VOLUME V.
ALBANY, OREGON. DECEMBER 6, 1872.
NO. 14.
'ihc kcSiuojHinster of ICnMlnn Bur.
i "When Is lie expected ?"
"They said he was coming in to
li'tgllt's stage."
"He taught in 'Frisco, didn't he?"
"Yes ; I guess he was in the de
partment." The doctor's wife was an authority
on all matters in Russian Bar. find on
this last, sensation the coming oi a
schoolmaster she freely enlightened
her neighbor, Mrs. Bi'nnt. a plump
widow, whose miner huslmnd had died
a few months before. There was not
much to gossip about in (ltat quiet
little village. The arrival and depart
ure of the stage brought tne people to !
their doors three funis a week, and it
a stranger was noticed, envoys were
immediately dispatched to the hotel to
learn his name and business, and tlie
probable length of hU stay.
But now Biilan Bar was to have a
new schoolmaster, and I he folks won
dered much it he would have any
trouble with Sam Seymour, the butch
er's boy. or Ike Walks r. an uiniilv
spirit, 'who had knocked down and
pommeled the last preceptor who un
dertook to teach him school discipline.
Tim trustees were powerless in these
matters, and declared that if a school
master was not able to "get away'1
with the boys in a square, stand-up
light, lie might as well pick up hi
traps and leave Hinian Bar,
On the very evening of the e-;ecfpd
arrival, Seymore and Walker, the
leading spirits of tlie mutinous school
hots met at a pool, from which both
were endeavoring to coax a few speck
led trout for supper.
Have you hear what the new chap
i like, Sani?' said Ike,' as he impaled
a w rigging worm on his hook.
"No ; have you ?"
'leather told Jake, the barkeeper,
that lie wasvervyoui.g."
"And small?''
"Yes."
"(itiess he won't stav Jong in town.
Ike."
"1 guess not Sam. School ain't
good tor us such flue weatiieras this."
Tlie worthies sat and fished in si
lence tor some time, and then Ike pro
duced a bunch of clgaretts and passed
them to his friend. At la-4 finding
that the li-li would not bite, they
shouldered their jioles and straggled
up toward tlie village, pausing for a
moment to stone a Chinaman's rooster
which had straved too far from the
protecting wash-house.
Philip Houghton was a schoolmas
ter from necessity, and not taste. Like
many who have lieeii educated as gen
t eman, in one sense of the word that
i-without the acquaintance with any
special pursuit that might lie turned to
good account in the strugg'e for bread
-lie found himself adrift in California
with nothing to tall back on. Seeing
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.ill i vr im lit i. lii iv in,, m n mi a
competent teacher to take charge of a
M;hool at Russian Bar, he answered it
and was accepted at a venture.
Putting his few movables together
a tair of old foils and a set. of Well
worn boxing gloves for Houghton
was itu accomplished hojtef and fencer
he bought Ins ticket for Russian Bar.
He found the -tage driver a commu
nicative, pleasant fellow, who, at his
ropiest, described the characteristics
of his future home. Indeed, his des
criptlon ol the class of boys whom
Houghton was to take charge of was
not very encouraging
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he. "and
find them a hard lot." said t
they are all on the muscle,
too."
"What is about the weight of my
oldest r" asked Houghton, good liu
uioredly. "You mm If I have got to
exercise something more than moral
MUuthm. I want to get posted on the
physique of my men."
"Well. Ike Seymour is about the
strongest."
"Aiiu wnai is tne size oi uie recioito-,
table Ike?"
"'Veil, I g less he tops you by hall a '
i.ead."
Uii. 1 expect we'll ge! along well i
enough together. " sahl Houghton.;
and I Mv'pov this Is the first gliiilp'c
oi'Ku-s'no liar." he added, as a turn ;
i.i the road brought them hiA'icwof;
(hat picturesque village.
.'he stage bowled along the smooth j
1. 1 id. and past the greai white oak,
u.ider whose friemfiy branches the
team tors were mvustounsl to make
their noontime halt.
