Daily American telegraph., 1852-06-08
From the Friend of Youth.
THE NEW HOL A r..

| From the Friend of Youth.
THE NEW SCHOLAR.
| BY MARY IRVING.
Girls! girls! Do you know, we've got new
scholar!o .ai ......m
| 1t was Laura Burnham one Of the younger
boarders in Miss Stones Seminary, who shout
ed this to q group of her mates in the yard,
just before morning school hours The girls
crowded around her. like SO many ants around
lump of suga-, each asking different ques-
| tion at the same moment.
whats her name?" How large is she?"
Do tell! where did she drop from?o "When
did you see her?n els she coming into school
to-day?n Is she green, Laura ?"--were among
the inquiries. The last was the question Of
Abby Rolden a handsome but pert-looking
girl, nearly head taller than those of her age
around her. A sort of sarcastic smile played
over her lips and in her fine black eyes, mark
ing her as one of the genus school -girl-specaes
:" a great tease"
"How you craze body You make my
ears achc!n returned Laura, pressing both
hands over her sun bonnet. ~ tell you, only
just had one look at her, as was coming out
of the parlor 'Green?' well, Miss Abby, you
may make up your own mind about that soon
enough, for she is coming into school to-day,
suppose. She looked more black than green,
to my eye--what of her dress wasn't covered
with dust"
" But her name-what's her name :" repeat
ed half a dozen.
Louise, / heard Miss Stone call her | don't
know the othern
"Not Lo-i-zy2n asked Abby, with a conf
cal look that set others laughing. "Lou-ise :"
she repeated to herself in a little mincing voice,
with an emphasis on the last syllable.
| IL wonder whether she'll sit next me J"
said Alice Crawford, quiet sort of child,
with dreamy blue eyes and golden-brown
| hair.
"No-mci" exclaimed Laura, Miss Stone
will fill up my seat irst-it's in turn"
"And she'll be your forty eleventh friend,
hey9" suggested Abby playing with spear
of grass.
"No-you provoking thing" answered Lau-
ra good-humoredly. "What should want of
moro friends than you?"
"Oh, thought it was about time for you to
take new one again-that's all It's oil of a
reek since you and cooked up a crony-ship
and | suspect it is getting cold by this time "
"You never was anybody's friend Abby"
said Laura, turning away with a reproachful
look and tone.
much obliged to you! Do you reckon your
self nobody them"
I" had as lief have new girl, at any rate"
Laura went on, growing quite crimson in the
face.
Fortunately the quarrel that was fast COM
ing on was nipped in the bud by the sharp
| stroke OF the school-bell.
"There! there! nine o'clock they cried :;
and away they ran to their seats.
A low hum Of whispering died away on the
| benches, as Miss Stone came in, leading by the
| hand girl about eleven years old. All the
scholars held their breath, and strained their
eyes to look at her and some even half rose
from their seats to have a better view of the
stranger
She was dressed in black, as Laura had said
with wide tumbled white frill around her
neck hair dark brown, cut short in her neck
without curling; and a face as frightened and
wo-begone in its expression as you could find
anywhere. You could not see particle of
color in her cheeks or lips, as she involuntari-
y hung behind her teacher, shrinking back
from the gaze of so many pal RS of blue, black,
and hazel eyes.
Miss Stone herself did not seem to take much
notice of her bashfulness, butt, almost pulling
her along, pointed to a single desk at the end
of the school-room
"There is your seat" she said. Your
father wished you to sit alone. Bring your
books to me, after have opened the school, and
| will set you at work"
The school was "opened" by the reading of
Il chapter in tho New Testament. Each of the
girls read a verse Alice, whose seat was near
est to Louise's, finished hers, and then there
was a long pause. Miss Stone looked up inn
patiently.
"Whose turn! Oh, Louises. Do you know
how to read in the Testament ;"
Louise made gesture for eyes, n,a'am."
"Well, read, then Stand up child" Louise
stood up as she was hidden, but it seemed that
she could not coax her white trembling lips to
do as they were hidden, for she made one at
tempt, between a gasp and q sob and then,
bursting into tears, covered her face with her
book, and shrank down into her scat agarl.
"The next" K" said Miss Stone, pressing her
fore-fnger tightly on the verse. Abby cu.led
her lips shading it with her hand, and looked
down on the new conner with grimaee of cou-
tempt then dropping her hand, read the verse
as demurely and correctly as was proper.
Louise had not seen her, neither had Miss
Stone, but two thirds of the scholars had; and
they, taking the hint from her, began to try to
despise the bashful stranger in their hearts. A
Geography class was the first one called up, in