The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-11-29
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What Is your name, boy ne ASKED ias' IN II
: s.s Nv name is Seymour, replied the mutt
neer. insolently. 4
"Aad are you smoking
81 guess so.
Leave the ROOM
81 guess not"
There was dead silence 10 the school,
room now, and Houghton felt that the hour
of trial was at hand.
"seymour," he s,id again, very quietly.
"What?"
"Come here"
Seymour, putting his hands in his pockets,
sa,lntered from his desk, stood WITHIN yara
of the schoolmaster, and looked sneefinSly
In his face.
leave the room," said Hougton again, in
4 lower voice.
NO"
The 1.-THE arm Strengthened like flash OF
lightning, and the rebel measured MS iength
on the fioor. whilst the blood gushed from
his nostrils. In moment he sprang TO MS
feet and rushed furiously at the schoolmas-
ter. but went down again like reed before
that well-aimed blow. The second time he
fell, Houghton stopped down and lifting MN
up az if he had been child, fairly hung MIN
outside the door. Seymour, confused ana
amazed, staggered down to the brook 10
wash bis face and reflect Oh the WONDERFUL
force OF that slight arm. And HouShtoh,
turning to the school, without Word u
comment OH the scene. commenced INC
rccitations. Walker was mum. seymour 5
fate had appalled, him, and. in fact, the en-
tire mutinouS spirit Of the scholars OF kus-
sian Bar Was in Il fair way OF being totaiiy
subdued.
When the trustees heard Of the affair they
unanimously commended the schoolnlaster' s
pluck.
az tell you what, hoys," said Perkins to a
crowd who were earnestly engaged al game
of old slcdge in his bar-room, "tllat Housh-
ton knows a thing or two about managing
boys. He'll fix 'em OF, or my names not
Perkins"
NEW PURSUIT.
Houghton was Hospitality treated by 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 be the best New
Yorker she had ever met, and the gosslpS IN
simulated that Mrs. Blunt, the widow, was
setting her cap for him.
Gypsy Lane, the daughter of leading man
in Russian Bar, and made wealthy by saw
mill. which all day long groaned and Scealn-
cd some distance down the river, did not eN-
press her opinion as to IouShtons merits,
but in the summer evenings, when the
schoolmasler, rod in hand, wandered along
the stream. and threw his line across the
mildam, Gypsy was seldom taraway. Lane.
a bluff, hearty, old fellow, frequently asked
Houghlon to spend the evening with him,
and told his adventures in early California
to q patient listener. while Gypsy dutl-
fully mended her fathers socks on the We
randa.
Mrs. Lane, when Gypsy was but baby,
was laid to rest in Lone Mountain, long be-
fore Lane ever thought Of settling ut Russian
Bar. Seymour and Walker were the best
and most industrious pupils the young mas
ter had, and were happy when accompany,
ing him on his excursions. In TACT, all
agreed in declaring that the educational de-
partmcnt in the village was thriving
success.
One pleasant evening in June, Gypsy Lane,
tWirliug her straw hat, thouShtlu'ly pickea
her way across the broad fields that lay be-
tween her house and the mill. The stream
was Il winding one, and as she placed her
tiny foot Oh the first steppins-stone she saw
straw hat Oh the grass which sue knew well.
Chow is Miss Lane this cycning?" said
Houghton, lazily, from beneath manzanlta
bush, where he lad been enjoying book
and Il pipe.
"Well, thank you. How is Mr. Housh-
ton,y" replied Gypsy shyly.
"Warln, but not uncomfortable. Are you
going to the mill 7"
eyes, have letter that has just come
for father"
"May accompany you"
"Certainly, if you choose"
Houghton put on bis hat and helped Gypsy
across tic brook.
al hada letter from New York a few days
ago. said he, after they had lett the first
bend in the river behind.
"a pleasant one!"
"Well, although in one sense it brought
good news, still l can hardly call ii a pleas
ant letter."
They walked on, and GYPSY swung her
hat pensiyely, longing, with woman's Curl
osity, to hear more about the New York let
ter.
81 am going to leave Russian Bar" said
Houghton, abruptly.
"Iudeed; how soon!"
81 don't know yet possibly within q
week."
The hat was swaycd from side to side with
increased energy.
"Do you care much, Miss Lane:" This
with an earnest look into the hazle eyes that
| were kept steadily bent on the brown,
| parched grass beneath their feet.
"Yes, Of course we shall all be sorry to lose
you," returned GYPSY, cyasivcly.
"If come back in Il few months with
something for my future wife shall see
this ring on her tinger:" whispered Hough-
ton, capturing the little hand that held the
hat, ana slipping pearl ring OH the delicate
| finger.
Gypsy said nothing, but her eyes turned
| for moment on the schoolnaSters earnest
| face, and in the next her soft check was rest.
ing on his shoulder.
Russian Bar, TO man, turned out to wish
| Philip Houghton god.speed OH 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 lett some money, and
| the gossps more than suspected that there
| was something between Gypsy Lane and
their iavorite. At all events, her eyes We're
| red for week after his departure.
Winter had come, and the river was
swollen and rapid, and many u lofty tree
| from the pine forest had found its way to the
| hearths at Russian Bar. One delicious morn.
ing, crisp and cold, after nights rain, the
stage passed by the large white oak, and,
splashed with mud, halted before Perkins
hotel. 1t had been all night ON the way, fol-
the roads We're very heavy.
| The worthy proprietor Of that excellent
house was in the act OF tossing his first cock.
tail, when u heavy hand was laid on his
shoulder, and Philip Houghton shouted:
perkins, old boy, how are your"