-I'll set you down at the hotel,"
said the driver. "There's Perkins. I
tin- proprietor; thatf.it man smoking j
the stoop."
llaugliton coutesseii to luiiiseit mar
the prosutwt before him was anything
but a WHiisesslng oiie. He was not
oi'u very comliative nature, though he
liked a little danger for thn excite-
incut but a came of fisticuffs with a
dirty, omtinooib.iv had iifllther irlorv
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nor lionor lor a man tli.it liad lieen One
uf the hardest hitters in his college,
The folks were all at their doors
when the stage clattered up the single
street, and the slender, good-looking
young man by tlie driver was measur
ed and canvassed liefore that individ
ual liad passed the mail to the doctor,
who, with his medical avocations, also
found time to "run" the post office.
The doctor's wife was at Iter win
dow, and after a long survey of the
schoolmaster, hastened to communi
cate her opinions to Mrs. Blunt.
Meanwhile, Houghton washed off the
red dust of the road, and took his seat
at the supper-table. The driver had
Introduced him to about a dozen of the
leading citizens during the few min
utes that, intervened between their ar
rival and the evening meal.
"Ho-v do you like our town, Mr.
Houghton?" asked the landlord, gra
ciously, as he helped bis guest to a
cut. of steak.
"Well, it seems a pretty place."
"When you get acquainted you'll
find yourself pleasantly situated ; but
you'll have a hard time" with I he boys."
-S: tliey all tell me."
"Anyhow. I am not unprepared,"
said Mr. Houghton, cheesfullv.
After supper the landlord remarked
! confidentially to the doctor, "that the
young man has grit in him. and he
thought he'd lie able to 'make the
i iffle' with the boys."
When Houghton aro-e next morn
ing, and opened his window to the
fresh breeze, odorous with the perfume
of the climbing hnney-.-uokle. lie felt
flint, after all, a residence in a remote
village, even with a parcel of rough
boys to take care of. was preferable to
the dnty, unfamiliar streets of San
Francisco. He smiled as he untacked
his foiU and .boxing gloves, a little
sadly, too, for they were linked with
many pleasing associations ol his un
dergraduate days.
Well. " he soliloquized as lie
straightened hi arm and looked at the
finer? developed muscles. "I ought to
lie able to hold my own in a stand-up
light with these tnihlosome rmrdte of
mine. This is my day of trial, how
ever, and Wore noon we shall proba
blv have had our kittle out."
The school-house, a raw, unfinished
looking frame ImUdlng. tood hard by
the river at about a half mile from
town. .-When Houghton opened tlie
rickety wqodeu gate that led into the
school lot, lie found a group of some
twenty boys already assembled.
Among them were Sum Seymour
and Ike Walker. The hitter's sister,
a pretty girl of sixteen, was leaning
against the fence with half-a-dozen of
her friends, for the Russian Bar school
house was arranged for the accommo
dation of both sexes.
Houghton handed the key to the
nearest hoy and asked him to open the
door. With a look at the others, and
haifgriii on his face, he olieyed.
" rnv lmvu mimtar in '
Now boys, muster
said
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Houghton, to the hoys.
They all passed in Seymour and
Walker last. Tlie latter took a good
look at he school master n lie went
by. When they were seated, Hough
ton stood n his desk and laid a heavy
ruler on the books before him.
"Now. Ixivs," he said. "I hope we
shall get along pleasantly together.
Yon treat me fairly and yort shall have
no reason to complain. I promise you.
Silence and obedience i what I require,
and a strict attention to the matter of
our instinct ion.
Giving them a portion of the gram-
mar to prepare for recitation, he
walked quietly tip and down the room,
occasionally standing at the windows.
hut appearing to keep no surveillance
on the Ikivs.
Suddenly the crack of a match was
heard, fallowed bv a general titter.
Hongliton fumed quietly from the
window, and V,v the blue smoke from
a eigarettqj arising trom where Sey
mour sat.
"What h your name, boy?" he
asked In astern tone.
"My name is Sevmour." replied the
mutineer. Insolently.
"And are you smoking?"
"I guess so."
"Leave the room !"
"I guess not."
i There was a dead silence in the
schoolroom now. and Houghton felt
the hour of trial a. at hand.
"Sevmour." he said again, quietly.
-Whit?"
"Come here."
Seymour, putting his hands hi his
lo kets. sauntered from his desk, stood
within a yard of Hie schoolmaster, and
looked sneering!)' in his faee.
