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

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Quoted the interview better: it was ne tina
WAS the patrician, and she-she had dom
dishonor to her bloodl She would hav'
given the world to leave the, school: Mr.
Mowbray had promised the principal tt
remain till spring. What an unblusbtnl
fool he had sedh In her! And from tina
moment she thought Of him as something
very far from a fool-infnitely noblel
than herself; and one day she wished she
had never seen him; the next, would have
given years life if he had never heard
of her; and the day after, longed to show
him she was not so bad as he thought. II
Mr.. Mowbray wanted redress, he was fas,
obtaining it, for Louise Belleschevauz
was thinking altogether too much of him
She observed him now, from her desk
through the glass door. There was some
thing very gentle and fine in his manner
with those he taught; he was not so plain
as she had supposed; rugged features to
be sure, but who could be plain with those
great deep-set eyes and that smile! She
listened when the door was ajar. He had
singularly clear and penetrating voice
How lucid be made the problems! she
might have known something if Mr.
Mowbray had been her teacher. What
nows Well, the Mowbrays might be as
good as the Belleschevaux, and If they
were not, were not all men equal before
Gods Miss Belleschevaux was becoming
little radical. She used to listen to him,
too, talking on Indifferent themes with
the principal in the long recess. Well,
she had wrought her fate, she must put i,
on and wear it; the patience she had used
in accepting poverty and work she must
use in accepting the disesteem of this one
man in the world. So she plodded on hel
dreary path and, as before, nobody knew
what it cost her. There was NO CHEEKY
good-morning now from any deep voice
there were no more flowers to brighten the
day, to take to her mother and the chill.
dren at night; yet if she missed them, she
deserved it; she must make amends by
Frightening the day to those around her
And she did; and the girls began to say
never any body taught like Miss Bellies
chevaux-she was just music ITSELF
while the old preceptress assured them
that blood always tells"
Thus through the long dark half of the
autumn term, through the beginning OF
the winter, the dark days when life and
gloom seemed one. There was little
pleasure in the school, and home was SO
changed that there was little solace there.
She was thoroughly dispirited and more
than once she might have been seen lin.
gering after the rest at close Of day, with
her arms flung across the desk and her
head fallen between them, abandoned to
her tears. She was very unhappy, and
she learned at last that she had brought il
on herself, that her heart awoke too late,
and the light that might have burned an
eternal altar fire she had herself put out.
She grew worn and thin a sad smile played
with the dimples now, although they were
just as lovely, but the rich color, slowly
waning, seldom hung its signal on the
soft cheek, unless some voice startled her,
voice that her heart sprang up to meet.
She dragged herself every day to school
and it seemed to her that instead of the
grandiloquent legend over the gate, should
have been written, abandon hope, all
We who enter here" It would be vacation
soon; the second half of February was
breathing space; he would I've gone; and
she would escape her troubles or gather
strength to endure them.
1t was the last day but one of the term.
Mr.. Mowbray left on the morrow. As she
heard the regrets everywhere about her,
her heart sank. The hours crawled. At
Tenth the bell struck, the files departed
she was left alone.
Alone? MIR. Mowbray, behind the glass
doors, was sorting some final papers.
Could she let him leave with this cloud
over her? Fear shook her. But no; at
any rate she must dispel that; and all at
once she walked, not boldly this time, but
twice turning back on the way, to his
side. He did not look up at once. She
put out her hand to attract his attention
it fell on his; then he rose. She was
stone; still; not a word came 10 her.
"Can I help your" he said.
"Mr. Mowbray, I want to beg-your-"
And she broke into a flood Of tears, and
ran away too fast for any feet to follow.
1t was harder work to 90 to school
next day than any she had ever done; but
she must; and, white as little ghost, she
took her seat at her desk, to blush on the
of orange blossoms scattered round let
ter lying on her desk. Miss Bellies
chevaux has a valentine!" cried the girls.
But just then the bell rang, and she took
her letter and one great sweet blossom
with her to her MUSHROOM, where she
would be alone till she summoned her
class; and she tore the letter open, and
saw the verse she had seen once before,
and below it, to complete its use, another
verse of the same poem:
~ love her with love as still
As broad rivers peaceful might
nh h. Soh< ton 1sSSul mill
Goes wandering at its own sweet will,
And yet doth ever low aright;"
and beneath the whole, as if he had been
proud to set his hand and seal to it,
was the boldly written name of John
Mowbray.
There came tap upon the door, and,
as she would have concealed the letter, it
opened, and Mr.. Mowbray himself came
in. She thought she was dreaming, she
did not dare to look up. He walked straight
to her, and took the hands with which she
was trying to hide that she had been hold
ing the letter to her lips.
''Are you going to answer my valentine?
Are you going to wear my orange flowers ?"
said he. "L Look up, and lie, me read the
answer in your eyes. Tell me did not
dare too much" And she sat still like a
statue, "Are you really little frozen
jasmine fower?" he cried; and he bent
and kissed her. "Did you think l could
live every day of six months under the
same roof with you," he murmured, land
not learn to love you? And did you think,
my darling, my little darling now, that 1
never saw the change stealing over you,
like sunrise into the sky:'
And when the principal, in a neat
speech of regrets, formally told the school
that Mr.. Mowbray left them that day, he
added his regrets that Mr.. Mowbray was
10 take Miss Belleschevaux with him.
Ha7per's Bazaar.
To Start Cuttings.
Cuttings of many plants can be readily
started in water; and in the early spring,
if you have not a greenhouse or hot-bed,
it is the safest plan. ts
Fill small bottles or Walls with warm
ish water, remove the lower leaves of the
cuttings Ito be sure to have q bud ut the
basel and put them in water; hang up the
vial to the windOw-sash, tying q string