Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-02-22

scampered out to the cloisters, rhe moment
he could steal away from the paterpRf
surplice, drawing his brother with hirA-
Charley" quoth he, "it's come on to
pour cats and dogs, ard 1 promised Dy~
nevor to go out with him after coIleRL
You go in, and bring me my top cosk"
"Oh, Cyras, don't send mel LAT ma
stop and listen to the organ"
you stupid little monkey! Come, BE-
off; or else you know what you'll get. I'll
allow you three minutes"
Master Baumgarten took out his watch
an appendage OF which he was excessive
ly proud-as he spoke; and CharleH
knowing there was no appeal against HE
imperious brother, laid hold Of the prayes
book, and few off through the covered
passages which led into the deanerY from
the cloisters.
Cyras amused himself with kissing and
splitting at an unhappy cat, which had By
some mischance got into the cloister
graveyard; and, just before the time was
up, back came the child, all GREATNESS,
the coat over his arm.
Cyras snatched it from him, thrust an
arm into one of It's sleeves, and was at
tempting to thrust the other, when he dis
covered that it did not belong to him
Charley had by mistake brought his own.
and Cyras could not, by any dint of push
ing, get into 1t. His temper rose ne
struck the child a smart rap on the cheek,
and then began to buffet him with the
unlucky coat. But he took care not to
hurt him. 1t was all show.
You careless little beggar! What the
bother did you bring yours for? Haven't
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Now, II"
Halo what's up2 What's he been at
now, Cy?"
The speaker was Frank Dynevor, CyraS
Baumgarten's especial chum when he was
at Denham. He was considerably older
than Cyras, but the latter was a forward
boy of his years, and would not acknowl.
edge a companion in one of his own age,
II sent him in for my coat, and he
must bring his" explained CyTas. -
tanning would do him good"
"Of course it would" said Frank by.
nevOr. What's he crying for?"
For his SINS" said Cyras
The tears stood in Charles eyrs moth
ing grieved him so much as for Cyras to
be angry with him.
He cries for nothing" went on Cyras
and then they get him into the nursery
and give him sugar candy. MaInma and
old Jaquet make a regular molly of him.
Now, Master Charles, perhaps you'll 90
and get the right coat It's his fault
that l kept you waiting. Dynevor."
/ am not going" said Dynev ,r. "The)
began row at home about my running
out In the rain, so it's G .opp,d, and ]
came to tell you. Here, Cy, come dJwI.
this way"
The two boys Dynevor's arm careless
ly cast on the shoulder of Cyras.
strolled off together along the cloisters
toward the obscure exit which led to the
Dark Alley, Cyras having tossed the coat
on to Charleg's head, nearly throwing him
of his legs. Charley disencumbered him
self, and espying some of the college boys
with whom he kept up passing acuuaint
ance when at Denham, he Joined them
They were emerging nOisily from ths
school room, after taking of their sur
plices; music had no charms for them.
30 they had not remained amidst the list
eners in the cathedral.
Now, there was a charity school in
DenhRm for the sons of small parents.
where plain learning was taught. 1t was
large school, its numbers averaging
four or five times those of the founda,
ton school in the cathedral; and from
time immemorial the gentlemen on the
college ndatiOn called the Kings schol-
ars, and the boys Of the charity school
had been at daggers drawn. The slight
pastimes OF hard abuse and stone throw
ing were INDUCED in, whenever the oppo-
sition parties came into contact Ami
mostly at the present time ran unusually
high, and, in consequence Of some offense
offered by the naughty college boys in the
past week, the opposition boys had ven
tured on the unheard-of exploit of col
Letting in a body round the cloister gate
to waylay the Kings scholars on their
leaving the cathedral at the close of at
ternoon service. The latter walked into
the trap and were caught; but they did
not want for pluck" and began laying
about them right and left.
The noise penetrated to the other end
Of the cloister, to the ears Of the two lads
parading there, and away they tore, eager
to take part in any mischief that might
have turned up. Inc first thing Cyras
saw was his brother Charles struggling
in the hands of some half dozen of the
enemy, and being roughly handled.
All the hot blood Of Cyras Baumgar-
tens body rushed to his face and his
temper; If he chose to put upon Charley
and tan" him, he was not going to see
others do it. He flung of his jacket and
his cap, threw them to Dynevor, and
with his sturdy young fists doubled,
sprang upon the assailants.
What would have been the upshot, it
IS impossible to say, had not the master
of the opposition boys come up; worthy
gentleman and martinez, whom the whole
lot dreaded more than anything alive. The
very moment his portly figure was caught
sight of of few the crew in ignominious
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