"Leave the room," said Houghton,
again In a low voice.
"No."
The Utile arm straightened like a
flash of lightning, ami the rebel meas
ured his length on the floor, white Hie
blood gushed tfomhH nostrils. In a
moment He sprang to nl feet and
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but went down again like a reed betore
the well-aimed Mow. The, second
time he fell Houghton stoofed down
and lifting him as If he hfl been a
child, fairly flung him outside the door.
Seymour, contused and amazed, stag
gered down to the brook to wash his
face and reflect on the wonderful force
that slight arm. And Houghton,
turning to the school without a word of
comment on the scene, commenced the
recitations. Walker was mum. Sey
mour's fate had appalled him, anil in
fact, the entire mutinous spirit of the
schollarsof Bnsslan Bar was in a fair
way of being totally subdued.
When the trustees heard of the af
fair, they unanimously commended
the schoolmaster's pluck.
"I tell you what, boys," said Per
kins to a crowd who were earnestly
engaged at a game of old, sledge in his
bar-room, "that Hongliton knows a
thing or two about managing boys.
He'll fix 'em off, or ray name is not
Perkins."
Houghton was hospitably treated by
the folks of Uussian Bar. They felt
him to be a man of refinement, brought
down in tlie world, but showing no
offensive superiority in his Intercourse
with them. The "doctor's wife pro
nounced him to lie the best New York
er she had ever met, ami the gossips
insinuated that Mrs. Blunt, the widow,
was setting her cap for him.
Gipsy Lane, tlie dauglitefof a lead
ing mini hi Russian Bar. and made
wealthy by a saw mill, which nil day
long groaned and screamed some dis
tance down the Hver ; did not express
her opinion as to Houghton's merits,
but in tlie Slimmer evenings, when the
schoolmaster, rod in lirtnd wandered
along the stream, and threw his line
across the mill-dam, Gipsy was seldom
far away.
Lane, a bluff, hearty old fellow,
frequently asked Houghton to spend
tlie evening with him, and told his
adventures in early California to a
patient listener, while. Gipsy dutifully
mended her father's socks on the ve
randa. Mrs. Lane, wlien Giftsy was but a
baby, was laid to rest in Lorn Moun
tain, long before Lane ewtfioughtof
settling atRu'sinn Bar. ' Seymour and
Walker were the nest 4T most indus
trious pupils the young master had,
and were happy wlien accompanying
him on his fishing exeursjons. In
fact, all agreed in declaring that the
educational department in the village
was a thriving success.
One pleasant evening in June, Gip
sy Lane, twirling lier straw hat.
thoughtfully picked lieraway across
the broad fields that lay between her
house and tlie mill. Tlie stream w as
a winding one, and as she placed her
tiny foot on Hie first stepping stone,
she raw a straw hat on the grass
which she knew well.
"How is Miss Lane this evening?"
said Houghton, lazily, trom beneath a
Mazanita bush, where he had been en
joying a book and pipe.
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Houghton ?" replied .Gipsy, shyly.
"tvarm but not uncomfortable. Are
von going to the mill ?"
"Yes. 1 Iwve a letter that has just
come for father."
"May 1 accompany yon ."
"Certainly, if yon choose."
Houghton put on Ms hat and helped
Gipsy aeross tlie brook.
"I had a letter from New York a
few days ago," said he. after flaw had
left the first heiid of the river behind.
"A pleasant one ?"
"Well, although in one sense it
brought good news, still l can liardly
call it a pleasant letter."
Tbey walked on, and Glpw swung
hei hat pensively, longing, with a
woman's curiosity, to hear more about
tlie New York tetter.
"I am going to leave Russian Bar."
said Houghton, abruptly.
"Indeed: How soon?
"I do not know yet, possibly in a
week."
Tlie hat was swayed from side to
side with increased energy.
"Do you care much. Miss Lane?"
This with an earnest look into tlie
hazel eyes that were kept steadily bent
on tlie brown, parched grass heueadi
her teet.
"Yea. of ciairse. we dull all wry
to have you go away." returned Gi
sy, in an evasive maimer.
