The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1876-04-29

brayn she SAID, AS lOttlly as so small Il lhing
could speak, evncing such pleasure as might
be found in the return of blackboard and
crayon and not needing the sprays of eX
quIslc pink heather he laid before her. The
sight of them after their absence, served tc
remind her that she no longer had the WIDE
gardens and conservaorcs, and moreover
that she owed to this school usher now the
simple commonplace Of her old life, She
never touched the heather but let 1t lie ana
wither for the tanit0r TO sweep out 1t was
however only "A few days before she found IN
the pass on her desk cluster of little white
ScOll roses; the quick glance that saw them
there was all the glance they had from her
and they too withcrcd untouched. She WAS
with these poor people, but not of them; she
would not be placed on the level Of such IA
milarity as the giving and taking OF these
flowers, anG she would be the debtor OF no
such usurcr as one who expects gratitude
She could live without this Mr.. MoHbray S
; flowers, and wanted none Of thcm. She heard
\ il rum0rcd that his legacy Has so generous
he would leave teaching and establish HIM
/ self in his profession at once; she wished he
would and the sooner the better. 1t became
more and more unpleasant to have him place
/ the blossoms in her hand; she could not re-
| fuse them without rudlcu"ss, and rudcncss
/ had hitherto been Iorei "a to the Bcilcsche.
vauX She hated to thank him; 1.-The had
any ultcrior design, any intention OF thus eA-
pressing emotion toward lrr, the thing was
dOubly rcpugnant-Ouc Of these people Gar-
ing to feel, much less express, any emotion,
toward her. Since the idea struck her she
had really never given him a second look.
She delayed reaching school till the last bell,
and she paid no more attention TO any Hover
She found, although, 1t must be confessed,
that bunch Of Internationally cut her 10
the heart and it would have been rapture 10
bury her face IN them.
"DO YOU know what Mr.. MOwbray says Of
yOu>' asked the confidential old prcccplrcsS
once.
"IIow should - She answered curly.
ale says 7you are like frozen jasmine
flower
81 would thank IIr. Mowbray not to make
me subject of remark" said Miss Bellies.
chcyaux "My DEAR said the other, ait will
be silly to pursue that course with MIR. Now
bray; he is a rising man. And young
girl"
~ do not care to hear anything concerning
him. said Louise, gathering her exercises
"Ah, Miss BelleschevauX,' returned the
old prcccptress laughing kindly "you have
yet to learn, and are going to make it hard
lesson, that all the worth OF the world is not
shut up in the BcllcschevauX family!'
It was only the next day that one Of the
girIs-ln that worshppiug enthusiasm winch
many young ladies entertain toward certain
tcachers--DrOught an album to Miss Bellies
chcyauX for her 10 write 4 verse on one of its
pages. After she had complied with the re
quest, Louise turned the pages and her eye
was caught by another verse:
"Snc hath no scorn Of common thing,
And thOuTh she seem of other birth,
Roaud us her heart cntwiues and Cliug-,
And patiently she folds her wings,
10 tread the humble paths Of earth
Louise sighed rs she read it; she wished
she could do az much. "Mr. Mowbray cop
led that verse for me- said the little maid;
and do you know Miss BcleschevauX he
said it made him think of you
Miss BcllcschevaX shut the book with Il
snap. This was growing unbearabc She
looked through the glass door mt Mr.. Nov.
bray, quietly listening TO algebraiC demon
STATIONS, and she felt it the rudest intrusion,
the worst presumptlon-he who might have
been her brothers. hired tutor her fathers
clerk, to be speaking and writing of her in
this manner, to be presenting her with How
crs and following her with gallantrics! She
lung the mornings flowers upon the floor,
and when she came up from her singing
class still warm with her sense of wrong, ii
was the recess and NOBODY but Mr.. Mowbray
was behind his glass door, and she walked
boldly into the little den of mathematics
"Mr. Mowbray," said shc-and she had no
idea it would be so hard-"l desire to have
the respect of every gentleman connected
with this institution
~ am sure you have it, Miss Bellcsche-
yauX, said he gravcly and politely,
81 desire" she repeated, "thc respect on
I'll. =.
ton, and | want nothing more of them"
81 hardly understand you, Miss BcllcSChc,
yauX,' said he
IL mean she said, finding it slll more
difficult, 81 want no more flowers
"Oh, Is that it?' he said, with his cool
smile. Certainly not, | thought they gave
you pleasure. They shall not trouble You
further
"a don't know why they should have troub
led me at all" she cried huty.
"Nor either said he.
And will not submit 20 such pcrsccu-
OF me to this person and writ
ing of me to that"
Really, Miss BcllcschcvauX, | beg your
pardon but am at a loss to understand
VERY well, then. only don't do II any
more| she exclaimed,
Don't do WHAT"
i''h h'NNt lll' Al ''i'l' va N'h''i '''t.'ii
with the other teachers
81 assure You, Miss BclleScheyauN have
never done anything of the kind
at is quite idle for you to say SO when |
Know 10 the contrary. And be SO good as to
write nothing more about me, either
write about YOU: Upon my honor, Miss
BellcschcyauX, | am not aware that ever
wrote a word about YOU
Miss BcllesChcvauX made an impatient
movement 1T is OF no use TO talk about il
but when the preccprcsS repeats your words
Ia me- and when Miss Marley brings her al.
bum with your writing in it have right 10
insist upon no more of it. | don't wish for
any more expressions of admiration"
"Ah, indccdr said Mr.. Mowbray. pray
allow me to explain. Miss Marley brings
verse Of her own selection to copy into her
album, and asks of whom II reminds me. Not
having had the pleasure of this interview, !
frankly say, of you-judging her TO be suffer.
ing from one of her acute cnthuSiasms. For
the rest, do not remember 10 have spoken
of you"