Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1869-09-03
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A TALE TOLD OUT OF SCHOOL

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A TALE TOLD OUT OF SCHOOL.
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.sFirst person I love, second person thou
lowest third person he loves drawled the
head boy in the class The next little girl,
took it up promptly Plural--First person
we love-, second person you love, third per-
son they love-" 3qs elaaaiaI z,.sss1 -5e
"And we all love" sg6af4sl 81 e 4es
The interruption came in whisper, loud
enough to be heard all over the room, caus-
ing the older boys and girls to smile and
giggle; and the teacher, Miss Olive Bur-
nett, looked up quickly, glancing along the
row of large scholars on the back seat
young nlen and women-for this was a
country school, and in the winter. She had
come to look for trouble from that quarter.
Every day some fresh aggravation, some
new infringement of the rules and offence
against the discipline made it hard work for
her. as a girl of eighteen, to maintain her
authority over those turbulent spirits, con-
stantly melted to INSTRUMENTATION by the ex-
ample Of their acknowledged leader, Scott
Goldrick; a.!3 sewaiq ~ .eiaigfi q. neg-
, He sat there, at the further end of the
bench, j, quite in the corner a good looking
young man ofltwenty with curly chestnut
hair and mutinous curve in the lip, with
head bent low over his slate, and fingers
busy in figuring out some difficult problem
in arithmetic. But Mis- Burnet Was not to
be deceived BY the apparently istudious air.
AnI ofr l,,4o do
termination in her voice as she said, looking
quietly over the forty faces before her:
a"These Interruptions must come to an end
at once There is point where forbearance
ceases to be virtue, and think it has been
passed. From this time out shall enforce
every rule of the school,, The penalty for
the next interruption Of this kind will be
twelve strokes of the ruler" carelessly bal
ancing the slip Of cherry-wood in her fin
gers. a. ;.e.+. slim ia.
The clear, bright face in the corner was
lifted for a moment; the dark, hazel eye
looked steadily into Miss .Burnetts blue
eyes; only a moment, the space of breath
then the hand went on again steadily with
that endless maze of figures. Miss Burnett
went on with her work. ~ ~
Hard work it was, especially hard work
to-day. All day long the vivid scarlet had
burned in her cheeks, making her passing
| lovely, while her temples throbbed with pain,
and one of the children feeling her feverish
touch, wondered Aawhat made Miss Burnett's
hand so hot" She must not give up though
There was too much depending on her 70,
that. A helpless mother and two little sis
tiers, hardly more than babies yet, all de
pendent, for the bread they ate, upon the
overworked young teacher. Truly, failure
here would be her disaster.
But she must not fail. Would those 4. in
terminable lessons ne eri be finished aSht
wanted to 60 home and rest. so q I'll
Two hours of tolerable order and quiet
and the day'swork was nearly ended, whe1
in the midst of the last recitation came agair
that interrupting whisper, plainly heard al
over the roomE SdEii 90
For an instant Olive Burnett's heart failet
her. Could she master courage enough tt
ferule Scott Goldrick, the oldest and larges
boy in the school-a man grown? TIL
thought came at once that it was unmanly il
him to try her so But wright or wrong
her word was passed and must be kept; he
authority was assailed and must be main
tanned now or lost altogether. To falte
now was to give up all. So, calling up al
her nerve, though her head throbbea diagEi
ly, she closed her book quietly, dismissed
the class and faced the school and as sh'
said, slowly ;9''.'1
1.-The scholar who whispered that lag
time will please step forward S S's
4 There was dead silence for an instant
then Scott Goldrick left his seat and wake
up to where the young teacher stood. n
boyish mischief in his manner now no mock
ing DIFFERENCE; no shade CT defiance, but in
stead, a quiet manliness that was harder
meet than any brayado would have been.
"4ou can understand, Mr, Goldrick tha
this is not pleasant duty to me-" he
voice steady, but lower than usual, so 10y
that some who were listening, did not cate
1 the words at,alE. g.Y GU can understand tha
itis not pleasant for me to do this, but m
rule must be respected" FL. r.is ,4ss n 81
: Fol, an answer he. bowed and held out hi
hand PSI lFhey were counted out faithfully
? twelve strokes mo more, no less, Did h
d know how every one hurt her? Perhaps b
), did, for bis eyes we're Oh her face all ii
j while, and when the last one was given b
i walked back to his seat, little grayer tina
BEFORE that was allsLand the rest Of til
& scholars opened eyes Of amazement. The
. had expected high words and open deaanc
at least This new gentleness was not fear
t they knew that well. Fear and Scott Cole
2 rick's name never went together. # it wa
81 voluntary submission to discipline, why the
), might as well all yield too.
: Miss BurnettsAeard him talking to SOP
: Of the older scholars outside the door aft'
!. the roll was called and the school dismissed
: ''What, resist a lady? You'll never see y
do that. Besides | deserved the ferulln
for breaking the rules Il didn't mean to IL
3 terrupt the last time though. I'm gollrr
= away to- morrow to my uncle's countinghou
in C." Then the door closed, al
Miss Burnett heard no more nor ~ .is1ss J
Going away /! She said the words ov
:. and over to herself, sitting there with n
= ! head laid down on the table before her, 6
- ;nr ooIyrrovi' What would she do missing dt