The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-12-26


al, residence In a remote village, cyel
with a parcel Of rough boys 70 take carr
oi, was preferable e The dusty. uuamiIi
ar streets Of san Francisco. lie smiled
as he unpacked his foils aud boxing
gloves, llltle sadly, too, for they wcr,
linked with many pleasing associations
Of his undergraduate days.
Well, be soliloquized a. be siraighien.
ed his arms and looked at tho finely de.
yeloped muscles, ought to be able to
hold my own IN stand.up dght with
these troublesome pupils Of mine. This
is my day Of trial, however, and before
noon we shall probably have had our
battle out
The school house, a raw, unfinished
looking frame building, stood hard bv the
river at about hall mile from the town.
When Houghton opened the rickety
wooden gate that led into the school lot
be found a group Of some twenty boys
already assembled Among them were
Ike Seymour and sam Walker. The lat
ler's sister-a pretty girl 81 sixteen-was
leaning against the fence with half doz
en- Of her friends, for the Russian Bar
school-house was arranged for the accom-
mediation Of both sexes.
lloughton handed the key TO the near
est boy and asked him TO open the door.
With a look at the others aud grin on
his face, he obeyed. .s
Now, boys, muster in, said Iloughton,
cheerfully to the boys
They all passed in Seymour and Walk
er last. The latter took a good look at
the schoolmaster as he went by. When
they were seated TIoughton stood at his
desk aud laid heavy ruler on the books
before him.
Now, boys, he said, hope we shall get
along pleasantly together. You treat Inc
fairly and you shall have no cause to
complain, | promise you. Silence and
obedience is what | require, and strict
attention to the matter of our instruction.
Giving them portion of the grammar
to prepare for recitation, he walked up
and down the room, occasionally stand
ing at the windows, but appearing to
keep no surveillance on the boys. Sud-
denly the crack of a match was heard, fol- |
lowed by general litter.
Houghton turned quietly from the win
dow, and saw the blue smoke from a
cigarette arising from where Seymour
sat.
What is your name, boy 2 he asked in a
stern tone.
My name is Seymour, replied the mu-
tineer, insolently.
And are you smoklngy
guess so.
Leave the room!
There was a dead silence IN the school
room now and Hougbton felt that the
hour of trial was at hand
Seymour, he said very quietly.
What?
Come here.
Seymour, putting his hands in his
pockets, sauntered from his desk, stood
within yard of the schoomaster, and
looked sneeringly in his face.
Leave the room, said Houghton again
IN lower voice.
No.
The little arm Strengthened like flash
of lightning, and the rebel measured bis
englh on the floor while the blood gush-
ID from his nostrils. In a moment he
,prang TO his feet and rushed furiously at
he schOolmaster, but went down again
ike a reed before that wcll-aimed blow. {
The second time he fell, Houghton ,
tooped down and lifted him as If he had t
'een child, fairly flung him outside the
ioor Seymour, confused and amazed. /
taggered down to the brook to wash his Z
ace and reflect on the wonderful force I
# that slight arm, And Houghton, turn :
ling to the school without word of a
omment on the scene, commenced the t
ecitations. Walker was mum. Sey- i
hours fate had appalled, him, and in fact, {
he entire mutinous spirit of the scholars a
f Russian Bar was in fair way of be- Il
ng totally subdued. 5
When the trustees heard Of the affair i
hey unanimously commemorative school.
masters pluck.
] tell You what, boys, said Perkins, 10
rowd who were earnestly engaged at
anne Of old sledgc in his barroom, that {
loughton knows a thing or two about
boys. Hen fix 'em off, or my
ame's not Perkins.
NEW PURSUIT ,
Iloughton was Hospitality treated by 0
he folks Of Russian Bar. They felt him a
0 be a man ofrcfnement, brought down a
IA the world, but showing no offensive a
upcriority in his intercourse with them. Il
he doctors wife pronounced him 10 be b
he best New Yorker she had ever met, "
nd the gossips iusinuaied that Mrs. @
'lunt the widow, was setting her cap for a
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