The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1872-06-08

But the attention of the school was riyeted
on Whapsy, as he sprang toward the beiliger-
ent boy, and, without wal ling, hit him
sharp cut with the rattan over the face
Blood spurted from his lips on the dainty
dress of the teacher, who lifted her hand be-
fore him in an attitude both ofappeal and de-
tense.
''Do not strike him, Mr.. whapsy. 1 can
manage my own school," a- m f-sr
But both antagonists were swayed by fierce
passion. The hot blood of uncontrolled boy
hood opposed itself to temper which years
OF indulgence had rendered fearful. Whapsy
was but an enraged animal. He threw away
his 1.-THE switch, and, with double-fst of
iron beat the boy, and baffled his returning
blows, till Miss Dree, in an agony of feac and
feeling, threw her arms about Hazen, and
shouted murder at the top of her voice.
"Help-help him, boys! ever one of Won.
command it. He WI be killed'-as blow
aimed over her head, hit Sims ON the temple
and telled him to the ground. The purple
rage of Whapsy knew no bounds. He hated
the boy, and would have kicked him dead:
but the older boys had responded to the
teachers call, and resolutely held him back.
Doctor Randall, who happened to be -emov-
ing an old stove from an empty house in the
vicinity of the school, with view of appro-
priation, heard Patty's scream and the up-
TOdI, d.lu III rTlcu LII. AS uC CutcT6Q The
teac Ter stood over the PROSTATE form of the
boy like pythoness of fate, and, pointing to
Wapsy, in voice totally unlike her usually
sweet tones, said "Arrest that murdererp'
''de beat Sims. He's killed Hazen: he's
fetched blood. Hazen didn't do nothin'. did
NJ, Miss D-eeP' The girls crying; the bows
eager to vindicate Sims. Frightened at his
pale face and death-like insensibility, Patty
ran for water; sob, doctor! do something
feux l. Ial+I
"No MAN," and the great boys clustered
round the wretch and held him as in wise.
while the boy from the hotel ran for an off,
GER.
That day was never forgotten in Blue-nose
Canon. They will tell you yet of the slowly
returning consciousness of Sims, and his first
question of ''Where's little Susie? They will
tell you of the long days of helpless fever, and
the pntiring watch of the gentle little teach
er's mother, who came all the way from San
Francisco to nurse him. The whole town
rang with the affair, and, before night, pa
rents from the neighbofing villages came
pouring N, who had heard the details from
their own boys and girls, intensifying the ex-
element. Tar and feathers, and lynching,
were freely spoken of as none too good for the
miscreant; I'D only Miss Dree's persuasions
to the contrary saved him. He was given an
hour to leave the place on the one condition
ofnever returning The horrible proposition
of mailing him up in one of his owl collins
and burying him alive, cmanated from the
little Sass" peddler. The idea was put into
| execution, so far as carrying him to the cars
| in this CHASTITY style. A mock fcneral pro-
cession followed, with car;catures of the
great deiunct'', in various phases of his ca
reer as trustee and committeeman. footing
horns, tin-pans and squeedunks Blended their
dlscordance with the unearthly meanings of
the attending crowd, and the dismal ju e
ended by DIT nping the detested Whapsy, box
| and all, into the baggage car, with derisive
epithets, shouts and simulated tears. TIE
Blue-nose, on the great rock-face overharg-
| ing the canon, seemed to snifie in 81 lnpathy
Before the cars were an hour on their way,
the village subsidized into its accustomed mon
| otone.
For many days Thereafter, Sims was an in
valid. But with the cooling rains of the
bright November days, his strength revived,
and, leaving little Susie to the tender care of
Mis-. Dree, he sought wider sphere ofactiyi-
ty-educating himself with the proceeds of
his own labor, and fiom time to time, send
ing small remittances for this little darling of
| his heart.
Tine school progressed. Disorderly and I'M
manageable as it had been, listless and inca
! pable as the pupils had seemed heretofore,
they were electrified into new life under the
| wise and firm control of this remarkable little
Patty Dree.
SThe best model school we have in lr
mountains, assure you, sir, said Mr.. Silver
thorn. "Why, sii, you jest oughter a-seen
that gal a-wieldin' them boys an gals 'thout
no corporal punishment Tell yer what !:
there amt nowheres, 'cept or the Pacific
slope, Sch institutions O. larnin' as our pub
lie schools. Yes, stree; they just cram them
young 'uns chock fri O. everything cipher
| in, the main standby. An ez fur giammer:
there's Quackenboss, an every child's bound
to be either quack or boss on verbs an
adiectives, p Onouns, an all them kind O.
things. We've got boy down to Frisco,
graduated here, III be president yit. Maybe
| you hain't never met him in that VILLAGE.
He's named Sims-old man Sims boy, as
was left an orphan by his mar, though, Door
woman! she cor'dn't help it. He's In the
bank now-the trustedest and honoredest.
and exemplaryest young man you'll see any
where. Sister Randall, she was dow to the
Bay tother day, an she met him. He was
| lookin' so spry, she wouldn't never a.
knowed him. An he's goin' to be married
too! Maybe dent know the party? No.
| Well, putin this and that together, an Mrs.
Driscol a-keeping so close about what TUX
Mrs. Dree and lttle Susie down to the Eay.
Sister Eandal jist fer. eted it al out and who
do you think is a-going TO be the bride? Cam {
guess? Well, ST., 'twon't be long afore Pat
ty Dree, school marin, ';l be Ms. Hazen
Sims; an likelier couple you won't find on
the Pacific slope.'