The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1903-07-01

lady members of the school were es-
pecially maddening.
Poor Hill stood at his blackboard
and fumed. Was it not enough that
this meddling Harris should be per-
petualIy in his way with the lovely
and wealthy-Miss Carry-May7 MOI
the fellow must print in his confound-
ed little paper things containing rep.
rehensible and-what was infinitely
worse-impolitic doctrines. Then he
had the impudence to proclaim these
things as prize essays" of the pupils
of Wauhatchie academy The pupils
know-and Miss Carry-May would
know of 1t, too. Harris would GER
tainly tell her IL nobody else did. 1t
was intolerable.
Hills wrath having cooked thus all
day, he set out as soon as school was
dismissed to find the editor once more.
This time he met him on the street.
Il want to speak to you, Mr.. Har-
ris," said Mr.. Hill, siding up awk-
wardly to the place where his enemy
stood.
Il am at your service, sir" said Mr..
Harris, looking bored, but be brief;
am in something OF hurry"
II want" said Mr.. Hill, without fur
ther ceremony, ito fight YOU"
II don't see the use of that" said
Mr. Harris.
"You must apologize" said Mr.. Hill.
Il certainly shall not" said Mr..
Harris.
Then I'm going to lick you right
now and here" said Mr.. Hill, flying
into a great rage and making wind
with his arms.
mot now or here" said Mr.. Har-
ris, coolly. 81 am no street brawler.
l am, as you are aware, a justice of
the peace, and do not propose to get
myself hauled before the mayor-even
to oblige you. / shall be more than
pleased to meet you at some more con-
venient season in some retired spot
outside the town limits. At present |
am going to supper" And Harris
turned on his heel, linked his arm in
that of q friend, who had been a curl
Gus observer of this scene, and strolled
slowly on down the village street. Hill.
left thus unceremoniously, stood and
stared-his mouth open-the picture
of helpless fury. Then he rushed af-
ter the editor, shouting q torrent of
speech, in all of which the word
fight" alone was articulate.
Harris turned.
81 told you," said he to Hill angri-
ly, that l was going to supper" and
he resumed his walk. This time Hill.
after standing like a lost man and
gazing after Harris for a moment,
swung round in his turn and strobe off
in the opposite direction. He walked
violently, singing his arms.
The worst of it was that when the
schoolmaster met Miss Carry-May the
young woman instead of answering
his grlns and compliments with smiles
as she had been used to do, was apt
now to turn her head and giggle, and
when the wretched Hill tried to eX-
plain she giggled more than ever. 1t
might be supposed from this that the
editor was in high favor. But in that
view he was evidently mistaken.
The editor came back from "up the
county" some time during the next
week, and called Immediately upon
Miss Carry-May. He was received
with frowns. Miss Carry-May told
him frankly that she could not respect
coward. Everybody knew, she said,
that he had declined to fight the
schoolmaster-afte he had run
away-and, well, she, for one, was sur
prised. The editor, who had it very
bad, was dumfounded at this view of
the matter, and hemmed and hawed
at a fearful rate. Miss Carry-May
took advantage of his confusion to
overwhelm him with reproaches.
Il never thought you would be
coward" she insisted, and was so
clearly distressed that the editor
sprang to his feet and declared he
would go after Hill at once and thrash
him within an inch of his life. Before
Miss Carry-May, now little frigh-
tened, could stop him he was gone
out into the night.
With all possible speed he made his
and rang the bell with a jangle that
alarmed the quiet household in which
Mr.. Hill was boarder. A little boy
one of Hills pupils-came to the
door, and, to the question put as to
Mr.. Hills whereabouts, replied with
very round eyes that the schoolmas-
ter had just left the house with no
more explanation than that he was
going "up the road a piece" The edi-
tor started. That was the phrase Hill
used to employ when he was going to
see a "ga"-and what girl could there
be but Miss Carry-May? His enemy
mua have passed him in the dark.
The editor left the boy still staring,
and retraced his steps hastily. AS he
came opposite Miss Carry-May's house
again, sure enough, he heard Hills
unmistakable nervous cackle within.
Miss Carry-May's voice was not audi
BILE.
The editor did not go in. Instead
he went to his room. In the morning