The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1875-04-28

/. An imprcmptu spelling-school was il
augurated in Merrilfs grocery Saturda
evening. A young man, who, last wiz
, ter, aided Dir. Edwards in the manage
ment Of the North Centre School, con
Quoted the Glass. The first word ne CAV
out was Indian.
The first man said: an, in, dim, din
Indin."
The teacher shook his head "Well
declare, | thot | had It, said the spell
er, with keen disappointment; bur he
picked up when the second man started
and eyed him with considerable anxiety
The next man. with desperate earnest
ness, said, "I-n, in, de, de, indie, I'm
-Indeun"
Then he sighed, and gazed anxiously
at the teacher, while an old party at the
end of the bench, who was watching the
efforts with derisive amusement, turned
the quid in his mouth and said:
/ ''Y gu amt within rod ont it but
go on let some more try"
The teacher tod the second speller
that he also had failed, whereupon he
sighed again.
Then the third man took hold. He
squared himself upon his seat, and hold
ing up one finger, licked Of the letters
with becoming solemnity as follows: I'm,
in, d-d-d-a, da, india, in, in-Indain."
The old party on the end of the bench,
who had been teetering on the precipice
of laugh while this effort was being
put forth, snickered right out In loud
guffaw at its conclusion.
We'll, that's spell for you, Imust'say."
And then he laughed again. The spell
er said nothing, Tut he grew very red in
the face when his failure was announced,
and cast baleful glance at the old party,
whose turn had now come, and who said
And now I'll tackle that little word, :"
and he smiled all over his face, while his
eyes twinkled with merriment, and look
ing sideways from one to the other, he
rapidly spelled
In, in, gin, Ingin."
His smile deepened into d broad grin
as he watched the chsgrin flush 10 the
of the other spoilers, who
had been misled all the time on wrong
pronunciation of the word. He was
with all his might when the
teacher said:
"'You amt got the right word.
"Wh-ah-ot? and he bore down on the |
faced youth look calculated to
freeze him to the bone.
"Indian is the word. There is no /
such word as Ingin," said the teacher.
go, there isn't hey ? (sarcasticallyD |
You know, of course. You know all
about it. You pimply-"
"But, my dear sir, /"
'fYou apologize to me" shouted
he old party, stamping the floor with his
zane. "'W no be you, anyway, putting
IN your airs about me? could twist
,our scrawny neck off Of you in two min
ties, you white-livered puppy, you"
"But, my dear sir, let me ex-"
cit isn't Ingin, is it? ground out the
Id chap between his teeth. ats some
hing else, l suppose. o, yes you know
If course. And a nice one you are with
our eddication. Why don't your mother .
end back them apples she borrowed a i
month ago? and he looked around the !
tore with triumphant glare of sarcasm. !
"But just hear me-" f
"Hear you Who are you, anyway? i.
WHAT'S your father? When's he drawed !
sober breath | should like to know? g
m where's your smart brother, Ben In
ris'n somewhere, I'll be bound. Oh, l I
now your hull family like book. An t
wuss lot than they are can't be found |
! this neighborhood, and you just put
lat in your pipe and smoke it, you en- e
regious ass. Talk to me about sPellin'," O
I'D the old man, stamping his cane t
gain, stalked passionately out of the a
ore.
The lesson was then postponed. t