The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-07-08

Of vegetation when @ny lord" comes rustling
to the Judgment seat. With a short bow
for pomp is difficult to five foot SIX of stock
ing and tail, though swelling with frll-the
doctor took his seat, and with smart rap
on his desk summoned the Grecians to their
labors.
Noon was the hour for frisk in the play
ground.
To escape his father, Cuthbert Joined the
BOYS, but had no heart to mingle in their
sports, though invited by some of the elder
lads.
The English master, cautions, reddish
haired son Of the Borderland, but Of speech
untainted by Erse, unhaunted by Runic
germs, came to him with trim politeness OF
air and extolled the sky.
"Sir," said the English master, clapping
some book under his arm, "this is weather to
make boys fat with pleasure"
Cuthbert smiled
"When was lad ran most nimbly when
the sun was hottest. It must please your
fathers son, Mr. Cuthbert, to see these boys
so hearty and spirited"
'No doubt he is pleased" rejoined Cuth-
bert, istlessly.
"You will observe, sir, that health is n
larger condition in the eyes Of parents than
education"
ut should be so"
zone should be boy to lead boys, Mr..
Cuthbert."
"Sometimes one gets tired Of boys, though"
ut is plain, Mr.. Shaw, that you find this
business of teaching boys irRsome."
u need not deny it" replica Cuthbert, can
didly, with glance round the playground.
aBut-pray pardon my freedom-you are a
younger man than I, OF bright promise, Mr..
Shaw-5orgive me-and ardent, rs I may
fairly presume from your abilities. some
times respectfully wcnder that your father
does not give scope to your ambitions, and
deliver you, with such opportunities as hi<
position warrants, to thu world you could
not fail to grace"
"Ah, Mr.. Saunderson. there is much to
wonder at" replied Cuthbert. gently. "Tim'
squares everything, If we have patience 'o-
The routine of phases. There is the litrl'
baronet crying-who has been bullying him!
with which excuse be left the Enali-h
master.
So the day wore away and the evening
came end when the boys had troopcd to the
dormitories Cuthbert went to his room to-
prepare his mind and person for the begin
ming of difficulty. He had no acquaint
ance with Mr.. Strangield, but knew him.
well by sight, Of course, as Jenny'S father.
and by hearsay as mule of a man in preju
dice, rancorous as moslem in his manner OF
belief, and with those disdains Of blood prece-
dence and factitious rights which filed th'
pot-houses of tho time with eloquence, and
gave strut to the low mans stride. So, as
tacticinn should who knows that big end$
are often con,passed by small provisions
CutNbert dressed himself in his soberet
apparel-a well-worn monkey jacket AMI
dark small clothes-resolved, at least, with
true world cunning, that tho hard-eyed Bap-
tist 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 lo!
in front of the garden gate stood Mr..
Saunderson, smoking pipe and contemplate
lively enjoying the strong evening breeze.
The twilight was small and the moon red
dening behind the glowing foreland lamp
Had Cuthbert chosen to walk on Mr..
Saunderson would not have recognized him.
but in his embarrassment 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"
"It is, I 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 stroll, sir.
GAY: one cannot do without exercise. |"
And with a nod Cuthbert 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-
took himself to his pipe again, sucking
strongly.
Mr.. Strangfeld's house was long twenty
minutes walk from Greystone school, step
ping it briskly; but even if the dust, when the
curve was compassed, that drove full in his
face had proved no hlndrance TO Cuthbert,
tho obnoxiousness Of his mission, and the
thoughts that it bred tweaking savagely at
his nerves, would account for the frequent
drag 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. The moon STOPPING
clear of pillow-shaped cloud, threw out
full radiance, by which no saw that the crowd
was & company Of saiiors-some ten of them
at least-and that they walked in two gangs,
one on either side three men, who strobe
abreast with heads dejectedly hung and thair
hands pinioned behind them.
"Deserters," thought Cuthbert, stepping
aside.
'Stnnd! shouted a youthful voice, lin the
kings name! Thompson, here is toe-and-
hecle,. for US He'll make tho complement,
and no more swoethearts to bre.k our heads
with frying pans"
Tho word sStandIn though very forcibly
I'livered, produced no effect on Cuthbert,
wno could scarcely credit, indeed, that it
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