Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1876-02-04
don't bring it, she VII have to send


Mrs. Price looked down on the
curly-haired culprit with a twinkle
of fun in her eyes-she had black
eyes, very much like Kim's.
Well, sonny, go get my purse out
of the end cupboard; if / am poor,
it shan't be said | don't do all | can
for my ehildren's education.
Kim brought the purse-a red
worsted one, with steel rings.
| Yes, here's a silver quarter, with
the pillars or it. We are out of gin
| gerbread, and was going to spend
it for molasses; but never mind. ]
know it was hard work TO whip you,
and she deserves the money.
Thank you, Kimball, said Miss
Pentecost, when she received the
bright new quarter Did your moth
er think l deserved it.
Yes'm, replied the boy, his chin
sinking into the hollow place in his
reck.
thought she would. Well, now,
my dear, l shall carry this quarter
home and keep it; and the next time
whip you you must bring me an
other-dO you understand?
Kim scowled down at his little
bare toes, and tried to stick them in
to crack in the floor. Why, this
was getting serious. Would the wo-
man keep on crying Quarters" for
ever? 1t was perfectly ruinous. His
mother had had all she could do to
support the family before; but what
ac0uld become Of them now?
You may take your seat, added
Miss Pentecost, still in low tone,
so that no one could hear, but with
a smile that exasperated poor Tim.
It's dreadful, you see, to be naugh-'
ty; but then, you see, the more |
whip you the more money shall
get; and perhaps before the summer
is out shall have enough to buy
new dress.
No, you, don't, thought Kim, shut
ting his teeth together Catch me
letting my mother buy dress fer
yOu! Why, we've got to- go without
gingerbread to-day. You don't get
another chance to whip me Tor one
while, ma'am-now you see!
To avoid whipping it was neees-
sary to study; for Kim was boy
that must be busy at something. He
saw Bob Whiting go to sleep, and
longed to drop a tame cherry into
his mouth. He saw Joe Fuller
sauntering down the aisle, looking
straight before him, and it was the
cutest chance to trip him up; but
Kim resisted these allurements, and
fifty more, and got his geography
lesson SO well that Miss Pentecost
patted him on the head and said
''That's my good boy" which would
have been delightful if he could
have forgotten that gingerbread
Next day he was studying again,
and rose to the head of his spelling
class.
Why, I haven't had whipping
since Tuesday, thought he, as he
ran home with the silver medal on
his neck.
After that, he seemed somehow to
fall INTO the habit of studying.-
Studying is a habit, let me tell you,
just as playing, though l suppose it
is rather harder to acquire.
The little fellows will was arous-
ed, an that was precisely what he
needed. In Short. Kim had had his
last whipping from Miss Pentecost
or anybody else, and instead of be-
ing her most troublesome boy, he be-
came the best scholar IN school.
| shan't be able to buy that dress
after all, she said, the night after she |
left Skoodac; but Kim, dear, know |
you are glad.
Yes'm, replied Kim, meeting her
eye with smile.
And I'll keep the quarter to re-
member you by. Your mother says
she wishes me to.
Yes'm.
Kimball Price is now one of the
and most respected men
in his native State.
And that man, said Squire Hath
away, the other day in his Fourth
of July oration, was educated over
at Skoodac, boys, in the little black
'chool-house that is SO poor and mis-
srable, that when it took fire few
years ago it, wouldn't burn down.
Mr.. Kimball Price returned from
Europe last May, with his wife, and
heard Mrs. Hathaway say-she was
'nce Miss Pentecost,that he thought
Ter last whipping had made a man
If him.
He wanted that old quarter of a
lollar, said Mrs. Helen Hathaway,
but 1 couldn't bear to part
With it, SO he cut it in two, and we
ave each got half.