The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-05-28

young god, or something OF that S0Tt,
Everybody who saw the two young
ones said what a pity the girl hadn't
been the boy.
"Boys can get on without beauty,
said Mother Vaughn. "Girls can't
Boys have everything but If a gir
hasn't got good looks, she hasn't any
thing. What pity for the child"
The children were quarreling. They
were always quarreling.
"Will you go home ?" says the girl
''NO; l won't" says the boy.
|. "Very well {; then don't go, eth
er," says Theo., settling herself NOR
comfortably. "I'm as good as you
and I've as much right 70 run away
!. as you have"
"Girls can't rum" says master Ned
sententiously.
: 'Can't ?" says Miss Theo., sarcasti
cally. 'tDidn't beat you on q deaC
) race the other day, and didn't Daddy
Dinkle laugh at you well for it, anC
tell you I'd beaten youin the conJuga
} tionS from tamo' to 'sudire,' I'D beat
en- you in the multiplication table
and now you were going to let nj
beat you running. Pretty boy, you
1 wouldn't be boy If 1 had to be a.
stupid as that"
"I do know multiplication" say
Ned.
"How many are twelve times elev
en-, then ?"
Twelve times eleven had long beer
a stumbling block to little miss, and
mindful of that, she now brought i
up as a sumner for the race of boy.
81 know, but I won't tell" saiC
Ned, sullenly kicking a pebble int
the brook. - ..r. 81.
TheO. cIapped her hands and laugh
ed outright. "Oh, Master Ned /! YoU
know it, do you ? If you can tell me
how many twelve times eleven are ]
will write your next Latin exercise fOl
you" EfE# ~
ga %Gg5ammon," said Ned, g giving Ing the the
what, Missy, there's one thing CIR
can't do. She can't be q sailor and
go around the world, and that's what
I'm going to do. I'd rather be q sailor
than to know how much ninety-nine
times twelve is. Now guess pve
got you" ffs R
"But you can't conjugate Gmo to
save your life" said Theo. triumph
antly.
A warm, bright room. A young
lady, with brilliant gray eyes, q firm
mouth, dazzling white teeth and
bright pink cheeks, sat on one side of
the cheerful fire; opposite her sat q
slender, elegantly handsome young
man, graceful as picture, with curl
ing black hair, and eyes which young
women of 16 adored because they were
so naughty, rowing, brigandish-
wicked black eyes they were. Peo-
pie still said what a pity the boy
wasn't the girl. Just opposite the
bright fire, half way between these
| two, an oldish man reclined in an
easy chair. He had a big, bald head,
and the expression of face of q baby.
The young lady was Theodore, the
young man was Ned Wallace, and the
bald-headed man with the baby face
was Daddy Dinkle. 1t was Daddy
Dinkle and his wards. Daddy Dinkle
was lecturing them in his mild mono
| tones.
"My children, liberal learning will
revolutioniZe the world. The wisdom
of the ancients, yoked with the in
ventive genius of the modern age, will
draw the car of progress steadily on
ward, overturning in its track the
barbarism of the past and the wick
edness of the present. I have inf
mite faith in the ultimate elevation Of
the whole human race through the
power OF liberal learning. I believe
that the golden dream Of the promis-
ed time is yet coming true in this
Il II nd oh a
be gentle-mannered and honest, when
no man will have need to ask, who is
my neighbOr and who are my breth-
rem? But every man shall be eY-
cry mans brother. To the end of
given my humble life and labOrs, re-
.fusing the emOluments which have
more than once been offered me.
up money. AS my favOrits Virgil so
beautifully put it:
"Aldttts opus nlOUeoW
ITO this work, my dear children,
looking forward with joy to the day
when your two bright young intel-
lects would take the grand task of
my feeble old hands, l have trained
you. 1t has been the hope and dream
of my later years, that you two chill
dren would one day take my school
and continue it, training the future
man, assI have tried to do, to read the
classics and love God and his neigh
Dor. Theo., my girl, 1 couldn't teach
you embroidery, but 1 taught you
Latin. 1t is my belief that you can
read Latin with any professor in these
loose and careless times. couldn't
teach you to make wax-fiowers, but /
taught you liberal learning along
with my boys, and have discovered
with joy that your inelinations and
mine ran together, and you were ever
the brightest pupil had.
"But it is not good for man to be
alone. 1 have been dreary old bach
elor through my life; why, one now
in her grave alone knows. De nloTti-
as nil nisi b0nltnl. We will not speak
of that. But 1, dreary old bachelor,
testify that solitary life is not 8 good
or a pleasant life. God never meant
people to be old maids or old bache-
lors. My more than children, my
two friends, who have made life less
lonely for me, if, besides continuing
my school for me, you could find it in
your hearts to walk through life to-
gether-I tell you, next to my hope
and faith that the promised time will
come, it has been my fon0est earthly
hope that before my eyes close on the
world, they will look upon you two as
husband and wife. Believe me, i
know you better than you know your
selves, and no other man or woman
can ever be to either of you what you
can be to each other." sa-eE
He spoke with more than bis usual
mild energy, as he concluded. The
girl blushed slightly, and cast down
her eyes. The young man looked up
first, with a flash of his brigandish,
wicked black eyes, at the placid face
of Daddy Dinkle, and then with an
other flash into the fire, and then
he made an impatient movement Of
his arm, happily unnoticed by the
peaceful old man, but by no means
lost on the sensitive girl.
"GOod night, my children" said
the gentle old man, "Think about
what have said"
Then the old-fashioned old gentle
man took his old-fashioned candle
stick and trudged Off to bed. The
moment the door was softly closed
behind him, Edward Wallace sprang
to his feet with a look of extreme
vexation:
Daddy Dinkle Is 3 doosid old Don
QuixOte, p he said. tfWhat sort Of a
weapon is a Greek root to fight the
world with? L never said the eonju-
cations in my life that / didn't get
'em tangled, and don't know what
the Optative mode means to this day.
And even If hsd all the tarnation
old rubbish at my finger ends, what
use would it he to me? II the old
gentleman had only seen fit to teach
me botany and anatomy !"
''I like Daddy Dinkle's way best,
said Theo.
"Ob, yes, it's well enough for girls
to sit at home and learn rubbish.
They take no part in the stirring, ac-
tive life of the world. For them there
arc no worlds to conquer and meas
ure, no boundless acres of marsh and
forest to Wrest from the hand Of na-
ture. and make hAbitations for man;
no secrets of the ages TO drag into
light and force them to disclose the
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