The Carlisle independent., 1908-12-17

their noses at him, and the town con stable was almost daily at war with him. It was impossible to keep win dow lights in certain houses because of Teddy's habit of shying rocks through them. He made life miser- able for the negroes by playing spook along dark lanes. and incurred the ill., will of the Methodists by stampeding a brace of fighting dogs into their church one night during prayer meet ing.
 The only thing living or dead that Teddy feared was his teacher. Prof" Davy Jobson didn't in many respects resemble man of war He was tall, but so thin that it made one nervous to look at him when the wind blew hard. His hands and face were leath- cry, and he had a square jaw The closed lips formed slit like an orna- ment made with a razor. He was about 50
 At IT Teddy was quite chunk of boy, and on one side of a pair of balances would have sent his teacher up in the air Teddy thought when the lean western pedagogue took charge of the village school that Prov idence was still favoring him. He had run the other teacher away, and he was a much bigger man than the sol emn Davy. That he would ignore the teachers first order was a matter of course, but he was bit startled when he was struck a resounding rap on the side of the head Teddy rose from his seat with a howl of rage and jumped for the thin man. But something made him stop. It was the professors fist. Teddy went to the floor and got up madder than ever The professor squared off and danced around for an opening. The lean face looked fierce and deep, and the deep eyes sparkled with the joy of battle. He wanted to make sure this time. Before Teddy knew he was within reach, the proIessor undercut him on the jaw, and then landed on his ear. They sounded like an ax hit . ting log. Then all was over but the shouting.
 From that time on Teddy's school department was 100 but outside the professors jurisdiction it was worse than ever. One day the constable caught him stealing from a merchant S money drawer. Teddy was sent to jail for six months, and came out with heart burning for revenge. He would brood for hours, trying to think up what was the bAakSabe done If he only were a ga a mighty army the matter coV settled easily. He would thS at the city's gates with his cannon and ter rify the constable and the judge and all those who had used hi1p despite fully. Then they would come outside the walls on their crawling Knees and beg him to spare their miserable lives. Some he might let off after a due penance on bread and water in the jail where he had suffered such bit ter humiliation. But the constable and the judge and the merchant Iwho had testified against him they should hang on the public square of Beaver Run, in the broad glare of day, where all could take warning from their misspent lives.
 And the girls who had laughed at his big feet, and turned up their nos9s at his freckled face, should be forced to witness his triumphal entry into the city at the head of his le- z gions, and when he and his gold braid ed officers sat in state at the ban quet tables in the city hall, those same mocking girls should serve them, on of +l refuse.
 As the future military chieftain ran over in his mind the things he would do on that great day he decided he would abolish churches, Sunday schools, A all other kinds of tor menting restrictions of liberty by off cial proclamation, carrying with it a death penalty for all who refused to , obey; there should be no more judges or constables, and everybody would be happy and free.
 After passing other wise and hu. mane laws he would call the populace around the gailows on which hung the loathsome forms of the constable and the judge and the merchant. and standing with folded arms proudly wearing his feathered hat, he would thus address them
 Citizens of Beaver Run: Behold the man you persecuted and drove from home; the man whose name you never mentioned without curse; a man so hated and despised that you crossed the street when you saw him coming. He returns to you to-day at the head of his grand army, a com. mander of men, trusted officer of the military, with enough power at his back to lay your city in ruins, and all you people in your graves, if he want ed. But does he do it? Does he ex act judgment for the years of bitter modification and humiliation you have caused him? No; your conqueror is generous. Save for the miserable blots on humanity now profaning the holy calm with their dead carcasses you all shall live But, remember, you owe your lives to the poor boy you thrust in Jail and then drove in dis grace from town That is all have