News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-04-26
"some trick of re rascalIy boys" sug-

it wig?' said NJ Boliyant.
Mole, Mole my dear fellow, wake
up, dor' cried Mr.. Crawcour, shaking
| him.
The inanimate senior master did not
| move.
"They have drugged him." said Mr..
Pumpleton.
"They have killed him." chimed in
Mr.. Stonor.
Mr.. Crawcour put his ear to his
| mouth.
Nor he exclaimed. "He breathes'
Garry him in. 1t is some trick.
| do believe they have made him drunk
and tarred and feathered him." said
| Mr.. Pumpleton. This remark did cred
it to the second masters sagacity.
Mr.. Mole was carried in, but it was
too late to wash him, though Mr.. Sto-
nor suggested that he should be put
| into warm bath until the morning.
lie could not be said to have gone to
| sleep in his clothes, but he certainly
went to sleep in his feathers.
The outrage which had been perpe-
trated upon Mr.. Mole-for so the mas
tiers termed the trick which had been
played him-exasperated them beyond
all measure. In the morning the I'M
happy man presented lamentable as
pect. He could render no assistance to
his comrades, for he was obliged to sit
in warm bath and allow two strong
cOuntrymen, whom he had promised
half a sovereign apiece, to rub him
with soap and lard to get the tar and
feathers off his skin.
The others, however, were not idle
Mr.. Crawcour was determined to re-
gain possession of his schoolroom. TAX
ing Mr.. Pumpleton, Mr.. Stonor, NJ.
BOlivant and some of the keenest OF
the younger boys who were not locked
in, he went to the door of the school
and attacked it with hatchets, ham
mers, crowbars and other weapons.
Young Lord Mordenfield was one of
the foremost in the attack. The door
offered stubborn resistance. For more
than an hour was a shower of blows
rained upon it, and large pieces were
clipped out of it's panels. At last it
began to give way. Mr.. Crawcour and
the others pushed against it, and it
swung backward. A loud hurrah broke
forth from those outside. Mordentield
was one of the foremost in the attack,
and he did not see that a huge press,
which had been brought to the front
by the besieged, was swaying back
ward and forward.
take carev' cried Mr.. Crawcour,
springing back.
His example was followed by all but
Mor1enfield, who tried to rush into the
schOOlroom. The press fell heavily,
crushing the boy underneath it. He ut
tered a groan and then was still. Every
one was awestricken by this terrible
occurrence. The rebels hung back,
spee.hess with horror.
lend hand, all of you! This is
no time for quarreling"' exclaimed Mr..
Pumpleton. Lord Mordenfield is ly-
ing Under the press! He may be dy-
ingw
Differences were now forgotten, and
those who We're short time before so
eager to keep themselves in rushed out,
making great efforts to raise the press
which for some time defied their eXer-
tons. At length the young lord was eX-
tricated. He appeared lifeless, and the
blood which issued from his mouth,
nose and ears gave him a forbidding as
pect, which was increased by the
ghastIy whiteness of his face.
"Merciful heaven" cried Mr.. Craw-
cour. 81 fear he is dying! I would
have rather given a thousand pounds
than this should have happened Mis-
guided boys, see what your thought
lessness has resulted in!'
ColiDson, Stanfield and the other
leading boys of the school hung back
abashed Mordenfield was carried to
his bedroom, and doctor was sent for
posthaste. No one thought of continu-
ing the barring out. The unfortunate
accident which had occurred put an
end to all hostilities between masters
and boys.
Collinson gave up the key of the pad
lock, and Mr.. Mole's legs, which were
by this time dreadfully swollen, were
liberated.
The boys walked about the yard in
the playground conversing in whispers
When the doctor came, he carefully
examined the injured boy. Locking
gravely at Mr.. Crawcour, he said,
"Has he any friends living here
abouts%
ut is young Lord Mordenfield. His
mother lives at Willow Copse Hall,
which is about six miles from here"
replied he principal.
"Let her be sent for at onco."
A messenger was promptly Dispatch
ed on horseback.
81 do not wish to alarm you unneces-
sarily," continued the DOCTOR "but l
will not answer for the young gentle
mans life. He has received dreadful
injuries q an internal nature. OF course
all that human skill can do shall be
done"
"For Layen's sake, doctor, do your
bestl Ny school will be ruined should
this ACCIDENT have a fatal termination"
cried Mr. Crawcour in an agony of APP
prehensiG.
81 shaI exert myself to the utmost;
can sayno more"
After ding all that his experience
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