The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-07

himself into the closet. which was pretty
nearly filled with kindlings broken desks
stools and other rubbish. Mr.. Hutchins
locked the door, and said triumphantly
Il will be obeyed in my own school
Ike meanwhile had gone back to his
seat where he sat with a malicious grin on
his loutish features. jim leaned over and
whispered to Jason. who nodded his head
Then he rose and said:
-Mr. Hutchins, like to be ruled by man
that knows how to rule. The teacher we
had before you made us boys mind and we
respected him. He didn't try to bullyrag
us at all; but you amt A. TO govern class
because you don't know how to act yourself
Now me and Jason were goin' to help
you to keep order if you'd gone about it
fair and square. We're no friends OF Ike,
if he did get the best OF you; but when you
shut up a little kid like Henry Martyr fer
whispering. ] don't want to belong to a
school that 8 run that way, and II you don I
let Hen out, me an Jason are goin' to
leave"
During this daring speech the school
masters face was study. He seemed TO
be aware that he had failed, and at one
point he looked as II he were going TO own
the game would have been as fatal as what
followed: but his pig-leadedness suddenly
rcnsser,ed itself. and when Jim sat down,
he said:
ming Of this school by any one. and RI
keep Master Martyr in that closet until
to morrow, IL l zee fit
"Oh all right" said Jim. Then me and
Jason will take q vacation. and we'll do
you the favor to send for Hens father"
James and Jason then walked out OF the
schoolhouse together
A spirit Of contrariness controlled Ike
for the rest Of the session. He did not care
to be on The same side Of the fence as his
two enc mics, and he gave Mr.. Hutchins
no more trouble.
1t was a sitting hot afternoon, and the
schoolmaster's conscience told him that
the small closet was no place for a delicate
chap like Martyr. but his mulishness would
not let him open the door, and claes after
boy remained III his suffocating prison
School was generally dismissed at 3
o'clock. and ten minutes of that hour Hiram
Martyr, Henrys father, strobe into he
school, He had been haying when Jim,
on his way home, told him 81 the punish
merIt that had bcen meted out TO his little
SON He had also been made acquainted
with the various incidents that had enlivcned
the session.
Hiram Martyn was tall, smooth-shaven
elderly man He was one OF the trustees
OF the school,. He walked up 20 Mr.. Hutch
mss desk and said:
4Wher's my son Henry?
81 had to shut him up in that closet for
disreepect
Had to shut him up, did yer? Henry
is IA little terror, / know, although it's taken
you to discover it. Now, iu'' s'pose you
let him out"
Mr. Hutchins replied with more dig
nity than he had get shown
I'm teacher here. Mr., MARVIN, and III
run the school as p!Hsc. Wien schools
over I'll L., Ernry "a; not BEFORE"
Martyr compressed j. lips and worked
his Rnarlcd hnn1,, n'rvously, He glanced
at the clock II wanted six minutes to 3.
Il don't know whether you know it or
not, but I'm Just alb put accustomed to have
my own way where my son Is concerned.
You let him our Of that closet before ! count
three or III ma I;c iindlin wood Of the door. "
For answer Hutchns sat down in his
seat and called cut. Third class in reading
stand up" They had already been through
with their lesson, and in reality the work
for the day was over. but the teacher wished
to show M. Msryn that h. was not afraid
OF his threat
"You hear me-! said Maryn, striding
toward the closet door. a man who would
shut up poor little tyke like Henry on a
scorching day like this amt At 10 teach
hogs how TO eat, Now. will you let him
out OF. shall break the door down? One,
two, three \