Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-07-23

amid savage cries Of encouragement
Willie Dalzel, for instance, almost
howled his head off. Very timid boys
on the outskirts of the throng felt their
hearts leap to their throats. 1t was a
time when certain natures were I'M
pressed that only man Is vile.
But it appeared that bear cub rush.
ing was no part Of the instruction re-
ceIved by boys in Jersey City. Boys
in Jersey City were apparently school.
ed curiously. Upon the onslaught OF
Jimmie the stranger had gone wild
with rage-boylike. Some spark had
touched his fighting blood, and in a
moment he was u cornered, desperate
| fire eyed little man. He began to swing
his arms. to revolve them so swiftly
that one might have considered him a
small working model Of an extra fine
patented windmill which was caught
in gale. For moment this defense
surprised Jimmie more than 1t dam
aged him, but two moments later q
small knotty fist caught him squarely
in the eye, and with shrek he went
down in defeat. He lay Oh the ground
80 stunned that he could not even cry,
but if lie had been able to cry he
would have cried over his prestige-or
something-not over his eye.
| There was dreadful tumult. The
BOYS cast glances Of amaZement and
terror upon the victor and thronged
upon the beaten Jimmie Trescott. II
was moment Of excitement so In.
tense that one cannot say what hap,
pened Never before had Whilomville
seen such Il thing-not the little tots
They were aghast. dumfounded. and
they glanced often over their shoulders
at the now boy. who stood alone. his
clinc!ed fists ut his side. his face Grim
sou, his lips still working with the
fury of battle.
But there was another surprise for
Whilomv lie. 1t might have been seen
that the little victor was silently de-
batting against an impulse.
But the impulse won, for the lone
lad from Jersey City suddenly wheel
ed, sprang like demon and struck an
other boy.
A curtain should be drawn before
this deed. A knowledge Of 1t Is really
too much for the heart to bear. The
other boy was Willie Dalzel. The lone
lad from Jersey City had smltten him
full sore.
There Is little to say of 1t. 1t must
have been that feeling worked grad
ually to the top of the little strangers
wrath that Jimmie Trescott had been
q mere tool, that the front and center
| Of his prosecutors had been Willie Dal
eel, and. being rendered temporarily
lawless by his fighting blood, he raised
his hand and smote for revenge.
Willie Dalzel had been In the middle
Of a vandal's cry, which screeched out
over the voices OF everybody. The
new boys fist cut 1t In half. so to say
And then arose the howl of an amazed
and terrorized walrus.
One wishes to draw q second curtain
Without discussion or inquiry or brief
retort Willie DalZel ran away. he
ran like hare straight for home, this
redOubtable chieftain. Following him
at heavy and slow pace ran the Inn
passloned new boy. The scene was
long remembered.
Willie Dalzel was no coward; he had
been panic stricken into running away
from a new thing. He ran as a man
might run from the sudden appearance
Of vampire or ghOul or gorilla,
This was no time for academics-he
ran.
Jimmie slowly gathered himself and
came to his feet "Where's Willie?'
said he, first OF all. The crowd snig
gered. Where's Wlllie:" said Jim,
mie again.
"Why, he licked him tOO! answered
u boy suddenly.
HE did," said Jimmie. He sat
weakly down on the roadway. HE
did?" After allowing u moment for
the fact to sink into him, he looked up
at the crowd with his one good eye
and his one bunged eye and smiled
cheerfully.