Daily globe., 1878-03-17
The Greenra1e code of Honor.

jamie Webb had cut wood enough to
supply the next weeks fires, filled the
boiler for Mondays washing, taken home
Mrs. Foot's quilting frames, dug two or
three hills OF potatoes, besides running a
dozen errands; and, at four o'clock D. M,
felt he was entitled to the leisure for
which his small heart yearned.
Hid IN the northwest-room was a book
relating the adventures of Leonidas Muir
ray, in his Judgment the most remarkable
work ever published. That it was thus
concealed was due to the mischeivous pro-
pensities of his three-ycar old sister
Oracle, ever ready to leave the mark of
her chubby fingers on clean pages. Find
ing her sound asleep, he stole on tip-toe
upstairs to read it. Having secreted the
book under his waistcoat, he stole as SOFT
ly out the back door, and, throwing him
self down under an old apple tree, soon
forgot work, errands and burdens, gener-
ally in the wild eXcitements of the sailor
boys life.
A cloudless sky bent over him; not far
away, in his mothers garden, golden
marigolds, fringed poppies and silver
petaled hollyhocks drank in the sunshine;
bees droned their sleepy song among
clover blossom and thyme; a plump
robin hoped in and out the grass under
his very nose; and q black and yellow
spider wovc its gossamcr wep almost into
bis eyes and Jamie stirred not, but, OBJ
livious Of everything, wandered in the
distant islands Of the Pacific, his soul
quaking with terror lest 1oo the savaees
would really murder Leonidas Murray,
and feeling all the while an intense de-
sire to do deed men would regard as
proudly as he did the courage of this
sailor hero,
Just at this crisis of the story three
boys appeared before him, and, although
Jamie wished they had deferred their
visit little longer, ne fastened to we'll
come them. After entertaining them in
various ways, the four began to play ball
to see who excelled in toss and catch.
t'rann Knox being chosen judge. For a
time nothing was heard but laughter and
good -natured raillery; but by and by
Jamie's ball mistook Horace Gates head
tor his hand, and nearly knocked him off
his feet. Horace was quick-tempered
and ill-natured when provoked, and,
with a face purple from rage, and voice
checked with passion, screamed out:
''You did it on purpose, you mean, ugly
boy!' -,
right away and get some camphor," was
the reply, in boy dialect
"No, you sha'n't, either! I don't
want to be mollycoddled, you liar, you %
said Horace, rudely.
Now it was the code of honor in Green
vale, as I'm told it is in some larger towns
If boy is called a liar, to retalliate..with,
blow in the face, jamie sprang for
ward to follow tkis honorable O. fashion,
but was arrested by the recollection of
some remarks Of Mr.. Loring, his teacher
on this custom: "What does it prove"
he asked, ''when you pound your accuser
until he is a mass of black -and-blue
bruises? Your innocence? Certainly
not! Only that you have immensely
hard fists, and are adroit in using them:
the effect IS, as soon as your rival can
stltten his muscles equal to yours, he'll
repeat the offene; but let him see YOU 40
control your temper as to meet insult
with dignity, and he'll be too ashamed
to trouble you again.
A long speech to flash through the
mind in second, but the boy did think
OF it between his steps forward and the
turning back Che could not face exasper-
ating Horace and obey Mr.. LoringN.
At this movement, Frank Knox called
out: For shame, jamie! afraid of
Horace Gates?"
Not bit of it, but I'm not going to
tight, answered Jamie.
"That's good excuse" sneered the