Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1872-02-15
MISS WARNINGS LOVER.
nv NARY A. p. HUMPHREY.

To- JtraCkS OF the via leu 0anQStOne-
d. ,-red where the first rude outlines had
% ~ traced of many life hidden, long
u under the Debris of years.
"a cross the lower half of every window a
are of faded green base had been
4 led closely to the easement, lest some
Of child-eyes, heavy with reviewing
ID endless lines marshaled in tedious uni
tmity on book or slate, should rest
aa lille upon the blessed contrast of green
1ds and gurgling waters.
Miss Warnings eyes darkened with quiet
., iicnation. As if schoolroom were a
!. son! As if one lesson from springing
Sc and spreading tree-reaching up to
"a life-giving sunshine-one element of
% ndest beauty in meadow-lily and wild
se.bud, of happy trust in tender bird,
evident squirrel, or care-free butterfly,
d Md be spared from the place where
p mig minds should learn how to expand
9 grow, young heart to aspire and yet
% humble, young lives to assume the d.
nely appointed relations OF faith and
!. Dirk
= But the school-room, like many other
inps of sufficiently unpromising eX-
rior, was rich in possibilities Miss
y airing made a rapid inventory of such
tangible wealth, and nodded to herself
u nm her little chair of state upon the
i atform.
The offending baize, its faded ugliness
lied by curtains of cheap, white muslin,
icht be made to do good service higher
the windows, in softening the glare of
midday sunshine The broad window
cbes gave ample room for pots of ivy,
andering Jew, and Madeira vine, need
only time and care to improvise fes-
IONS and draperes more graceful than
most elaborate designs of the old
pestries.
Then, in her portfolio-for the little
bool- mistress thought with her eye and
Ind-she remembered some Illuminated
KITS bright as the pages of an old missal;
Eetches, too, in pencil and colors, SIM
bits, which the children could get at
e heart of-waiting only to be framed
It'll the cones and willow-witches they
ould be only too glad to gather for her
the first half holiday. Their own hands
ould help to weave and bind; they should
we a voice in the hanging and general
Frangement for this home-maklng, she
onght like the rest of the worlds work,
nat be CO. cooperative, if it were really to
worth anything.
The sound of footsteps and voices
roke in upon her morning dream, and
70 pleasant vision of the renovated room
dad in tho light Of The days studies.
The scholars came by twos and threes,
nthering in and about the half-open
Z bor, with shy, curious glances at the new
acher.
Children are the most unerring physi-
rnomists, since no others are SO helpless
dependent upon the varying moods,
Uhich leave unfailing imprint on the face.
! few holder ventured inside, in advance
j her pleasant invitation to all Two or
rec offered little punches OF wild flow
IS, dewy and sweet, making her cheek
lsh with pleasure. Ever since she could
member flowers had been her friends
be knew them by heart, and had fancy
lore clearly defined than she would have
cen quite willing to confess, that they,
turn, understood her, when human
ympathy failed The Germans call their
LAGRANGE the "speech of flowers" Miss
Iaring placed her own eloquent treasures
a cracked tumbler, which little girl
Dund for her in the anteroom, and more
han once, amid the cares and anXieties
4 that "first day." their freshness and
eauty entered into her heart, and kept
strong.
you'll be apt to have some trouble
nth Hal Thorn the deacOn's boy, widow
loss, her hostess, had said to her that
porning, over the breakfast coffee.
"He is bad boy, then ~
eyes cares for nothing and nobody.
His father can't keep him in school half
he time. A smart lad, too, and quick
With his books, when he chooses. How
Yell remember the Sunday his mother
rst led him into meeting. lie was
carcely more than baby, and so bright
Ind pietty-the people turned in their
eats to get second look at his laughing
ace Little she thought, poor woman, OF
bow he would be growing up!
Mrs. Thorn is not living, think 1
heard p said Miss Waring.
ooh no! She died-let me think-lt
will be ten wears come Christmas. Hal
must be fourteen-how the years fly
The deacon never married again, went
bn the good woman, fairly launched upon
he tide of gossip. "Mary-she's the
bldest-keeps house. Susan married
alconer-her boy will be in your A Il Z
Flass. Steve helps his father on the farm
he's the deacon right over real chip OF
he old block. Hal is the youngest.
Would it have been the same with
Hal, if his mother had lived, do you
hnk 2"
perhaps not. She was quiet wo-
nan, was Mrs. Thorn, but it always
beemed to me as if her Don't! went TAR
her with the children than a thrashlng
from their father. The deacon holds
stiff rein. Why! Hal got into tussie
with Butcher Barton's Pete one day, ana
between them, somehow, a stone crashed
through Reuben Browns plate,gias,ss
window Hal declared thai ne didnt
throw the stone, but Pete's two niue
brothers swore they saw him. The dea-
con said that if Hal would night ne
wouldn't help him out of trouble, and ne
let him go to Jail.
Hal is quick as gunpowder, ana ne
isn't afraid of anybody when his temper :
PUP. He was beech-nutting out In lhe
wood-lot, the day Squire Marlow's cattie
broke into his twentyacre whcat-neia.
They did round hundred dollars dam
age. I'd been over to the deacon's OF an
errand, and was just coming down .he
front walk, when the Squire came tearing
lover, accusing Hal of letting down tue
fence. wish you could have seen that
boy, Miss Waring! He stood up pare DIS
death, and his ewes like two fires.