Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1877-08-02
Mischieyous School Girls and sus-
ceptible Teacher.

rue, Piloe, PI4'o ~"
have Charlotte Arden. Mischief, mis-
chief, mischief there you have Liz
zie Dane. Look out for them both
Hartl And now, goodby. Illpray
fof your success"
With this my friend, by whose in
Ausnce was installedin the academy
of Marlboro as principal, turned tc
leave me.
"Wait moment, Mr.. JefEries," |
said; "how can keep
"Clear Of them ?" he added, with
sly laugh. DRAW your own infer
ences. Handsome young men, with
light hearts. When you catch a
glimpse of your pupils you will un-
derstand me. 1 haven't been teacher
here for FIVE years for nothing"
Thank youl thank you'
With this gave my friend my
hand, and thus we partetl. An hour
later I was seated at my desk, in The
pleasantest school-room, looking about
me with no small degree of interest
for the two pupils of whom my friend
had spoken, and wondering in the
meantime if his kindly. well-meant
caution would not bring me at once
face to face with the very danger
which he had wished me 10 avoid.
Smiling at my own conceit, and
falling to find in the threescore faces
before me one that was particularly
stamped with pride or one that was
marked with mischief I turned to my
books.
Something like a quick whisper
broke through the stiffness Of the
room as I did SO. l glanced up. Ev-
erv countenance bore unmistakeable
signs Of Occurrences. Smiling again
at my thoughts, turned second
time to my books. and this time .
big apple started from one Of the
back seats and came rolling down the
aisle. The incident. was slight; but,
taken in connection with my redec-
tion and my friend $ parting words
it annoyed me. I picked up the ap-
pie. laid it en- The desk, and glanced
IA the direction from whence it came
Goodnessl What a pair Of blue
eyes were raised to mine at that mo-
mentl Eyes saucy, daring and al
most wicked, which wavered and
frightened like two beautiful stars
This was Lizzie Dane, l was quite
sure of that; the red mouth was
dmpled about by smiles, and the
white chin quivered with suppressed
merriment.
ga good beginning I thought
ait augurs we'll for the future.
Just then the school-room door Wa
darkened, and, looking up, l saw
Charlotte Arden. My friends eau
ton was we'll. How like beautiful
picture she was as she stood there
her fine head, covered with pretty
braids, perfectly poised, her figure
straight, round and perfect, brought
out by the strong, clear light. The
very fall Of the soft, white robe, as
we'll as of her slender, gathered foot
lust visible beneath the folds Of her
sweeping skirt, was artistic. She
stood, as if hesitating whether or not
it was best for her to enter the school
room, and her manner was calm, quiet
and cool.
1rr,zs nrzzre D1ne teIegraphed to
her with her sparkling eyes to enter.
This failing to have the desired effect
she doubled up her white, chubby
lands and held them to her mouth,
trumpet-fashion. I suppressed the
smile that was rising to my lips and
turned to Miss Arden, saying:
Have you selected a seat?''
"No, sir, have not, she an
swered, without moving forward q
single step.
You may doso now, ifyou please. =
I said.
She glanced up and down the long
rows of seats several times, and then
turned to side desk but a short dis
tance from my table.
"This one, sir, she said, raising
her eyes for single moment 10 my
face, and then turning them, indif-
ferentiy, away.
1 bowed in approval of her choice
though, at the same time, it did not
please me. I did not care to have
her so near, criticising everything l
did, and I felt sure she would.
At the quarter-hour OfFs intermis-
sion Miss Arden and Miss Dane pass
. ed The time in pacing arm in arm
! back and forth on the blank space Of
floor before my desk. l could have
wished, and did wish, that they had
chosen any other promenads, but not
knowing how to help myself, unless
l sent them out of doors to play, like
two children in pinafores, l raised
the lid of my desk between their
faces and rnine, and pretended to be
engaged in setting my books and pa
pers to rights.
Children in pinafores | smiled
erimly to myself as the audacious