Durant weekly news. (Durant, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 190?-1944, 1905-05-12


your displeasurs, SIR"
Leave the room, CoInnson. 1 am
not to be dictated to by my own
pupils" s
Collinson went away.
snow. Mr.. Moie." said the principal,
I'VE will hobbie this boy. Hobble IL
the word, think, when applied to
horse whose leg Is hampered with
bar OF wood or iron"
Jack being told to do so. sat down
on a chair. and the chains were fixed
to his legs, being padlocked just above
the ankles.
They felt very heavy and uncomfort
able, and II was with difficulty that he
could drag one leg after another.
That is how we punish boys who run
away, Master Harkaway," sold Mr.
Crawcour
''rll do II again as soon as get the
chanccv' said Jack, speaking for the
Hrst time.
There! What did I tell your' cried
Mr.. Crawcour. Doesn't his Language
justify my apparent severityg
"It does. indeed. SIR" replied the, do
cile Mr.. Mole.
Take him away. Let him 30 among
his companions. I'll undertake to say
that he viii get very little sympathy
, from them"
Mr.. Mole took Jack by the shoulder
and pushed him forward in the dIrec.
tion OF the schoolroom. where the boys
were assembled for lessons. Jacks
face was burning with indignation,
shame and subdued rage to think that
he was treated like a felon OF the last
century and could not help himself. AS
he entered the room. with his chains
clanking about his heels. every one
looked up. He had not gone far before
murmurs were heard. Those presently
broke out into sounds OF audible dis.
content
"Shamel Shame = Internal shamel
Too bad! Dlsgracefu! Don't stand
III Take them offg'
These exclamations startled Mr.. Mole,
who raised his hand for silence. No
one paid any attention to him. Collin.
son and the boys in the sixth had been
cOnspirIng together Suddenly Collin
son took up ruler. Each boy had one
In his desk, and. as IL by a preconcerted
signal, seventy or more rulers rose In
the air and descended with a loud rap
on the desks. Rap. rap, rap, continued
on all sides. and the din was so great
that the masters could not hear them.
selves speak. The movement was so
general, too. that they could do nothing
whatever to stop 1t. Mr.. Mole gllded
out Of the room and sought Mr.. Craw.
cour.
Come at once to the schoolroom,
sir" cried Mr.. Mole. breathless with
excitement.
What's the matter?" inquired the
principal
'The school is In an uproar. All the
boys are in rebellion. Collinson is the
leader. and there is such din that dis
clpline is at an end"
I'm that case, dismiss them to the
playground, and send Collinson to
me-
But
DO as l tell you. IL were to go to
quell the riot and fail, all discipline
would be at an end. Don't you see."
said Mr.. Crawcour
Mr.. Mole shook his head, but went
away to obey his instructions. The
disturbance had become worse. The
boys were catcalling, shouting and
making most distracting noise. Never
had such a scene been known since
Pomona House was school. Mr..
Mole went up to the sixth.
"Colllnson," said he. restore silence
FOR few moments. beg Of YOU"
What for?" asked CollinsOn.
'"rhe boys are TO have half holiday,
and you are to go to Mr.. Crawcour.
II you have any grievance, he will con-
slider it and talk the matter over with
you. appeal to your good sense"
Boys" said Collinson, standing up,
'order! Silencev
The din ceased instantly.
"You have got half holiday. Run
away"
A loud hurrah arose, books were put
quickly away, and the boys rushed,
yelling, into the playground. Collinson
then held a short consultation with the
boys in his form, and went to Mr..
Crawcour.. He found him pacing the
room in an agitated manner.
"Do you want to destroy my schooI?''
cried the principal angrly.
'Do you, sir" replied Collinson quiet
ly
"Is II likely? The school is my pride
nay. more; my support-and 1 look
upon the boys under my care as my
children"
Mr.. Crawcour spoke with emotion.
Would you load one OF your own
children with chains like conylct?'
Colllnson asked
Certainly, IL he had offended me-
I'VE don't ike the idea. II will be
talked about, and we shall be chafred
in the town. Suppose DR.. Begbie's
boys got hold OF the story?"
"What is it you wantg' asked Mr.
Crawcour after pause.
Release Harkaway."
"What am I f0 do, with him7 He