. The Hoosier schoolmaster; a novel . he half-decayed log that spanned it, when, as he emergedfrom the water-willows on the other side, he startedwith a sudden shock. For there was Hannah, witha white, white face, holding out a little note foldedlike an old-fashioned thumb-paper. Go quick! she stammered as she slipped itinto Ralphs hand, inadvertently touching his fin-gers with her own—a touch that went tinglingthrough the school-masters nerves. But she hadhardly said the words until she was gone down thebrookside path and over into the pasture. A fewminutes afterward she drove the cows up int
. The Hoosier schoolmaster; a novel . he half-decayed log that spanned it, when, as he emergedfrom the water-willows on the other side, he startedwith a sudden shock. For there was Hannah, witha white, white face, holding out a little note foldedlike an old-fashioned thumb-paper. Go quick! she stammered as she slipped itinto Ralphs hand, inadvertently touching his fin-gers with her own—a touch that went tinglingthrough the school-masters nerves. But she hadhardly said the words until she was gone down thebrookside path and over into the pasture. A fewminutes afterward she drove the cows up into thelot and meekly took her scolding from Mrs. Meansfor being gone sech an awful long time, like a lazy,good-fer-nothin piece of goods that she was. Ralph opened the thumb-paper note, written ona page torn from an old copy-book, in Buds hand-write and running: Mr. Heartsook deer Sur: i Put in my best licks, taint no use. Run feryore life. A plans on foot to tar an fether or wussto-night. Go rite off. Things is awful juberous. HANNAH WITH A WHITE, WHITE FACE. THE FLIGHT. iSl The first question with Ralph was whether hecould depend on Bud. But he soon made up hismind that treachery of any sort was not one of histraits. He had mourned over the destruction ofBuds good resolutions by Martha Hawkinss refu-sal, and being a disinterested party he could havecomforted Bud by explaining Marthas he felt sure that Bud was not treacherous. Itwas a relief, then, as he stood there to know that thefalse truce was over, and worst had come to worst. His first impulse was to stay and fight. But hisnerves were not strong enough to execute so fool-hardy a resolution. He seemed to see a man be-hind every maple-trunk. Darkness was fast comingon, and he knew that his absence from supper at hisboarding-place could - not fail to excite was no time to be lost. So he started. Once run from a danger, and panic is apt to en-sue. The forest, the stalk-fields, the dark hollo
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