The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-03-30

Mr., Mowbray was called away. Tho
PRINCIPAL attended to his classes and
bunxled through his recitations, and he
was gone three weeks. "I'm sure you
miss your flowers" said the old Precep-
tress: and all at once the perception Of
her Indebtedness crossed Louise crossed
her in an angry rush Of feeling-she, a
Belleschevaux, to be indebted for what
had been hers in abundance from her
cradlei When Mr.. Nowbray came back,
lshaking hands with one and another, he
paused at her desk. ~ was gone great
while, Miss Belleschevaux," said he
but it is not every day one has legacy,
and" 5Sl' u 80 -. ~ Nt. Z :
1--WE are glad to have you back, Mr.
Mowbray," she said, as loftily Is so
small thing could speak, evincing such
pleasure as might be found in the return
Of blackboard and crayon, and not heed
ing the sprays Of exquisite pink heather
he laid before her. The sight of them,
after their absence, served to remind her
and Conservatives, and moreover that she
owed to this school usher now the simple
commonplace Of her old life. She never
touched the heather, but let it lie and
wither for the janitor to sweep out 1t
was, however, only few days before she
found in the glass on her desk cluster of
little white Scotch roses the quick glance
that saw them there was all the glance
they had from her, and they too withered
untouched. She was with these people,
but not of them; she would not be placed
on the level of such familiarity as the
giving and taking of these flowers, and
she would be the debtor of no such usu-
rer as one who expects gratitude. She
could live without this Mr.. Mowbray's
flowers, and wanted none of them. She
heard it rumored that his legacy was SO
generous he would leave teaching and
establish himself in his profession at
once; she wished he would, and the soon.
er the better. It became more and more
unpleasant to have him place the bios
SONS in her hand; she could not refuse
them without rudeness, and rudeness had
hitherto been foreign to the Bellcsche-
veux. She hated to thank him; if he
had any Interior design, any intention of
thus expressing emotion toward her, the
thing was doubly repugnant-one of these
people daring TO feel, much less express,
any emotion toward her! Since the idea
struck her she Lad really never given him
second look. She delayed reaching school
till the last bell, and she paid no more
| 6lIeutlOu " any AOWCA cuC louAu3 Ill
though, it must be confessed, thata bunch
Of lilies of- the valley cut her to the heart.
and it would have been rapture to bury
her face in them.
"Do YOU know what MIR. Mowbray says
of YOU? ~ asked the confidential old pre-
ceptress once.
| "How should II" she answered, CURLY.
| "He says you are like frozen jasmine
flower"
81 would thank Mr.. Mowbray not to
make me a subject of remark said Miss
Belleschevaux.
"My DEAR" said the other, it will be
silly to pursue that course with Mr.. Now
bray; he is rising man. And young
girl"
II do not care to hear anything con-
corning him." said Louise, gathering her
exercises.
"Ah, Miss Belleschevaux,'' returned
the old preceptress, 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 che Bellies
chevaux family!"
1t was only the next day that one of the
girls-in that worshiping enthusiasm
which many young ladies entertain to-
ward certain teachers-brought an album
to Miss Belleschevaux for her to write
verse on one of its pages. After she had
complied with the request, Louise idly
turned the pages, and her eye was caught
by another verse:
She hath no ecorn of common things.
And though che eeem of other birth,
Round us her heart entwlnes and cliDgs,
And patiently she folds her wings,
To tread the humble paths of earth
Louise sighed as she read it; she wished
she could do as much. ".Mr. Mowbray
copied that verse for me-" said the little
maid; land, do you know, Miss Bellies
chevaux, he said it made him think Of
you"
Miss Belleschevaux shut the book
with snap. This was growing unbear-
allie. She looked through the glass door
at Mr.. Mowbray, quietly listening to al
gebraic demonstrations, and she felt it the
rudest intrusion, the worst presumption
he who might have been her brothers
hired tutor, her fathers clerk, to be
speaking and writing of her in this man
ner, to be presenting her with flowers and
following her with gallantries! She flung
the mornings flowers upon the floor, and
when she came up from her singing. class,
still warm with her sense Of wrong, it
was the recess, and nobody but Mr.. Now
bray was behind his glass door, and she
walked boldly into the little den of the
mathematics. "Mr. Mowbray," said
she-and she had no idea it would be so
hard-'I desire to have the respect of
every gentleman connected with this in
stitution."
II am sure you have it, Miss Bellies
chevaux, said he gravely aud politely.
Il DESIRE" she repeated, o. the respect
of every gentleman connected with this
institution, and 1 want nothing more of
them.'
i" 1 hardly understand you, Miss Bellies
chevaux," said he.
3" mean,". she said, finding it still
more difficult, /" 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"
al don't know why they should have
troubled me at all!' she cried, houy.
"Nor either" said he. .S y. u 4
"And will not submit to such perse-
cution-talking of me to this person and
writing of me to that" = |
REALLY, Miss Belleschevaux, beg
your pardon, but am at a loss to under
stand" "
"Very we'll, then. Only don't do itany
morep' she exclaimed. i
"Don't do what?"
!" Don't make me topic Of converse
ton with the other teachers" -
assure you, Miss Belleschevaux. l
have never done anything of the kind"
81 1t is quite idle for YOU to say SO when
know to the contrary. And be SO good
as to write nothing more about me,
either" H't-'1' ,- a- 3D.. 1
Write about you? Upon my honor,
Miss Belleschevaux, l am not aware that
I ever wrote word about YOU"
Miss Belleschevaux made an impatient |
movement. cit is of no use to talk about |
it; but when the preceptress repeats your
words 70 ma and v IN Miss Marley
brings her album wit Jour writing in |
it, | have right to insist upon no more |
Of it. Idont wish for any more express
sions of admiration" s4
. "Ah, indeedp' said Mr.. Mowbrny.
Pray allow me to explain. Miss Varley