Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1865-03-03

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THE I:0SElixsN SCHOOL.
"w,xrFp.--ny the committee of 'hc r"seloNn nis-
trict young lady TO take charge of the summer term
of the Roselawn school Good wages will he paid to
who bring the requisite attainmenls to the work.
Eosclawn Is situated in most delightfully."- romantic pant
of the State near lake of some ecNtcrt, and affords
every facility for enjoyment usually found in country
place. The society Is excellent The church Is scarcely
| n moment walk from the school house.
Address, FOR the next two weeks,
a.t COMMITTEE Rt tsciawn, Vt"
Miss Maude Arrabella Whiting read the
notIre through with bearninc countenancc.
Then she read il aloud to her mother, in her
best style Of clocution Mrs. Whiting scarce.
" appreciated it, though, buried as she was
in an easy chair and novel.
Isn't it charming = asked Arabcl'a.
Don't bother me, child. am dying to
find ont about Paul and Lady Duvrrnal -
You've put me ont so that I've read this
same page twice"
Arahclla subsidized into silence, but she
kept up a wonderful thinking Inhrritng a
romantic disposition from her mother, she
had sighed all her fife for adventure
Her life had been strangely evcntfui one
and at nineteen she was weary Of existence,
if one could Judge by the die away sonncts
composed in the privacy of her chamber.
and exhibited only to her dear friend Matilda
Grub.
The advertisement Of the Roselawn school
interested her deeply. Her mind was set on
offering herself As the teacher.
She was wealthv--but that would make il
all the more romantic. There would he
something so much like novel. in rich
heiress burying herself and her beauty, in n
little country village. for the good Of the
children the blue eyed. rosy checked dar.
lings VIII" would come, bringing her flowers
every morning.
Mrs. Whiting was 10th to consent to her
daughters pro crt--hut Arabclla was peril
naciouS and after a fw days she yielded.
Arnbclla wrote to the "Commi,,ec,' and re
c"ived note forthwith, telling her to he a.
Roselawn depot the ensuing Saturday after
noon and Mr.. Sawyer the Committee, would
meet her with his carriage
Saturday morning she badc her mother an
affecting farewell and with Pet, her lap dog
and three immense trunks. was soon OF her
way to Rcsclawn She reached it Just before
surdown. Amid the usual hurry. NOISE and
hustle, she was put off and there she stood
amongst her trunks aud boxes her lap dog
in her arms, her parasol under her arm he,
rctcule in her hand ard her high topp, q
h"nnct half way of. aud down hrr back.
The depot was a hlnckish building, abou
ten feet square. filed with hoxrs. bags, arr
rough looking men, smoking, splitting, ant
talking politics
Arah"lla wanted TO scream at The sight o
th"m. hut her dog screamed for hers,
loudly rs to draw all the attention OF tn,
company to his proprirtrss.
Is Mr., Sawyer herey" she vcntured I,
ask. in trembling voice
" am the rhap!' said tall, shock head
ed man, in a blue roundabout, rising "anC
now, who he yGu? y
" am Miss Maude Arabclla WHITING
The new school marm? WHY land say
what have you Mung your dog fory You
: don't calEerlate to keep school with hin l.,
yer lap. do YEP .'
" Pet is my confidential companion, sir; i,
would have broken his heart to have beer
. separated from me"
Wall, 'twouIdn't a. been no great Of q
loss Did you know that dogs is taxed q
dollar head? That's to help on the war
and as am peace man, | knocked my
dog overl"
"Oh, Mr.. Sawyer! how could you? Did
it not hurt him ~
81 'spcct it did but that wsrnt my look
out. IL was dead when picked him up.
You'd better sarve your'n just so I'll fin.
ish him, and welcome fer ye."
ArubeIla clasped Pet still closer, and 70.
gardcd Mr.. Sawyer with look of horror.
"Oh wall jest as you say. OF course
don't keer. 'spose you've kept schoo
afore p
No, sir; this is my first attempt"
" Hum You don't look if you'd do tc
waliop jenkins boys; but then you've GO
reddish hair which is pretty good sign o.
, grit. Come jump into ihe waggin. Wherc's
your baggsge?' .a. ..
ArahelIa pointed il out.
" The lapd-say T. calculated Mr.. Sawyer
, "what do you calkerlale to have in all them
ere trunks? Must brung yer bediing -
Needn't "A done that; we've got plenty u
, cumiOf.ables in the fore room closet What
! have you got into that box?" indicating Q
guitar case it looks like a junk bottle with
II long handle to it,
"Ih"t is my guitar"
! "G.ttar lard say That's what my wifi,
had in her head, last year. Stopped her nost
up SO that twas wuss than no nose at all
She took snuff for it. Yes, twas the gi,,ar
for sartin. Same kind, I'll bet She won,
be Hing for ye 10 bring il into the house
but A. you have got 1t boxed up, 'twon't b,
! lkel, TO do Iuuch hufl."
= Where is yonr carriage?' iaquircd Ar
sbella, anxious to escape from the curious
glances Of the crowd about the depot, each
one Of vino IL had taken a complete Inventory
Of every thing about her person. ....
Right here" pointing to tall, antiquat
ed horse cart, with board across the sides
for = the whole concern painted fam
ing red, with the wheels. "Climb right in
over the wheel The hoss is Jest a. stiddy
as sheep! Don't be afraid -
:. Goodness gracious ~ cried Arabclla, in
dsmay, you don't expect me to ct uI
there! Why, could not do it to save my
hfer'
i lilo you hsn't used to climbing, guess
Why, my dsrter, Bets, would 70 rite int'
thar wagon without techitg hand ! Sam,
10 one of the crowd, 20 m and bring out q
shoe box" .s.a.sa.. -.g.. &. ,-..........
Sam did as directed, and Arabells mount
ed the box, and from thence reached III,
whel OF the cart. She iutnblcd in with SC
much force as to disodge poor Pet (whf
brought up in a peighbprIug mad puddir,,
and crushed in the brim Of her bonnet I'LL il
bore suohs resShDiahee " al ciu idsnloh
Ell etaise top.
Sam rescued the dog, wiped him on q
) piece Of newspaper, and restored him to hi.
agonizp d mistress.
The trunks were already in Mr. Sawyer
SEATED himself in front---cracksd his whip
|. jerked out, +" G'langf' and eff they went.
fhe ride wss good exercise 10 both mind
] and body. A,ab.a bad to exert herself Il
, keep from pitching ont Of the cart and pocl
Pc, irrnbied like poplar leaf, and gfoanyi
, bitterly. !.
Il They irsw Up, At last, a. Mr. Sarvci'l