The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1876-02-03

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sGriselda. Griselda. 'shrilly echoed up
the stairway.
L never, never can do it. Nobody
cares if I lose or win; oh, it is sad when
nobody cares" This she half said, half
/ thought to herself as she ran down the
stairs; I will manage it somehow line at
a time.
Idle, Idle, worthless child. bring
fagots and mend the fire; take up the
ashes. The hearth secured and the
ashes untouched, and have you busted
to-day
! Griselda ran for the fagots and mend
ed the fire, and swept the ashes bare and
clean; and peeped in each corner to find
the dust, line after line of the musical
rhyme passed through her mind like the
notes of song. And as she stood with
her duster in the middle Of the floor, she
thought: Il will work and study and
win; the words are beautiful enough TO
learn without prize.
So all that day, and the next and next
the mother fretted and scolded, and the
child slept and woke and slept again,
and Griselda studied line at time in
the old minutes one by one.
In another house, block away, julie
Stevens rocked backward and forward in
her pretty damask chair.
L am tired she said, holding her,
paper doll at arms length over her
| head
Are you ready for the examination
and the prlze?'
No, Merton Stevens, you know I am
not.
How should / know?'
Y on know well enough [ have not
began yet .
Somebody's going to miss it,
then"
No, somebody is not. Clara's away
and Meta is sick, and there is nobody
else in the class that does much but that
odd-looking girl with mean clothes
MAYBE that odd looking GIRL will oct
it."
Merton Stevens, please talk Of som,
thing you know better about. She
learns, / know, but do you really think
Miss Douglass would give bit of a
prize to a bare-footed girl?'
Is the prize to be given for fine
clothes?'
Julie, too indignant to answer opened
a book with an injured manner, and if
Merton had not been making kite with
wonderful hobs. and the paper doll had
not been SO tempting, and if she had
not been so sure of Miss Douglass's good
will-so sure of the prize-she might
have made Roadway much faster and
better.
But the day came when parents and
children gathered in the school-house,
and fond mothers looked tenderly on
their little girls as the questions went
round, and the lessons were heard
Griselda, as she stood in her brown frock
among the gay dresses around, and with
downcast eyes and trembling lips said
her part well, though how pleasant it
would be to have some one to care
Perfect in her answers, perfect in the
musical rhyme over which she had
studded in the snatches Of time. little
Griselda trembled as she stepped aside
from her class and courtesied her thanks
for the beautiful prize.
I shall hate her. WHISPERED Julie,
that dreadful Griselda.'
No, no. whispered tiny girl at her
side, do not hate her-poor Griselda
we must be glad for her-don't you
see that though she has the prize there
is no one to care?'
And Griselda heard Merton say
Y es, little girl, she has something bet
ter: don't you know-she has worked
and won?'
And when, that night, she felt tears
coming to her eyes as she slipped her
prize under her straw pillow, and was
falling asleep to dream dreams, the
words we're sweet to her, as they tripped
through her mind-'She has something
better: she has worked and won