The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-07


 Bringing in the Sheaves,' after which you will be dismissed. Page eighty-four. l B,inging in the Sheaves.'
 CHAPTER II.
 One afternoon Mir. Vine, the sopho- more, having thrown aside his books. fountains from which he drank the clear waters ot knowledge, sauntered leisurely in the woods, keeping languid step to the soft slow notes ot the dove. Stopping under spreading tree, he waved his right hand at the beauties of nature and said aloud:
 What, oh what is life?.
 "A fraud, oh, fraud" replied voice Mir. Vine started, looked around and saw Bill Brown standing near him.
 "Ah. it is Billie Brown" said Mir. Vine.
 @Ah, it is Billie Brown" replied the boy, advancing.
 Billie," in conciliatcry tone, "like myself, do you come hither to muse on the grandeur of this refreshing scene ?" No, noble duke, do not come like yourself, because 1 am not like yourself"
 Happened here by accident, then I suppose"
 Anything which happens at all, hap pens by accident, Mir. Vine. fear that you are neglecting your studies" 
 MT. Vine nibbled his neither lip and re- piled:
 "Young fellow. you are impertinent l will not hold converse with you"
 "Oh, yes"
 "I say that will not.'
 "Oh, do."
 "l came hither first"
 And will be willing to go thence, 6rst.''
 .What do you mean :"
 "Say," as though sudden idea had occurred to him, can you calculate an ecipseT
 "l am not finished astronomer, yet believe that 1 can."
 I'll put on the finishing touches. That's all right" he added, as MT. Vine exhibited nervousness. "Now, regarding the eye as the sun. Can you calculate the time required in building an eclipse over it!'
 don't know what you mean"
 Hi show you" and advancing quickly Bill Brown struck Mir. Vine in the right eye, knocking him down, and, without allowing him moments time for recov- cry, sprang on him and belabored him until Mir Vine howled for mercy.
 No feeling, eh9 We'll see who has the feeling" and he pulled the Aaxen hair of the sophomore and bumped his head against the root of the tree. Now mosey," releasing him. Mir. Vine poised not on the ceremony of departure, but like the gentleman addressed by Lady McCinnis. departed at once.
 The good people of the neighborhood were much excited when they heard of the outrage. Every one said that Bill Brown ought to be ashamed of himself. "Mr. Vine is not fighter" said the Sunday school superintendent.
 "Doan' pear like he is, boss" replied an old negro. "When CT boy hops on CT man an whups him, it's nachul ter come ter de 'clusion dat de boy is much ~ i, -.~ ,,~ <@,, I> ;~ --u-k =, . L~.. UT, he, he"
 Bills uncle, with whom the graceless youth lived, was deeply grieved. "W;l- Ham," said he, don't know wha, is to become of you. You've got plenty of sense, and are wonderfully well read, as we all agree, but your sense and learning all seem to have gone the ", ,ng way" "Uncle, will relieve you all from further anxiety in regard to me, for have secured a position as devil in printing office, and will leave Arkansaw at once. This neighborhood is too good for me. The blood on the renowned bowie knife of the days of yore is hardly dry, but the community IS too moral @Well. Bill, l reckon it would suit you to be the devil in a printing office. To be a devil anywhere, I think, would come mighty nigh fitting your case" While Bill, with a small bundle over his shoulder, was walking toward the point where he was to meet the stage coach, he met Zelia Whitson and her little sister. "Where are you going ?" asked Zelia, stopping. "Tome erway," called the little girl |" He's CT 6cshus fought" remembering the superintendent's warning. @l am going to Se Louis to work in a