The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1903-01-10
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ICONTiNUED FROM LAST WEEK.

ICONTiNUED FROM LAST WEEK. /
When we rang down the screen in or
last chapter we had shut off glorious,
Scene. But see, we again upru up the
same picture under the same hroad-facrd
moon, and oh, the majesty and >ubimjty
Of that scene would set Il poet. or an
artist. r!ying mad.
Mr.. GraSon calmly took off his ~ultour,
and hung it on the hedge, after which
he laid off his hat.
"Nou had better take off that other
coat said Bull.
son no" said John, Il might take
cold"
"Thru," said the bully dancing around
our hero 'cut your capcr.
Cut away YOURSELF replied John.
And he did, but the Sugar-curcd ham
like fist was beautifully parrcd and did
not land. Then Il white hand shot out
like piston-rod, hiff it sounded and
something dropped, but it wasn't John.
Get up sam. get UP quick" yelled
one of Bulls comrades. "-Anothcr lk"
that and you'll be his"
Onr hero didn't attempt to disturb the
bully while he was down, and this was
Bull is on his feet again. and is fddling
around john for an opening. but there is
none for him. Pretty vi is listening. but
dare not turn her lovely head. for She is
on guard, Bin, biff, and Bull had gone
to earth again.
"My God Sam called the same one
from the crowd, come away, you have
no show there tonight, put it off until
another time
mo. no, Mr.. Grason, settle the matter
now for all time to come thus spakc
Pretty vi.
This time when John allowed the bully
to get to his feet, he dropped his head
and run into our hero, but John pig
yokcd him with his left arm. and then it
was that the beautiful tatto was per-
formed on the bully's face, which gave
Pretty vi the inspiration to write the
song of the Brick Meeting House bully
The tune of which every violinist in the
county of either Chester, Pa, of Cecil
Nd. can play on his fiddle. Although it
is seventy long years since.
Enough, enough" yelled Bull of the
woods. and our hero desisted, and I'M
yoked the greatest bully that was ever
known either in Cecil or Chester count
les, and his face rcscmbled rump beef
steak.
As soon as Pretty vi heard the dolor
Gus news from Bull, she backed away
from the crowd. but her little gun was
still claSpcd in her steady white hand,
and still pointed at the now astonishcd
followers of the great bully. Then
when she was ut Il safe distance, she
asked in voice as serene as the after
glow Of Il lovely sunset, 'is it settled
gentlemen, if it is, we will proceed to our
home, Mr.. Grason."
will you shake hands," asked our
hero extending his hand to the crStwhilc
indomitable bully.
"Ycs," said big Sam, 81 will shake
with Il brave good man like you, for you
had several advantages which you for
bore. and gave me every chance to re-
cover. And from now on you shall never
be moested by me or any Of mine
"Ilold," shouted the same man who
had before spoken, we all want to shake
the hand of the man who has fairly
whipped our bully. And they every one
came up and shook the hand that had
made the crstwhilc invinciblc bully sing
enough. And the news of the event
spread like wild-iirc. And no wonder,
for in the same night the handsome
young preacher had sprawcd the young
bully from the church door to the yard
without, as though he were puppy, and
on his way from church he had thumpcd
the Bull of the woods, until he thought
he saw millions Of twimklmg stars.
I'lt the next night. when John and
Pretty vi was nearing the little church,
they bchcd IA great crowd down by the
little cdihcc. and Vi the saucy jade,
said with II sweet little lccr which tossed
her glossy curls athwart her lovely pro
file, "ah they have come to catch a
vista Of our new champion"
And when they arrived at the place.
Mr. GraSon was compelled to elbow his
way through the mob, and pull Pretty
vi after him.
There he comes that's him. shouted
two or three all at once. Isn't he a
beauty, the Bulls bumped up against a
circumstance when they faced that june
bug don't you hear me-" And many
such remarks were heard to ripple
through the crowd as our hero led the
beautiful amazon on through the surg
ing mass of curious humanity. And soon
the old daddies of the Brick got their
heads together, saying to one another
this is the man for our school, they won't
carry him from the grove on Il tarrcd
rail. He can teach our school. And Il
delegation was sent to see Mr.. Grason,
and prevail on him to consent to take
the Grove School until spring.
Mr.. Grason being poor man, and the
salary offered was so tempting that he
finally consented to teach the bad boys
of old Brick Meeting House. And the
very next Monday was the day set for
the recovering of the Grove School with
the new teacher.
Monday morning dawned bright and
lovely, salubrious breeze was gently
playing with the leafless branches Of the
trees in the grove, when John Grason
walked in under the tall oaks surround