench. He
felt very strangely, dizzily moro as Il he
was in a dream than III real liGc; and lay.
ing bis arms on his desa, bowed down his
face between them The pupils turned
to their accustomed studies, for during
the reign Of Lugare in the village school,
they had been so used to scenes Of vior
lence and severe chastisement, that. such
things made but little interruption in the
tenor of their way.
Nov, while the intervening hour i' pas
sing, we wilkclear mp the mystery Of the
lag and of young Barker being under the
garden,lence ON the preceding night. The
boys mother was widow, and they both
had to live in the narrowest limits. His
/ father had died when he was six years
old, and little Tim was left a sickly, ema,
ciated infant whom no one expected to
live many months. To the ,yprise ofGll,
however the poor little child kept alive,
ard seemed to recover his health, rs he
certainly did his size and good looks
This was owing to the kind offices u an
eminent physician who had o country-seat
in the neighborhood, and who had been
interested in the widows little family
Tim, the physician sait, might possibly
ougrow his disease bu. everything was
uncertain. It was mysterious and bar,
fling malady; and it would noGbe wOn>
derful if he shobld in some moment Of
apparent health bo suddenly taken away.
Tae poor widow was at first in 6 continual
state OF uneasiness but several years had
now passed, and none Of the impending
evils dfallen upon the boys head, His
mother seemed TO feel confident that be
would live, and be help ard an honor
to her old age, and the two struggled on
together, mutually happy in each other,
and enduring much Of poverty and dis
comfort without repining each for the
others sake.
Tins pleasant disposition had made
him many friends in the village, and 30
mongst the rest young farmer named
Jones, who with his elder brother, worked
a large farm in the neighborhood on shares.
Jones very frequently made Tim present
OF bag Of potatoes or corn, or some gar
den vegetables, which he took from his
own stock but as his partner was a parsi'
monious, high.tempered man, and had
often said tllat Tim was an idle fellow,
and ought Lot to be helped because he
did not work, Jones generally made his
gifts in such manner that no one knew
anything about them, except himself and
the grateful objects of his kindness. 1t
might be, too, that the widow was loath to
have it understood by the neighbor- that
she received food CIom any one for there
is often an excusabls pride in people Of
hor condition which makes them shrink
| from icing considered as objects Of char,
ity' as taey would from the soverest pains,
On the night IN question, Tim had been
told that Jones would send them a bag OF
potatoes, and the place at which they were
TO be waitingior him was fixed at Mr..
/ Nichols gaden-feuce. 1t was this bag
that Tin hal been seen staggering under,
and which caused the unlucky boy 20 be
accused and convicted 10y his teacher as a
thief That teacher was one little fitted
for his important and responsible Office
Hasty to decide, and inAexibly severe, he
was the terror of the little world he ruled
SO despo,icaly. Punishment he seemed
to delight in. Knowing little CT those
sweet fountains which in childrens 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 its
close, and the time approached at which
it was usual for Lugare to give his school
a joyfully.received dismissiun. Now and
:hen one of the scholars would direct
furtiye glance at Tim, sometimes in pity,
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