The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-02-15
MISS WARNINGS LOVER.
BY MARY A. P. HUMPHREY.

WASH, ana the KnlI6-InaThS on ueShS dH u
benches ~ like those strange exhumed
bird tracks of the Old Red Sandstone
showed where the first rude outlines had
been traced of many alfeehidden, long
-Eago, under the debris Of years.
Across the lower half of every window
square of faded green baze had been
tackled closely to the easement, lest some
pair Of child-eyes, heavy with eviewing
the endless lines marshaled in tedious
uniformity on book or slate, should rest
awhile upon the blessed contrast Of green
fields and gurgIing waters. min
Miss Warnings eyes darkened with quiet
Indignation. AS if a scho0l-room were
prison As if one lesson from springng
grass and spreading treq-reaching up to-
the life giving sunshine--one element Of
modest beauty in meadowlilly and wild
rose bud, of happy trust i'll tender bird,
proyident squirrel nr. care:ree butterfly,
could be spared from the place whcr
1 young minds should learn how to expand
and grow, young hearts to aspire and yet
be humble, young lives 70. assume the di
vineIy appointed relations OF faith and
work nIa.r !. 4....
But the school. room, like many other
things of sufficiently unpromising exteri-
or, was rich in possibilities. Miss War
ing made rapid inventory, Of such IN
tangible wealth, and nodded to herself
from her little chair Of state upon the
platform n...,lt- ~
The offending baize, its faded ngliness
yelled by short curtains Of. cheap, white
muslin, might be made to do good service
higher up the windows, in softening the
glare oftLe mid day sunshine. The broad
window inches gave ample room for pots
of ivy, wandering Jew, and Madeira vine,
needing only time and care to improvise
fsstoons and draperies more graceful than
the most elaborate designs of the old
z tapestries. 4u." ..1 sU Ga1.
Then in her pOrtfolio-for the little
schoolmstress thought with her eye and
hand-she remembered some illuminated
texts, bright as thepages Of an old missal /;
sketches toe, in pencil aud coiors, simple
bits, which the children could get at the
heart of--waiting only to be framed with
the cones and willow-witches they would
be only too glad To gather for her on the
first half holiday Their own hands
should help to weave aud bind they
should have voice in the hanging and
general arrangement for this home.
IL SlICs bIDuS l1hC VIC lCS6 VI VIC
worlds work, must be cooperative, if it
were really TO be worth anything.
The sound of footsteps and voices broke
IN upon her morning dream, and the
pleasant vision of the renovated room
faded in the light of the days duties.
The scholars came by twos and threes,
gatheringin and ABOUT the half.open door,
with shy curious chances at the new teach
ier. q
IfCChildren are the most unerring physi-
ognomists, since no others are so helplcssly
dependent upon the varying moods, which
leave unfailing imprint on the face. A
few bolder Ventured inside, in advance OF
her pleasant invitation to all. Two Oh
three offered little punches of Wild flow
ers, dewy, and sweet, making her cheek
flush with pleasure. Ever since she could
remember flowers Lad been her friends
she knew them by heart, and had fancy
more clearly defined then she W. uld have
been quite willing'to confess, that they
In their turn understood her, when human
sympathy failed. The Germans call their
fragrance the "speech of flowers" Miss
Waring placed her own eloquent treasures
in cracked tumbler, which little CIR
found for her in the ante room, and more
. than once, amid the cares and anxieties Of
that !" first day." their freshness and beau
ty entered into her heart. and kept il
strong. ...s4 .a ss-szt ~s,z..7t..<
you'll be apt to have some trouble
i with Hal Thorn, the deacon's boy" widow
Moss, het hostess, had said to her that
morning over the breakfast coffee.
"He is bad boy, then"
Yes-cares for nothing and nobody
His father can't kelp him in school hall
the time. A smart lad, too, and quick
with his books, when he chooses. How
we'll remember the Sunday his mother
first led him into meeting. He was scarcely
more than baby, and SO bright and pref
ty-the people turned in their seats ,tc
get second look at his laughing face
Little she thought poor woman of how he
would be growing up p .al...a. =,
Mrs. Thorn is not living, think
heard p said Miss Waring.
90 70 She died-let me think-it will
be ten years come Christmas. Hal must
be fourteen-how the years fly The
deacon never married again. went on the
good woman, fairly launched upon the
tide of gossip. /" Mary--she's the Oldest
-heeps house. Susan married falconel
her boy will be in your A 3 G class
Steve helps his father on the farm; he's
the deacon right over, a real chip of the
old block. Hal is the youngest"
"Would it have been the same with
Hal, if his mother had lived, Go you
think z" I'M en-,
Perhaps not. She was quiet woman,
was Mrs, Thorn, but it always seemed tc
me as if her Don't ? went farther with
the children than thrashing from their