"tf I come lck In a Tew months
with something for my future wife,
shall! see this ring on her linger?"
whispered Houghton, capturing the
little hand that held the hat, and lh
ping ajiearl ring on the delicately
shaiied Anger,
Gipsy siihl nothing: Uit her eyes
turned for a moment on tlie school
master' earnest lave, and iu tin? next
iter soft clieek was re-ting on his
slioulder.
Rtig&hth Bar to a man, turned out to
wish i louirhton (KkI mieed. on tlie
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ver, who one year before had set Mm
down at Perkins' hotel. They knew
he was on his way to New York, and
that he had been left some money, and
the gossips more than stnpeeted that
there was something between Gipsy
Lane and their favorite. Atall events
her eyes were red for a week after his
denarture.
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swollen and rapid, and many a lofty
tree from the pine foren had round
its way to the hearths at Russian Bar.
One delicious morning. crPp and cold,
after a night's rain, tlie stage passed
by tlie large white oak and, splashed
with mud. baited before Perkins" Ho
tel. It had been all night. on the way,
for the roads were very heavy.
The worthy proprietor of that ex
cellent house was in the act of tossing
his first cocktail, when a hearty hand
was laid on his shoulder, and Pliilip
Houghton shouted :
"Perkins, old boy. how are you?"
The landlord returned the 'shake
hinds, dived behind the bar, and had
a second cocktail mixed iu a moment, i
"And now," said he. as he pledged
the ex-school master, "when will tlie
wedding take place?"
Six weeks afterward the old mill
was hung with evergn-eu wreaths, and
a grand festival was held at Russian
Bar. Gipsy Lane was a lovely bride,
and when Houghton took charge of
the mill and invested all his New' York
money in the village, and was admit
ted to practice iu the courts every
thing seemed to take a fresh start.
Through alt. his warmest and most
devoted friend was Sam Seymour,
once the terror of Russian Bar school
masters, and now tlie holder of that
Important position.
The kind of iui.ii Hint won wanted.
A flrst-rato story is told of a verv
prominent man, who lived in Detroit
forty years ago, and who at that time
owned more steamboat stock than any
other man iu the Western country,
besides other wealth to a large amount.
Like many of the pioneers w ho ac
quired great riches, he was very ignor
ant in ail that books taught, but. his
learning was wore like wisdom, and
in common with many who have lived
and passed away, but left their mark
behind I hem, lie knew what tree would
make shingles by looking at it.
He had, at tlie time of our story.
ju4 completed a .splendid new ware
house at Buffalo, and wanting a suita
ble clerk to take charge of it. he ad
vertised for one in the papers. The
next morning early a candidate for
tlie jiositiou presented himself, a rath
er too flashy young man in appear
ance, but tlie following conversation
occurred :
"Young man, wiieu you make a
mistake in any ol your books, how do
you do to correct it ?"
The young man explained, iu a very
profuse manner how lie should pro
ceed to make it all right.
"A good wav no doubt to do it."
replied tlie old gentleman, "but t
slant want you."
Very soon another aspirant put iu
an appearauce. A similar question
w is asked him, and iu a long and elo
quent roauuei he pointed out the rem
edy In all such cases.
All the reply was : "Young man, I
sliaut want you."
Some three or four others dropped
in during the day, and to each one the
same question was put, and they ail
had some smart way of covering up
errors iu their books.
Tlie old gentleman was entirely ig
norant himself of tlie art of book-keeping,
but he had w isdom in all things,
which is more than a match lor team
ing. in 4 at the close of the dav a plain
ly dressed man, with a bright eye and
a brisk step called for the situation.
"Take a seat, sir." said the old gen
tleman. "I want to ask you just one
question. When you make a tale en
try ou your books, how uo you go to
work to correct it ?"
Turning upon his questioner a cold,
sharp look the young man replied:
rfoaV nuik:! t!it.4 Unit uf tabtukat.
air."
"Ah! my dear -ir, you are just the
man i have been listing for all day,"
ami In a few minutes after, tin- man
who corrected his blunders by not
making them, vas installed in the of-!
flee.
Kpl-zo-ot-icdilp-por-hi-noNrhc a-feb-1
re-pH)4rm-chi-ii-tls-pho-by, Is badly !
epidemic among ex-Greeley editors!
now. It is very low in its symptoms, j
being speechless iu Its incoherent gab-1
Mings,
Asthjcatmj N osasi: BabbHngi :
about Jeflersouiaii principles by Dent,
oerat. j
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Kxiutmue-iJeuMmtte gas.
