The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-09-14
Copyright. 1890. by Kirk Nuaroe.l
CHAPTER II. fContinued.l
A GALLANT sEscUE AND ITS UNJUST REwAgp.

save his "iii marse' from any severe in
Jury at the hands of his enraged cousin,
and to administer. with stout stick. the
thrashing that the young rascal so well de-
served.
In less than minute cowardly Cousin
Dick and his frightened followers were
scampering away towards the house,
where they proposed to lay their side of
the case promptly before their mother
Cynthia had gone after her beloved kitty,
and brave little prince Dusty" who had
flung himself into Uncle Pbin's arms, was
sobbing as though his heart would break.
Sob, Honey, sob. Don't You cry now"
murmured the old man in soothing tones.
"'Member dat while you is Dustin by
name. you's Dale by breedin', an comes
OF Dale stock-you's mos man now, q
young gen'lmin. an it won't nebber do fer
SIGH as you is to cry like lilly gal. Sob
now. Honey, son."
Neither OF them heard the quick, deter
mined step that approached them from be-
hind, and SO occupied was poor troubled
Uncle Phin in soothing and comforting his
charge, that it was an easy matter for Mrs.
Dustin to snatch the trembling boy from
his arms. Then she marched rapidly away,
without word, but dragging her victim
relentlessly after her.
Uncle Phin half started to his feet when
he first realized what was happening, but
sank back with groan, and murmured:
"De good Lawd hab mussy on His lamb. ("
Then he bowed his frosted head on his
knees and the hot tears trickled slowly be-
tween his black fingers.
While he thus sat helpless and despair
ing, poor Arthur was taken to the house
and there whipped until the apple-tree
switch broke and his Aunt Nancy IS strength
was exhausted. Then, telling the boy that
this was lesson for him to remember as
long as he lived she babe him go to tn
wood-shed, which was his sleeping-room.
and stay there until she should release hi M.
During this undeserved punishment not
. cry had escaped from the boy, nor had
tear found Its way to his eyes. He bit his
under lip and clutched his hands, but not
q sound did he utter. He remembered
what Uncle Phin had just told him. He
was almost q man now, and no man.
especially Dale, would cry for whipping.
So, though the little face was drawn and
white, and the boy trembled until he could
hardly stand. he held out to the end as
braveiy as ever q martyr under torture,
and when he was thrust into his cherries
shed he sat on the edge OF his rude bed
rigid and fearless. His mind was in q
furious whirl, but above all was the over
whelming sense of injustice and outrage.
Finally he sprang to his feet, crying:
II hate you'll hate you'll l hate you'll
and then, flinging himself on his bed,
he gave way TO asburst of passionate weep
ing.
"Ohl mammal he cried. "My own
mamma! Why don't you come for me
and take me away from this dreadful
place? l can't stay here any longerl In
deed can't, mammal Oh! come for me /;
do come! Please, mamma, come for me,
and take me to where you are!"
For nearly an hour the forlorn child
cried for the dear ones who had left him;
then his sobs gradually died away, and,
utterly exhausted. he fell into troubled
sleep.
In the meantime little Cynthia. who only
found her dear kitty after long search,
met her father coming home from his
work, and when he inquired what was the
matter with his daughter and who had
made her cry, she told him the truth of all
that bad happened, so far as she knew it
Mr.. Dustin had begun to suspect that Ar
thur was ill-treated by his cousins, and as
he listened TO Cynthia's story his face grew
very stern, and he said: This matter
must be looked into"