Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1863-04-15


occasionally with a scowl which seemed
TO bode vengence for his sullenness. At
length the last class had been heard, and
the last lesson recited, and Lugare seated
himself behind his desk on the platform,
with his longest and stoutest rattan before
him.
Now, Barker he said, wen settle that
little business of yours. just step up
hero
Tim did not move. The school-room
was still o. The grave. Not a sound was
to ba heard, except occasionally long,
drawn breath.
Mind me, sir, or it will be the worse
for you. Step up here, and take of your
Jacket"
The boy did net stir any more than if
he had been made Of wood. Lugare shook
with passion. He sat still a minute, as if
considering the best way to wreak his
vengeance. That minute, passed in death.
like silence, was fearful one to some Of
the children, for their faces whtened
with fright. 1t seemed, as t slowly drop.
pedaway, lilSelhe minute which preceedes
the climax Of an eXquisitely.per!ormed
tragedy, when some mighty master Of the
hisrionic art is treading TIE stage and
you and the multitude around your are
waiting, with stretched nerves and sus-
pended breath,in expectation Of the tern-
ble catastrophe.
Tim is asleep, SIR at length said one
> OF the boys who sat near him.
. LaEue, at this intelligence, allowed hia
features 10 relax from their expression o.!
savage anger into a smile, but that smile
looked more malignant, if possible, than
his former scowls 1t might be that he
fel. amused at the horror uepcted onthe
faces Of those about him; or it might be
that he was glowing in pleasure on The
way in which he intended to wake the
poor little slumberer.
Asleep! are you, my young gentleman!
let US see if we can't find something to
tickle your eyes open. There's nothing
like making the best OF bad case, boys.
Tim, here, is determined rot to be worried
IN his mind about little llogging, for the
thought of it can't even keep the little
scoundrel awake
Lugare smiled again as he made the last
observation. He grasped his rattan firmly,
and descended from his seat. With light
and stealthy steps lie crossed the room,
and stood by tho unluclly sleeper. The
boy was still as UNCONSCIOUS Of his impend
ing punishment as ever. lie might be
dreaming some golden dream of youth
and pleasure; perhaps he was far away in
the world Of fancy, seeing scenes and
feeling delights, which cold reality never
can bestow Lugare lifted his rattan high
over his head, and with the true and ex-
pert aim which he had acquired by long
practice, brought it down on Tins back
with force and whackirg sound which
seemed sufficient 10 awake a freezing man
in his last lethargy. Quick and fast, blow
followed blow. Without waiting to see
the effect of the first cut, the brutal wretch
piled his instrument of torture first on
one side of the boys back, and then on
the other, and only stopped at the enc of
two or three minutes from very weariness.
But still Tim showed no signs of motion
and as Lugare, provoked at his to'pidity,
jer<ed away one of the child's arms, on
which he had been lear ing over on the
-|desk, his head dropped on the board with
a dull sound, and his face lay turned up
and exposed TO view. When Lugare saw
it, he stood like one transtixed by basi,
lisk. His couutenauce turned to leadeu
whiteness; the rattan dropped from his
grasp; ami his eyes stretched wide open,
glared as at some monstrous spectacle Of
horror and death The sweat started in
great globules seemingly from every pore
in his face; his skinny lips contracted
and showed his teeth; and when he at
length stretched forth his arm, and with
the end Of one cf his fingers touched the
child's cheek, each limb quivered like the
tongue of snake and his strength SEEM
ed as though it would momentarily fail
him. The boy was dead He had proba-
bly, been SO io: some time, for his eyes
were turned up, and his body was quite
cold The widow was now cLildIess too
Death was in the schoolroom, and Lugaro
had been ioggingA coRPsE. WV
! UNIoS Victory IN KENTUcKY.-An off,
oial dispatch .rom Somerset, Kentucky,
says General Glmores forces attacked
the Rebels under General Pegram in
strong position, near Somerset, yesterday,
and fought them for five or fix hours
1la .lalg ,yara hail..