The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-01-12

"Hoppersville Academy" reaC
John, with a great sneer on his lip, a
his trunk was set down at the door o
a beautiful building. ''Well. here
am, for Il time at least" he added, a.
he was shown into the cool and ele
CANT parlOr. 'T'Il teach the young
idea how to shoot, with a vengeance
and when I've earned money enough
to pay my way to b, I'm off,"
At this moment he heard whispered
voices.
'Did you see him?''
HYes-is he to be the teacher? o.
Pm so gladl Isn't he beautiful?"
ayes, altogether too handsome D
was the rejoinder.
'iNot so very bad a beginning u
thought John, blushing and smiling.
Presently a stately lady, tall, thin,
long-nOsed, small-eyed, cap on heI
head, ancient looking mitts covering
long hands, made herappearance. On
her lips sat vinegar; in her glance stood
a thousand pointed ferule tips.
''Miss WOrtleyman, presum e." he
said, family.
The lady bowed, almost wit frown.
Then she said, 81 will show you your
room, sir; the printed rules are there.
Tomorrow you will take charge OF
department B. This way, SIR"
"Pleasant," thought John, his
spirits far below zero. 'IfI wait for
her to make match, the preceptor-
ship of HOppersville Academy is be-
yond my life time"
81 wonder who arranges things?n
he muttered aloud. "ROses-white
dimity-everything pure as a lily
delicate as frOst-wOrk. Singularr'
Department B was the next point OF
observation. The girls were waiting
for him; some of them charming, and
sixteen. A buzz followed his en-
trance-roguish eyes were veiled.
''HOw very studiOus the pupils in de-
partment B! That vinegar precept-
ress must be a splendid discipline
rian," thought John.
Well, the duties passed OFF rather
pleasantly, John formed several
friendships, among them two extreme
ly pleasant ones. Little Emma Bris-
tOl, girl of fifteen, and Anna Hale, a
pensive-eyed, nun-like child-woman
Of seventeen.
'Does your principal never come
into this Department., asked John,
one day.
40! yes; she comes this afternoon
o! isn't she lovely? We girls Just
worship her. It's mathematics to-
day, you know"
John pressed his lips together as he
cried, soto voce--"Oh, youth, great
capacity But then, he added quietly
"they say girls always love sour
things"
1t was four in the afternoon. John
had been hard at wOrk-his pupils
were by no means backward-they
kept him up to the mark, and he was
only fearful that they might ask him
one question too many, and he not be
ready for them. As the clock struck
there was a pleased stir. All eyes
were turned in expectation. There
was a fiuttering sound at the door and
q creature of exquisite beauty entered /;
her rosy lips parted in a smile so
sweet, that it made her face enchant-
ing. She gave a half start as she met
ihe grave, astOnished, and yet beHild-
cred look of John Arden; then, fo8t-
ing toward him him, she extended
her hand, with a pardon me that l
have not made your acquaintance be-
FORE" and with pretty, consequen-
tial air, she took her stand, while the
scholars were all attention.
''Whewrl whispered John under his
breath, "whO has Miss Bessie sent in
her place. Well she Is glorious ~
He watched her with new and
strange emotions as she stood there,
those beautiful eyes all alight with
the fire of genius, her white arm rails
ed-the cloud of delicate muslin fall
ing away from it so gracefully! 1t was
wonderful to listen to her comments;
what power there was in every move
ment of the wand she held, how the
difficult problems lost their stateliness
and seemed to fall humbly before her,
as in the presence of a aconqUerer, con-
Tossing themselves vanquished
''Well, that's our principal" said
little Bristol, coming forward, after
the beautiful queen Of science had
left the room, and taken something
more than her smiles and sunshine
with her, that's Miss Bessie she
added, drawing long BREATH" isn't
she beautiful?"
-thatl-stuttered JOhn-"O
no you're-that is, you must be mis-
taken-I-I saw Miss WOrtleyman
when L first came; a very tall woman
with
go! that's her aunt ~ cried Emma
Bristol, impatsently. 'She's hate
full and only sees to things, though
Miss Bessie gives the orders. We do
worship Miss Bessie. I believe she's
anangel, and when I get in her depart
ment for good, 1 shall think I'm in