Daily globe., 1878-03-17
wounded boy; who'd have guessed he
was such a timid child? Let's do him
up in cotton, and send him to his moth

wounded boy; who'd have guessed he
was such timid child? Let's do him
up in cotton, and send him to his moth
er."
Such terrible moment as it was for
James, when he was full Of brave i'm
pulses, to have his courage questioned!
He did wish memory had failed him un-
til he had given Horace one good thrash
ing. But his perfect confidence in Mr..
Loring's wisdom restrained his blows:
although he had not proved very clearly
to himself the superiority of peace to war,
he was sure it was not best to yietd to his
anger now and replied:
Boys, Shink what you will: Mr.. Lo-
ring says its foolish to fight, and believe
him.
Frank Knox exclaimed, contemptu-
ously:" He's good boy, he is! He'll die
young, like all good children! Three
grnaAs for Deacon Webb!' to which the
boys responded and then walked off.
jamie did not finch muscle in his
tormentors' presence, but when they were
out of sight he threw himself on the
ground and wept as only reticent, sensi-
tive natures can. To be suspected of
cowardice was insupportable to his man
illness. After his vexation was somewhat
spent he tried to reason out to himself the
foolishness of maintaining ones honor
by brutal force; and he was not long in
deciding that victory over the heart is
is much harder, but also much better
than to conquer with the fists. Hence
forth he adopted understandingly the
sentiments he had honored. Because
they were held by one whom he respect
ed.
The following Monday, as he approached
his schoolmates. subdued shout or eeted
HIM: "Alas for Deacon Webb'' and he
knew at once the boys had spread the
story of Saturday, with their own com
ments. His dearest friends avoided him,
and the girls bowed coldly, or passed
without recognition. Many, jealous Of
the teachers partiality for him, took this
occasion to show their spite in mean tricks
and jokes. At recess he was left alone,
and whatever the ingenuity Of fifty boys
and girls could devise was tried, to pro-
yoke him to fight He felt their tortures
in every fiber Of his being, butmaintained
his composure and forbearance. Aside
from principal, his pride was aroused; as
if the school could laugh him into Weld
ing to their notions!
It was severe lesson, however, for a
boy of thirteen to be thus deserted--a
lesson he never forgot, and one that would
have destroyed his faith in human nature
but for the increasing kindness of Mr..
Loring, whose keen eye and ear had
OWNED both the trouble and It's cause, and
only wanted an occasion to make the
school ashamed of this treatment Of their
eomrade.
1t came most Unexpectedly. The
Wednesday after Jamie Webb's loss of
popularity he stood alone watching a
game of marbles, when suddenly into the
group of players dashed dog foaming at
the mouth and swapping right and left.
There was a perfect panic on the play
ground. The girls flew into the school
room and the boys scattered, only intent
on saving themselves, leaving the smaller
children, paralyzed with fear, right in
the path of the mad dog. Jamie was en-
tirely safe. The rapid animal had seized
Frank Knox's sisters boot, and his sharp
teeth would have soon penetrated to
the flesh, when Jamie, snatching woolen
scarf and winding it round his hand,
caught the infuriated beast by the collar
and crammed his hand down his throat.
Now ensued a struggle between the
animal and his captor, in which Jamie
began to feel his strength falling and the
poisoned fangs picking through the
woolen shield. Loudly did he beg some
one to knock the terrier on the head, yet
not one Of the boys dared come to his aid,
but watched him in ahject terror-the
very boyswho accused him of cowardice.
This most dreadful death seemed now
certain. He could not keep his grasp
much anger, and if he relinquished it the
maddaed beast would tear him in pieces.
A sob from the girls told him his mates
realized the danger, and ye. louder he
cried for help. at last his hand slipped
from the collar and he closed his eyes in
a petition to meet bravely the coming
horror, when, with one powerful blow, the
dog was felled to the ground, and the
exhausted boy had just time to remove
his hand before those death-laden jaws
closed in dying gasp.
Jamie turned to thank his rescuer, and
found Mr.. Loring who inquired; anxious
ly if he was bitten. An examination
showed one spot on the hand where the
skin was broken, and the teacher advis-
ed that it should be cauterized. The in
trepid boy went at once to the doctors
office and bore the operation without a
groan, although when it was over he faint
ed quite away.
AS soon as jamie had recovered the
shock ofsthis affair sufficiently to bear a
visit from his schoolmates, they repaired
en- anasse to apologize for their past rude
ness and express their gratitude for his
bravery.
When Jamie Webb, pale and with
bandaged hand, rejoined the school, Mr..
Loring requested his pupils to listen to
these remarks:
"You will agree with me, my dear
scholars, that we can never suitably
thank James Webb for his courageous act
last Wednesday. How many Of us he
rescued from the most frightful accident
we know not, but of this we are certain:
that to save our lives he risked his own.
and with such calm preparation as proved
he understo cd his peril. Whe dares call
him coward now?' 'sNo one!' he con-