Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-07-08

IL anu tstll' tnOuSh sWeiilig WIN trlii-the
loctor took his seat, and with smart rap
IN his desk summoned the Grecians to their
abors
Noon was the hour for frisk in the play
ground
To escape his father, Cuthbert joined the
1oys, but had no heart to mngle in their
ports though invited by some of the elder
ads.
The English master, a cautious, reddish.
haired son Of the Borderland, but of speech
Intainted by Erse, unhaunted by Runic
germs, came to him with a trim politeness of
lir and extolled the sky
Sir" said the English master, clappinr
'ome book under his arm, "this is weather to
make boys fat with pleasure
Cuthbert smiled.
"When was lad l ran most nimbly when
he sun was hottest. 1t must please your
'ather's son, Mr.. Cuthbert, to see these bows
80 hearty and spirited"
No doubt he is pleased" rejoined Cuth.
BERT, listlessly
"You win observe, sir, that health is
anger condition in theeyes of parents thar
education"
'It should be So"
Cone should be a boy to lead boys, Mr.
Cuthbert'
Sometimes one gets tired of boys, though. {"
1t IS plain, Mr. Shaw, that you find this
business Of teaching boys irksome."
q need not deny it, replied Cuthbert. can
Idly, with glance round the playground.
"But-pray pardon my freedom-you are a
Younger man than l, of bright promise. Mr.
ohaw-forgive me-and ardent, as / may
.airly presume from your abilities. | some
sfTl1as fnIl
Toes not give scope to Your ambitions. and
lellyer you, with such opportunities as his
position warrants, to the world Won could
not fail to grace
"Ah, Mr.. Saunderson. there is much to
wonder at, replied Cuthbert, gently. "Time
squares everything, if we have patience for
Inc routine OF phases. There is the little
5aronet crying-who has been bullying himg'
with which excuse he left the English
master.
So the day wore away and the evening
,ame and when the boys had trooped to the
iormitories Cuthbert went to his room to
prepare his mind and person for the begin
lIng Of difficulty. He had no acquaint-
lnee with Mr. Strangiield, but knew him
well by sight, Of course, as Jenny's father,
and by hearsay as a mule of man in preiu-
lice, rancorous as a moslem in his manner Of
belief, and with those disdains Of blood prece-
ienee and Fictitious rights which filed the
pot-houses of the time with eloquence, and
gave strut to the low mans stride So. as
A tactician should who knows that big ends
are often compassed by small provisions
Cuthbert dressed himself in his soberest
apparel-a wellworn monkey jacket and
dark small clothes-resolved, at least, with
true world cunning, that the hard-eyed Bap-
tlst should find nothing foppish in his dress to
smell rankly to prepare prejudice.
Then, with his lips twitching to the
strength Of his silent arguments, our hero
went lightly down the staircase, and softly
passed his fathers study, and out by the
house door,
He had hoped to get away unseen; but 10!
IN front of the garden gate stood Mr..
Saunderson, smoking pipe and contemplate
lyely enjoying the strong evening breeze
The twilight was small and the moon red
iening behind the glowing foreland lamp.
Had Cuthbert chosen to walk on Mr..
Saunderson would not have recognized him:
but in his embarrass nent he must needs
stop and speak, whereat the master whipped
his pipe out Of his mouth and stared cere-
moniously
"a fresh evening, Mr.. Saunderson Pray
continue to smoke
1T is, 1 may truly say, my only indul-
gence, replied Mr. Saunderson, giving his
pipe loving shake "There is less chance of
my being observed here by the boys, than
were | TO light my pipe at the back Of the
house. You are going for a stroll, sirn
"Ay; one cannot do without exercise. =
And with a nod Cuthbcrt went on his way.
Mr.. Saunderson looked after him earnestly,
and when the young fellow had vanished in
the folding shadows, shook his head and be-
-ook himself 20 his pipe again, sucking
| strongly,
Mr. Strangdeld's house was long twenty
minutes walk from Grevstone school, step.
ping it briskly; but even if the dust, when the
curve was comprised, that drove full in bis
face had proved no hindrance to Cuthbert,
The Consciousness of his mission and the
thoughts that it bred twealing savagely al
his nerves, would account for the frequent
irag of his pace.
He had passed his trysting-place, and had
turned the elbow of the road which laid the
| town broad under his eye, when the sounds OF
| mems voices came up with the wind, and, in
A few moments, he perceived a crowd of per
sons approaching him. Tho moon, STOPPING
/ dear OF pillow shaped cloud threw out a
| .ull radiance, by which he saw that the crowd
was O company of sailors-some ten of them
II least-and that they walked in two gangs,
one on either side three men, who strobe
abreast with heads deiectedly hung and their
hands pinioned behind them
| "Deserters,' thought Cuthbert, stepping
aside
stand" shouted youthful voice, sin the
Sings namel Thompson, here is a toc-and-
Il -
md 40 more sweethearts to break our heads
With frying paus.
Tho word "Standip though very forcihl,
delivered, produced no effect on Cuthberi
who could scarcely credit, indeed, that
was meant for him; and he was passing o
when young man in a cloak stepped ]
| front of him.
Now, my bantam, turn about YOUR
wanted
DO you address mew exclaimed CuthbeI
so much amazed that he looked behind hin
half persuaded that there must be some on
there for whom the accost was intended.
You or the man in the moon, my hearty
whoever is the nearest"
"SuiTer me to pass you, sir"
Now, this is too bad, cried the young fe
low. in mock voice of consolation. 0atl
quid is fit for nothing but TO get lush on tic
with Stand, tell you Damn it, don
you understand kings EnglishH for Gut
bert was pushing past.
~Make way for me- You are oversteppin
your duty. or laboring under an error.
@Ay, ay, we always do that. Thompsol
give him a sheer to port. Wen argue Is Y
walk
a bushy-whiskered fellow approachC
Cuthbert, who sprang back a yard before Il
outstretched arm.
"Touch me At your pcril! he shouted.
'Come, come, take it coolly, man. All Il
argufcation in the world II do 10 good III
sarvice wants We, 50 give us your hand upc
itn With a bound the bushy-whiskered ma
grasped Cuthbert's arm.
The three pinioned men looked on with
duh interest; the sailors turned their tobac,
junks unconcernedly, glancing back at Il
town or up at the moon, muttering over 4
wet pull before them
Cuthbert had one Of those nervous system
which, in fury. make steel of the hand al
steam engines of the muscles His white fl
sped, like a snow fake on a rush Of win
! right into the bend Of the man Thompson
/ brow, and pigtail wriggled in tho dust. n
| a pair Of hONts tried ~ IN tho Yno1n