News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-06-07
JACK
HARkAWAY'S
SCHOOLDAYS
BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG
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| NApobb u h4iiN ilOlll TIC sNlOOl up LII
30 descend steep hill. Having nearl,
feached the bottom, his horse STUN
| bled, the trap turned over on its sid
md the principal was gracefully pitch
ed out on to the top of a quick Sc
hedge. His temper was not improved
by the numerous scratches he received
| in getting down from his uncomtorta
bic position.
In the imperfect light he saw stand
| ing before him two masked figures
Could they be highwaymen?
money or your life" cried a Sc
pulchral voice, and at the same mo-
ment what appeared to be pistol was
presented at his head.
Sinking to his knees in the muddy
road, Mr.. Crawcour. before whose aw-
| full nod his boys were wont to tremble,
said in quavering tones: Spare me,
good gentlemen; spare me, | am only
I. poor schQOlmaster. whose profits in
the education of youth are SMALL
may say they are entirely swallowed
up in pampering my pupils. Silver or
! old have but little. but that little
will freely give you, good, kind gentle
men. # you will let me depart in peace
and continue my way"
The money! demanded the fore
most highWayman.
Take it, kind sir" answered Mr.
Crawcour, emptying his pockets.
"That watch and chain!'
,rif fpCY nv fr,,ot Il
Bother your grandmother! Hand it
out"
The pistol cleaned again with it's pol
ished barrel in the uncertain light. and
Mr. Crawcour delivered up his watch.
"That ring" continued the masked
robber
"Is my signet."
Cork it outr'
The ring was handed to the highway
men.
Nov. one word more" said the high
wayman. "You say you are a school
master. Have you boy named Hark-
away under your care?"
Il have, sir"
Beware how you answer. Have you
not been to his parents to complain of
him, meanly telling tales behind his
back? No falsehood. He is my first
cousin"
Indeed, Mr. Highwayman, sir" an
swered the principal, astonished, 81
was not aware of that important fact
Treat him with the utmost kind
ness" continued the robber, "and in
three weeks time your watch. ring and
money shall be returned to you, but ut
ter cross word, frown upon him even,
and dread the vengeance Of Turpin the
Second. Dick, are you ready?"
Yes" replied the other masked vii
lain.
ITO horse, then, and let this misera-
Bile worm crawl home as best no mny"
Suddenly the sound of horses hOofs
was heard and the lights of carriage
appeared rapidly approaching. The
principal of Pomona House gained cour-
age. In the darkness his terror had
magnified his assailants into the size of
giants, but when he came to look at
them again they seemed understood.
Help, help!' he cried.
The trap stopped, and two men got
out.
"What is itY' asked one.
Thieves! Murder! Help! Help!
Thievesr' roared the principal.
He was engaged in deadly struggle
with the foremost robber, whom he had
desperately clutched. His accomplish
had made off through a gap in the
hedge.
Mr.. Crawcours strength was double
that of his antagonist, and he presently
dragged him down and laid him on his
back in the road.
Lights herev' he exclaimed.
The travellers detached one of the
lamps from the gig and carried it to
the scene of action.