The Republican journal., 1872-12-05

fore him.
"Now, boys" he said, Il hope we shall
get along pleasently together. You treat
me fairly and yon shall have no reason
to complain, | PROMISE yon silence
and obedience is hat / require, and X
strict attention to the matter OF our IN
struction.'
Giving them portion of the grammar
10 prepare for recitation, he walked quietly
up and down the room, occasionally stand
ing at the windows, hut appearing TO keep
no surveillance on the boys Suddenly
the crack of a match was heard, followed
by Il general litter.
Houghton turned quietly from the win
dow. and saw the blue smoke from 4
cigarette arising from where Seymour sat.
''What is your name, boy I" he asked
in a stern tone.
MY name IS Seymour" replied the
mutinecr, insolentlv.
"And are you smokingY
81 guess so"
''Leave the room
81 guess not"
There was dead silence in the school
room now, and lIou@hton felt that the
hour Of trial was at hand.
"Seymour." he said again very quietly.
''What ?'
Come here"
Seymour, putting his hands in his
pockets, sauntered from his desk, stood
within u yard of the schooimaSter and
looked sneeringly IN his lace.
s'Leave theroom, said dIIoughtonaga
in u lower voice.
mo-
The 1.-THE arm sraightenel like flash
OF lightning. and the rebel measured his
length on the door. whilst the blood
gushed from his nostrils. In n moment
he sprang to his feet and rushed furious!y
at the schoolmastcr. but Went down again
like a reed before that well aimed blow.
The second time he fell, lloughton stopped
down and lifted him up rs il he had been
a child, fairly flung him outside the door.
Seymour, confused and amazed. stag
gered down to the brook TO wash his face
and reflect on the wonderful force OF that
slight arm. And Houghton, turning to
the school. without Il word Of comment
on the scene, commenced the rectations.
Walker was mum. Sevmour's fate had
appalled, him, and in fact the entire mn-
tinous spirit of the scholars Of the Russian
ttf was Ill II XIX way ol htlhS loU1IlE
subdued.
When the trustees heard of the affair,
they unanimously commended the school
masters pluck.
Il tell you what boys" said Perkins 10
crowd who were earnestly engaged IN
game of old slcd9c in his har-room.
'Iloughton knows Il thing or two about
managing boys. Hen fix EN- of, or my
names not Perkins"
4 NEW PURSUIT.
Houghton was Hospitality treated Nv
the folks Of Russian Bar. They felt him
to be a man OF refinement. brought down
IN the world but showing no offensive
superiority in his intercourse with them.
The Doctors wife pronounced him to he
the best New Yorker she had ever met,
and the gossips insinuated that Mrs. Blunt,
the widow, was setting her cap for him.
Gypsy Lane, the daughter of Il leading
man in Russian Bar, and made wealthy
by saw-mill, which all day long groaned
and screamed some distance down the
river, did not express her opinion rs to
Houghton's merits, bnt in the summer
evenings, when the scho0lnaster, rod in
hand, wandered across the stream, and
threw his line across the mill dam, Gypsy
was seldom far away.
Mrs Lane, when Gypsy was but baby,
was laid to rest in Lone Mountain, long
before Lane ever thought OF settling ut
Russian Bar. Seymour and Walker were
the best and most industrious pupils the
young master had, and were happy when
accompanying him on his excursions. In
fact, all agreed in declaring that the
educational department in the village was
a thriving success.
One pleasant evening III June, Gypsy
Lane, twirling her straw hat, thought
fully picked her way across the broad
fields that lay between her house and the
mill, The stream was n winding one.
and rs she placed her tiny foot on the first
stepping stone, she saw a straw hat on the
grass. which she knew we'll
GLOW is Miss Lane, this evening ?''
said Houghton, laziIy, from beneath u
manzanita bush, where he had been en-
joying pipe and book.
''Well thank You How is Mr.. Ilough-
ton ?" replied Gypsy, shyly.
''Warm, but not uncomfortable Are
you going to the mill ?"
Eyes, I have u letter that has Just come
for father"
"May | accompany You 7"
"Certainly, if you choose
Houghton put on his hat and helped
Gypsy across the brook.
81 had q letter from New York tcw
days ago" said he, after they had left the
first bend of the river behind.
"a pleasant one ?n
"Well, although in one sense il brought
good news, still | can hardly call it q
pleasant letter.
They walked on, and Gypsy swung her
hat pensvely, longing, with her woman's
curiosity, to hear more about the New
York letter.
81 am going to leave Russian Bar"
said Houghton abruptly.
F'indeed; how soon ?"
81 don't know, yet; possibly within Il
week"
The hat was swayed from side to side
with increased energy.
"Do you care much, Miss Lane ?n
This with an earnest look into the hazel
eyes that We're kept steadily bent on the
brown parched grass beneath their feet
'Yes. OF course we shall all be sorry to
lose YOU" returned Gypsy, evasively
''If ! come back in a few months with
something for my future wife, shall see
this ring on her finger ?' whispered
Houghton, capturing the little hand that
held the hat, and slipping pearl ring on
the delicate finger.
Gypsy said nothing; but her eyes
turned for q moment on the school
masters earnest face, and in the next her
soft cheek was resting on his shoulder.
Russian Bar, to a man, turned out to
wish Philip Houghton god-speed on the
morning he took his place by the driver
who one year before had set him down at
Perkins Hotel. They knew he was on
his way to New York, and that he had
been left some money, and the gossips
more than suspected that there was some
thing between Gypsy Lane and their
favorite. At all events, her eyes were red
for a week after his departure.
Winter had come and the river was
swollen and rapid, and many lofty tree
from the pine forest had found it's way to
the hearths at Russian Bar. One delicious
morning, crisp and cold. after nights