The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1869-08-12
TALE TOLD OUT OF SCHOOL.

First person | love, second person thoJ
lowest, third person he loves drawled the
head boy in the class. The next Il little girl,
took It up promptly: . rlural-First person
we love, second person you love, third person
they love"
And we all love"
The interruption came in Il whisper. loud
enough to be heard all over the room, caus-
inc the older boys and girls to smile and gig
gr; and the teacher Miss Olive Burnett,
looked mp quickly, CHANGING along the row OF
lar@r scholars on the back scat-voung men
and womcn-tor this was country school,
and III the winter. She had come to look for
trouble from that quarter Every day some
fresh aggrly1tion, some new infringement Of
The rules. and offence against the discipline,
made it hard work for her, q girl of Is, to
maintain hrr authority over those turbulent
spirits, constantly melted to insubordination
by the example of their acknowledged lead
cr, Scott Goldrick
He sat there, at the further end Of the
b,nch quite in the corner, y good looking
yom@ man Of %, With curly chestnut hair,
anl muilnou~ curve Of the lip, with head bent
low oycl' his slate. and fingers busy in tigur-
im@ out some difficult problem in arithmetic
But Miss Burnett was not deceived by the APP
parpmlv studiouo air, and there was an I'M
tiII)it Oh ItNplt III Iltl NoNt
- She said looking quietly over the forty
faces before her.
These interruptions must come to an end
AT oncy> There is a point where forbearance
ceases to be Il virtue, and think it has been
passed. From this time ont shall enforce
every rule OF the school. The penalty for
The next interruption Of this kind will be
twelve strokes of the ruler carclessly bal
ancnm the Slip of chcrry-wood in her hand.
The clear, bright face in the corner was
lifted for a moments the dark hazel eye
looked stcadi into Miss Burnett's blue eyes
ONLY Il moment the space OF a breath; then
the hand went on again steadily with that
endless maze of figures; Miss Burnett went
OH with her work,
Hard work it was, especially hard work to-
day. All day long the vivid scarlet had
burned in her checks, making her passing
lovely. while her temples throbbed with pain
and one of the children feeling her feyerisll
Touch, wondered what made Miss Burnett's
hand SO hot" She must not give up though
There was too much depending on her fol-
that \ helpless mother and two little sisters,
hardly more than babies vet, all dependent
for the bread they ate upon the overWorked
Young teacher Truly. failure here would be
her disaster.
5ut she must not fail Would those in
telminablc letters never be finished? She
wanted to 20 home and rest.
Two hours of tolerable order and quiet
and the days work was nearly ended, when
in the midst Of the last recitation came again
that interrupting whisper, plainly heard all
oyer the room.
For an instant Olive Burnetts heart failcd
her. Could she master courage enough tC
lpl1llr Scott Goldrick, the oldest and largest
l., ~, tb, srhn01 The
thought came at once that it was unmanly in
him to try her 50. But, right OF wrong hcl
word was passed and must be kept her au
thoritv WAS assailcd, and must be maintained
NOW or lost altogether To falter now wa,
to give up all. SO, calling up all her nerve,
though her head throbbcd dizzily she closed
her book quietly, dismissed the class, and
faced the school Us she said slowly:
The scholar who whispered that last time
will please step forward"
There was IL dead silence for an instant
ihen Scott Goldrick left his scat and walked
up to where the young teacher stood. Nc
bovsh mischief in his manner now; nc
m0clling Difference; no shade of defiance
but. instead Il quiet manliness that was hard
or to meet than any brarado would have
been.
You can understand, Mr.. Goldrick. tha
this is not pleasant duty to me-" her voice
steady, but lower than usual, so low tina
some who were listening did not catch tn,
words at all. You can understand that i
+, not pleasant for me to do this, but my rule
must be respected
For an answer he bowed and held out hi:
hand. They were counted faithfully-twelv(
strokes-no more, no less. Did he know how
every one hurt her? Perhaps he did for his
eyes were on her face all the while, and wheI
the last one was given he walked back to lli.
seat, 4 little gravcr than before, that was al
and the rest of the scholars opened eyes o
amazemcnt They had expected high words
and open defiance at the least. This new
gentleness was not fear; they knew that well
Fear and Scott Goldrick's name never wen
together. If it was voluntary submission tt
discipline, why they might as well all yielo
too.
Miss Burnett heard him talking to some 0
the older scholars outside the door after tn
rol was called and the school dismissed
"What! resist lady! You'll never see M
do that Besides, | deserved the feruling 70
breaking the rules | didn't mean to intcrrup
the last time, though. Tn going away to
morrow TO my uncle's counting house i