Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1880-08-23

shall L be compelled to oollge you to
do it?"
''Oblige me to do it You cannot
You would not dare to attempt it!"
screamed Logan, springing to his feet.
and confronting Mr.. March, his face
purple with rage. ''The man who uses
brute force or any impertinence to one
Of my family pays for it with his life.'
81 cannot allow this bravado," coolly
said Mr.. March. "You are scholar,
and am your teacher. Take your
place in the class You must do it, or
you must leave the school,
Z s'l will not take my place in the class
and will not leave the school at your
bidding !" said Logan with an insolent
laugh.
For answer, Mr.. March impulsively
took hold of his arm, when Logan drew
himself violently away, and pushed the
teacher as he did so. Hastily Mr..
March seized his rattan, and in the lit
tie struggle that followed, struck him
with it.
had seen Logan fogged by other
teachers, and laugh when it was over.
Now he staggered back to the wall, pale
and breathless.
"You-you coal-heaver" he gasped
with an oath, and seizing his cap, he
rushed from the room.
Mr.. March went on with the recita-
tion, but he scarcely heard word. He
was sickly, weak man, and now he
was terribly shaken by excitement
When school was over, | went up to
him. "It is too much" | sobbed !;
land your sister coming, too All your
happiness is spoiled"
"Not all, he said, smiling. 81 must
hurry home to meet her. Are you COM
ing to see her, little Meg?''
| went out of the school-house before
him, with the other girls. Logan was
standing by maple tree, leaning against
the trunk, his arms folded, and his eyes
glaring at the door.
Logan l said, "come home" But
he did not notice me.
The door opened, and Mr.. March
came out Logan stepped up to him.
defend yourself!'' he shouted.
Mr.. March threw up his arms.
"The coal-digger fights with his
fists !' with derisive laugh. This is
the way the Lashleys defend their hon
or !" and raising his hand, he fired a
pistol straight at the man before him.
At the same moment, phaeton drove
up through the wood road, and my
mothers voice called, "She has come u
while young, rosy girl leaped lightly
down, and ran laughing towards the
school-house, crying:
"Here l am Charley Where are yol
Charley ?''
The terrified children drew back, ant
she saw their teacher lying on the grass
Logan was crouching over him.
"He is dead !" he said. 81 am
murderer !" And the self-reproachinl
tone showed that the evil spirit hat
gone out of him.
| watched them carry what seemed
to me the dead body to the teachers Int
tie house. There was now only Loga
and me in the world, l thought.
. would 60 with him into prison, or to tn
gallows. He was my twin brother.
l found him down in the swamp. Hi
madness was all gone. There was n
more fierce talk of the Lashley honor
he was only quaking, stupid boy.
He put his arms around my necl
and cried out, II did not think yo
would come, Meg! I'm Cain! All th
world has turned against me. o m
God to think I'm murderer !"
!, l stayed with him all night in th
swamp. In looking back at my lif,
that night seems to fill up great blac
: space of misery. Towards morning,
heard voice calling. 1t was mothe
; She was CHASTITY pale, and her dress W;
torn. She ran towards us.
20 my poor boyl" she cried, II ha'
searched for you all night. He is n
dead. The doctor thinks he will reco
- er."
= He did recover. This all happent
years ago. Mr. March is now a mi
y dle-aged man, but he has no staunch
~ friend, or one whom he values NOR
w than Logan Lashley.
ei Since that day have never heard
y word from my brothers lips of t
y Lashley honor, or the requisites need'
to constitute gentleman Youtl
VI Companion.
es COOP ON CoNKLING.-During the i
I'D ter part of the life of Hon. Alfred Cor
he ling, the father of Roscoe Conkling, \
Conkling, senior, was introduced at
,r- public meeting as 1.-THE father of HI