The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-05-19

blessed minute, aud throw something
in to boot. What aevc to do9 ] can't
say. believe I shall dig out Of this
place and get back to the city before
morning. ! haven't got the courage
To face the music
lie began hastily putting on his
boots. aud would have carried his
threat into execution, but for the APP
pearanco OF Ham all, who at once as
serted her authority.
you are not going asugie step,
John. I don't wonder you feel asham-
ed Of yourselves. What on earth pos
sesscd you, Is moro than ] can tell"
That's right, Han; pitch in, scold
away; I'll take any amount of talking
Just now. | am rs meek as lamb.
But who is it we've played so shabby a
trick onf' replied George.
Trick I should think it was. Why,
II is Eva Stanley, our school teacher,
and this is her week to board here. j
don't believe the poor girl will get
over her fright. It is too bad; /
shouldn't wonder IL she had taken her
death, being dragged out Of war
bed this time Of night and dropped
into a snow drift in that fashion. No
wonder she cried, poor thing
Cried, did she?" repeated George,
with a groau.
III should think she did. l just
took her in my arms and let her have
her cry out, while I explained to hel
how she happened to be mistaken fol
Sam, and became the victim Of YOU
mad prank,.'
THAT was neat in you, Ham," said
George. II am awful & al you hug
ged the poor little thing. Wish yor
had given her brotherly squeeze fol
me-'pon my honor, Ido.'
"And how on earth do you expec
US to stay and take the consequences
asked John, beginning to look serious
al am for taking myself off instanter
| had rather face masked battery
than this pretty teacher, after making
such fools of ourselves
IL don't care if you had" answer
ed his sister, Indignantly. THE only
way to do is to stay and brave it out
both of you, and apollo size for your
rudeness.'
"But, Sam, how the deuce arc W,
to get along with him9 You know
well enough, Han, we shall never heal
the end of i, from him."
"If you two can keep the secret
III find way to silence Bridget, ant
it is n subject Eva will not care Il
have discussed, and fortunately my
husband is away from home. So g
to bed and rest contented."
She showed them tc the bed sh
had intended them to occupy, anC
soon the house was once ;lore hushe,
in slumber.
Meanwhile their brother Sam ha,
reached the depot a few minutes TOT
late. lie found the train he was Il
have taken, already gone, but on con
sult;ng u time table, he found that an
other train started two hours later, ant
so decided to take it. He figured Il
himself, as he impatiently crowdet
into an empty seat, and was being
whirled along at rapid rate, hos
snugly his brothers had ensconceC
themselves in the best bed. which by
right belonged to him, he being the
eldest; and consummated a plan tc
get even with them.
Sometime after midnight he was
deposited in HplIythorn. and reaching
his sisters house he secuted around
till he found n way Of entrance into
the kitchen, where he deposited his
luggage, and removed his boots. Then
he quietly stole up stairs aud opened
the door of the best room.
"Sure enough thought he, "my
fine chaps, you are in clover" For
there were not 10 be mistaken signs of
the room being occupied.
To think of coping with their uni
ted strength by dragging them forth,
was not practicable, but there stood
the pitcher of water, and he knew
that a good dousing with the icy fluid
would bring them out quick enough,
He lifted the pitcher, approached
the bed, raised it, aud suddenly dash
ed the contents upon the sleepera.
Such torrent Of screams rs he had
never before heard, rang through the
house, and before Sam could collect
his scattered senses, the door opened,
and Hannah, George and John, rush.
ed in, clothed in scanty app,rel-IIan-
nah with frightened look upon her
face, and Il lamp in her hand that re-
vealed the entire scene.
There, sitting in bed, with her hair
dripping like a mermaid, her night
dress deluged, her face colorless and
looking terror, was the young school
mistress; and there was Sam, with the
empty pitcher in his hand, the very