Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1895-10-10

rest, but rough and uncouth in his
manner. This man, Jack Wilders, was
Frank Grey's mainstay, or, as he him
self styled it, ''the professors right
bower"
Jack was by profession prospect
or" who had travelled in the service Of
the companies every acre of that wild
region in search of ore, and having in
vested his hard-won wages most advan-
tageously, now found himself at thirty
five years of age in an independent po-
sition.
Jack was no sybarite. He was hard
drinlzer and rough liver, but down in
the depths of his heart was refining
spot that leavened his whole nature
an intense love for his little bright
eyed wife and his curly-headed boy Of
five years. 1t was through an accident
that bcfell this latter idol of his affec-
! ton that, to use his own words, he
| Caught on to the schoolmaster
One day little Willie Wilders was at
tackled by big angry cur belonging to
Wixon, when Grey, who happened to
be passing, came to the rescue, and
saved the child from anything worse
little sufferer lay crying on his bed the
father, all tenderness, was his constant
nurse. He never left the child's couch,
save when, gun in hand, he went to
Wixon's house and shot the dog dead
on his masters doorstep.
From that day Wilders was Grey's
friend. That was how he came to be
vice-principal of the Oretown night
school.
Usually when the exercises were over
the men departed quietly, but this
night they remained in their seats, and
when Grey looked inquiringly, and old
greybeard rose and said.
'Mr. Grey an mates: Me and Tom
Bingham has got the sack, an for no
other reason than because we told
Capt. Wixon we warn't goin' to leave
off tending this here school, an we
wor agoin' to vote the republican or the
demycratic ticket, just as we set our
fancies, on EN-"
"There must be some mistake" GREY
said, rising hurriedly and speaking
nervously capt. Wixon cannot have
understood our efforts, and as for at
tempting to restrain in this free and
enlightened country the liberty of a
mans conscience, his political birth
right, his"
But roar of bantering laughter
stayed the speakers eloquence.
"Boys, listen to me-" 1t was Wilders
who spoke now. Eve been watching
the run of things for some time, and
I've come to the conclusion that we've
got to have change. 1t was bound to
come. They don't want no light of
education let into this region. They
don't want no brains. They want
strong arms an stout loins as will toll
on get money for them. They'll do all
the thinking for you. They appoint
their own township and county officers,
they own the newspapers, they send
one of themselves to congress, and If
some poor devil of minister, as some
times happens, dares to open his lips
against the system, he quickly finds his
supplies cut off. Now, what are you
going to do about it?"
Just at this moment knock came to
the door, and boy handed letter to
/ Grey, who, casting his eyes over it,
seemed for the moment lost in thought
MY friends" he said, after mo-
ment's reverie, 81 hold in my hand
here letter from the proprietor of this
building giving me notice to quit pos
session on Wednesday next, though our
agreement stipulated for three months
notice-and saying that, If he had
known we were going to teach COM
munism, he would never have let it to
u.s. What does it mean? If we have
taught communism, it has been from
the text books these very men have
placed in the hands of your little ones. I"
SIT means" roared the prospector, as
he smots with mighty hand the des,V