The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-02-23

F"A And upon these depend every
/ thing" be replied. HCom& put BY
your work, and let us 80 what we can
4 DO IN first attempt" .nH "
II was no use 70 refuse. His was one
Of those masterful natures that always
conquer, Hall an hour after. 1 was
sitting close by his side ~ the table,
with Charley's slate under my blurred
eyes and Charley's pencil IN my trem-
bling fingers. The rosy evening light
streamcd in upon us, the soft south
( wind bringing resinous odors through
the window from the woods where
Charley yet fingered.
| "Now, my dear Mrs. Sweet, y said
Mr.. Slade--and theivery gentleness OF
his tone, the tender rendering OF MY
name, made me shiver and shake; for
couldn't get the thought from my
head that when he was gone there was
nobody left 10 deal tenderly with me or
mine" now pray try and give your
thoughts to the subject in hand. 1t is
the simplest thing in the world; and
these rudiments once conquered. the
rest viii follow. Now, man sold his
farm for %, $50, and fourteen-fifteenths
Of this is seven-ninths Of the cost of his
house, and the house cost 8 times As
much as the store; now what was the
cost of the house and the storep' l
His voice was so persuasive, so dis
tinct, 1t must have beena pleasant voice
TO listen To at the school, even il the
poor little blockheads could make Meth
or head nor tail OF his meaning. look
cd at MIR. Slade, then out of the win
dow, where the mellow light Of sunset
shone, and away over at the wooded
hills beyond, and ! thought how, such
little while ago, 1t was a spring land
scape all bathed in tenderest green, and
now it was autumn, the grass was sere
and brown, the leaves falling, the
branches like skeletons against the
evening sky.
"Madam-my dear Mrs. Sweet"
said the voice Of the school-master, al
beg your attention to these few first
rules. It is distasteful to me to leave
you prey to the coarse habits Of these
village women, who Haunt their finery
in an obtrusive and unbecoming man
ner, and grudge you the poor reward
for your labor
"She said the seams were crooked. |
and perhaps they were," said; for !
knew he meant Mrs. Chapel "I'm
not very good at sewing, or-or any
thing" Then two big tears rolled out |
Of my eyes upon Charley's slate, and |
blurred the schoolmaster's pretty fig
ures, which so distressed him that he
got up and took turn about the room. |
Then he came back 10 the table again. |
"Dear Mrs. Sweet" he said, quite
"if you would only make |
up your mind to master these first rules
A man sold his firm for IS, $50"
"And I'm sure he got good price
for It'll broke in; ssand whatever he
got for his house, il must have been all
It was worth. AZ for his store, don't
want to know any thing about ii; |
can't zee that it's any o. my business,
Mr.. Slade, and ! cant bother with il
Just now. II II was . house alone, or
. store alone, or q farm-but TO cut
them all up and put them together
again like . patchwork quilt Is impos-
sible for me- 70 think o., Mr.. Slads. L
can't do Il, never could, and it's RI
|diculous to- ~ me such thing. MIR.
Slade. All I can do AFTER you 90 away
Is to go on WORKING for Mrs. Chapel
till 1 drop dead; and If it wasn't for
Charley, wouldn't care how soon that
would be. 'sAff ftNt3.t
Then put my head down on the Ia
BILE and cried, ready to break my heart.
l couldn't help it. | was the most
wretc he'd ere ature IN the world, and my
heart was full. couldn't help the cry,
and I'm glad now that did.
For suddenly felt mis- strong arm
tremble % the back Of my chair.
IA"k is Sd sad and Terrible" / said,
ITO have the seams always crooked,
and Mrs. ChappeI-"
Confusion to Mrs. Chapel and her
crooked seamsi Tell me, madam
Mrs Sweet-tell me, dear little heart,
would it not even be better TO give over
your future TO grim old pedagogue
like meP IL shall nc least be free from
crooked seams and puzzling problems.
Iheaved \ little sigh Of relief, and
his strong arm fell shelteringly about
me.
"If Heaven will vouchsafe 10 me-"
be said, getting back to his dear old
wordy way, ssyour sweet companion
ship for all the days to come, can
even find il in my heart to be grateful
TO Mrs. Chapel, and wish her we'll"
don't know what said, but every
body knows that never could see any
fault in Mr.. Slade, and | don't to this
day He fills his professors chair, and
have ever 50 many comfortable ones
at home. Charley II splendid mathe-
matician; but there is little fellow
just creeping into fractions, and he
came 70 me the other day, his dear lii.
tie brains sore with puzzling over the
same sum. M
And please, maulma," he begged,
"a man sold hrs farm for $500, and