A Mother' Bay.
"Is there a vacant place in this bank
which 1 could All ?" was the Inquiry
of a boy, with glowing cheeks, as he
stbod before the manager.
"There Is uone," was the reply.
"Were you told you could obtain a
situation here? Who recommended
you?"
"No one recommended me, sir,"
calmly answered the toy. "1 only
thought I would see."
There was a straight-forwardness In
the manner, an honest determination
in the countenance of the lad, whlch
pleased the man of business, and in
duced him to continue tlie conversa
tion. He said, "You iwwtWwtViends
who could aid ywHii obtaining a sit
uatioM,: have you told them ?"
Tile quick flash of the deep-blue eyes
was quenched in the overtaking wave
of .sadness, as he said, though half
musingly : "My mother said it would
be useless to try without friends, "then
recollecting Minself. he apologized for
the interruption, and Was about to .
withdraw,, when the gentleman detain
ed him by asking him why he did not
remain at school a year or two, and
then enter the business world.
"1 have no time," was tlie reply.
"1 study at home ami keep Up with
tlie other boys."
"Theu you have a place already."
said the interrogator. "Why did you
leave if?" "I have not left It," an
swered the boy, quietly.
"But you wish to leave; what is the
matter?"
For an instant the child hesitated;
then he replied, with iialf-reluetant
frankness; "I mint do more for my
mother,!"
Brave words ! Talisman uf success
anywhere, everywhere. Tliey sank
into the heart of the listener, recalling
the radiant past. Grasping the hand ;
of the astonished child, he sail I. with
a quivering voice : "My boy, wba Is
your mime? You shall have the first
vacancy lor mi apprentice Unit occurs
iu tlie bank, if, meantime, you need
a friend, come to me. lint now, give
me your confidence. Why do you
wish to do more for your mother?
Uave yott wvtatlier?" .
Tears filled his eyes as he replied
"My father is dead, my brothers and
sisters are dead, and my motlier and I
are left alone to help each other. But
slut is not strong, and I wUi to take
care of her. It will pleae lier, sir,
that you have been so kind, and I ana.
much obliged to you." So saying,
the boy left. little dreaming that las
own nobleness of character had been,
as a bright ray of sunshine u that busy
world he hud so tremblingly entered.
A boy animated by the desire to help
his mother will always find friends.
A GOOD Reconmesd. When Rev.
Humphrey (now Major Humphrey)
went to Colonel Bnickctt, Iu Chicago,
for authority to raise n cavalry com
pany, lie was asked by the colonel If he
h id retcreiiees. This puzzled the par
son a iktle, for it Just occurred to
him that he was away from home ; but
reflecting a moment, lie remembered
"old doe Knox" was practicing law in
that city, aud referred the coteucl to
him.
He was told by the colonel to return
in a tew hours, and a reply would be
given.
In the meantime. Colonel Bracket!
saw .foe Knox, and made inquiries as
to. the cliaracter and standing of the
parson.
-Do you know Mr. Humphrey, of
Ccnesee, Mr. Knox ?"
-What. Minister Humphrey, the
Methodist preacher, Colonel?"
"The same, sir."
-Do I know him ?'
"Yes."
"Know 1dm like a psalm-book, sir.""
"Well, what kind of .1 man is he?"
"Patson Humphry teill jirwjea like
Piutlf tiny likv Msiiiei am thu like
li'l nu'ttlimirr
"All right."
Aud the colonel left.
At the expiration of two iHiurs Mr.
Humphrey returned to tlie office of the
colonel, and. as he stepped in, he was
greeted witli :
"l'here are your paper, Mr.
Humphrey.';
And tlie parson left for Genessee
with the papers In Ms pocket.
t'swu' Pnt;nriiCKii!-rGreeleyltes.
using "Resell" instead of "Grant
in their peHirtoijs.
A YEi.n.aw Btw?i Tlie kite can
didate for Vice Pceshfcut when he hue.
tlie jaiKidiciv
An Cxsa$ ljiM C'okxwu
A'Vmaii Truuifrw.V.
Toks-kaxv- Gi Gtwerner's vetoes.