The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1875-09-17

mingled indignation and astonishment
upon the quivering, unconscious form
of the pretty milliner whom he had
toasted only the previous evening
among some gentlemen associates in
his newly-furnished rooms at the
Sailors Rest.
'She neddLedy" cried Joe Seabank,
who had imbibed from his fathers ex-
ample full share of contempt for the
weaker sex.
''Joe struck her with the whip! I
saw him through the windowv' cried a
ten-year-oId girl, gathering courage
from the lull in the excitement.
"What?" exclaimed the Major, rails
ing the unconscious form in his arms.
"Tell-tale ~ shouted an overgrown
boy, with blistered, and, for the time,
disabled hand, who was one of the vic
Tins of the teachers ferule.
The commanding voice of the gentle
man produced a subduing effect upon
the indignant boys, and one by one they
skulked away, leaving the now sobered
pedagogue writhing in pain both from
the cords that bound and the stripes
that welted him.
"Cut those thongs, Captain" said the
Major, addressing Captain Mason, who
had just arrived, painting with exercise.
"Set that fellow loose and let him go. I
have something else to do" raising the
unconscious girl-woman tenderIy in his
arms, as though she were an infant.
Then, carrying the quivering form
upon his bosom, he strobe rapidly over
the uneven surface of the uulaid side
walk, peremptorily ordering everybody
out of his way, pausing not until he
reached the suite Of rooms in the Sailors
Rest belonging to himself, where he
laid her down upon lounge, followed
by wondering crowd of excited villa
gers, among them Alba Carson, to
whom alone the stricken girl showed
any signs of recognition as she opened
her eyes and gazed vacantly about her.
"Did they kill him" she asked,
dreamily.
"Kill who, dear?"
''That poor, drunken teacher"
mo. He's safe enough. Are you
badly hurt ?''
"My head aches. Did fall? I saw
a gentleman, and 1 dreamed he rescued
me. 1 thought it was Major Lindsey.
Where am I?n
'In the Majors room, dear. Youwere
stunned by blow. Do you remember
it?"
Remember Uhdt?"
1.-THE boys and the fiogging. You were
knocked insensible."
Didn't 1 tell you, Mason, that that
chit of girl couldn't teach school ?'i
asked Jonas Ebenezer Seabank, exult-
antly.
"I don't see but she would have sue
ceeded quite as satisfactorily as your
model, who has so sIgnally failed" was
the sarcastic response.
"Where am 1 2" repeated Rosa. start
ing about her in a bewildered way.
"Where's my baby ?"
"She's wild, poor thingy' said Mrs.
Carson. "Wbat could have induced
that boy to strike her?'
"She nleddted"' again explained the
ruffianly hopeful, who, seeing that no
lives were lost, had ventured from an
impromptu hiding-place and found his
echOing voice again.
"If woman puts herself in mans
place she must take what follows" said
the proprietor of the Sailors Rest, with
an approving nod to the boy.
'If had the law in MY own hands
I'd give that fellow fifty lashes, and
confine him in dungeon on bread and
water diet for six MONTHS" said the
Major. "Let everybody leave the room
except Mr.. and Mrs. Carson and myself.
These are my apartments, and insist
upon my right to use them. This poor
lady needs air and quiet till she has
time to rally"
"YOu're no DOCTOR" said one.
"He's humbug," said another, aside.
"He's a stranger, and NEEDLES where
he has no business" exclaimed a third
They're birds of feather" sug-
gested Mrs. Mason, as they all obeyed
the order grumblingly.
Some sort of glowing cordial was adj
ministered to the bewildered girl, Abba
Carson chafed her temples, and it was
not long before she sat up in a chair
calm and collected, with full remem.
brance of the noise and crash, the
school-room scene, and the blank which
followed the sudden blow upon her head
"What a narrow escape you had,'
said the Major. "pm- surprised, tc
think you would venture into such q
turbulent crowd"
81 didn't think of myself" was the
plying answer, spoken as if in solilo'
guy. 'Poor Joe Seabank I hope they
won't hurt him."
"He'Il never get lash amiss, unles;
the lash misses him, said Josiah Car
son.
i1'll warrant he's sorry for what he
did. Don't abuse him." pleaded Rosa
Then, as if suddenly recollecting her.
self, she started to her feet, exclaiming
"Who's at home? Is Lena keeping the