Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1865-03-01

I'd like to see you do it |" rstorted
Mark. There isn't girl in the world that
can spell as we'll as |. Girls don't know as
much as boys anyhow
Rosa dared not reply to this smart
challenge, for Mr.. Jones was looking that
way, but she glanced at number one with
such sneer that the schoolmaster said.
MARK, is Rosa McGilverie making up fa-
ces at you ?"
"No, sir, that's the way she looks all
the time"
This cutting retort made ell the schol,
ars laugh; they did not like Rosa, and
were glad to have her drought down" as
they said.
Poor little Rose Her mother was
dead, and no kind friend had yet brought
out the tenderness that slept beneath her
harsh manner. She was just like that
little bush in your garden, all covered
with ugly thorps. Only wait till the
sweet June sunshine smiles upon it, and
you will see it graceful with delicate leaves
and those fragrant blossoms that all the
poets write about 1t was early spring
with Rose Nobody saw anything but
the thorns. t
She did not seem to mind the scholars
laughing at all, but stood with defiant
look. till the schoolmaster restored Or
der" Then she entered with her whole
heart into the spelling. She was u
bright scholar, all the scholars acknowl-
edged that.
"You may spell three times around"
said Mr. Jones ii shall not have time to
hear you any more than that tonight
Eyes right and left Toes on the mark .
Begin!"
Mark spelled with a clear, assured
voice. as if TO impress Rose with the i'm
possibility of his failure But alas for
human pridel The third time there came
to him that very common word, 'beiieue."
Mark had spelled it hundred times be-
tore be thought he knew it perfectly ;
hut glance at Rosa's wicked eyes con.
fused him. and the letters whirled about
in bis mind. He commenced in an un-
certain voice "be be, l.e-i-v-e leive. be-
ieive."
Next" sid the master.
Rose spelled it right, with no shade Of
triumph in her manner, and modestly
took her place above Mark Then she
whispered in the most provoking way.
Don't you believe | can get above you
pow?"
After school, Rosa threw on her little
red shawl any way, and ran of alone.
Mark was faverite, that handsome gen.
erous boy She did not want to see the
scholars throng about him. as she knew
they would, to pity him and blame her.
The lonely little girl ran off as fast as
she could 60. and at last quite tired out
sat down to rest under great pinctree
that grew on the hill. The cool winter
air somehow soothed her flushed little face
But she felt unhappy. 1t wasn't quite
80 fine to be number one" after all
Poor Mark, how disappointed he looked
She almost wished he hadn't missed. II
was good enough for him, though II,
thought girls didn't know anything. Ro
sa's cheeks flushed at the thought, and
she looked ,ngry.
Just then, voice spoke, right by hel
side You can't be number one to
morrow, Miss. The master says ough
to had another trial"
Just US the ABC class does poor littl,
fellow. So he should have another trial!'
;drawled Rosa.
"You are real hateful GIRL" criec
Mark, with angry eyes; "you are horric
homely and dreadful mean, aud nobod,
likes you"
Rosa could not bear this She spran,
to her feet and tried to strike the boy
handsome face. He was too tell by ia
for her TO reach. She seized her slate
then flung il with all her strength sgains
him. and ran away. Mark turned whit
with rage, but he was too chivalrous t
return the blow He rushed home in
passion, burst open the kitchen door an
cried. 10, mother. wish Rosa McGilvcr
ie was boy 80 ! could give her goo
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