The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-05-08
PeFiWinkIe.

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Henrietta was girl passed six
teen, somewhat tallish and a littl,
awkward; her hair was light. he
eyes blue. and her face not yet de
veloped, but there were the crudi
elements of possible beauty in hei
features. When her temper wa
aroused and she gathered up th,
habitual slovenly expression of he
face into look Of vigor and concen
trated resolution, she was ssplendid.' ?
in the vocabulary of her schoolmates
She was one of those country girl:
who want only the trimmings tc
make fine lady. Rob Riley, fer
his part, did not miss tue trimmings
| Fine lady she was to him, and his
admiration for her was the only
thing that interfered with his dill
Egence. For Rob had actually learn
ed good deal in spite of the edu
cational influences of the school. In
fact he had long since passed out eI
the possibility of Miss Tucker s
helping him. When he could not
"de a sum-" and referred it to her,
she always told him that it would
do him much more good to get il
himself. Thus put upon his mettle,
Rob was sure to come out somehow
at the last. Miss Tucker would
have liked Rob if Rob had not loved
Henrietta, who was Miss fuckers
deadliest foe.
Bring me that slate this in
stant!' repeated the schoolmistress
when Henrietta hesitated, ''and don t
you rub out the picture.' sEl
Henrietta's face took on a sullen
look she rose up slowly, dropped
the slate with clatter upon her
desk whence it slid with bang to
the floor without any effort on her
part to arrest it. Miss Tucker did
not observe-she was near-sighted-
that in its fall and in Henrietta's s
picking it up, it was reversed so
that the side presented to the schOel
mistress was not the side on which
the girl had last been at work. All
Miss Tucker saw was that the side
which faced her when she took the
slate from Henrietta's hand con-
tanned picture of little child. It
was chubby little face with fun
mysterious expression. The execu-
tion was by no means correct. the
foreshortening Of the little bare legs
was not well done, the hands were
out Of drawing, and the whole pic
ture had the stiffness that comes
from inexperience. But Miss Tuck
er did not see that, All she saw
was that it was to her eye a miracu-
lously good picture,
"That's the way you get your
arithmetic lesson You haven't
done a sum this morning. You
spend your time drawing little brats
like that. f#-.- $3.50.
" She isn't brat fw
8 Who isn't a brat?'' sss ssor vsag
Periwinkle isn't. That's Peri
winkle.''
g Who's Periwinkle?'' t
She's my little niece. She's
James little girl. You shan call
her a brat, neither @a hssf
"Don't you talk to me that way.
you impudent thing. That's the
way you spend your time, drawing
pietnres.'' su .1sdia
Miss Tucker here held the slate
up in front Of her and stared at the
picture of Periwinkle. Whereupon
the scholars who were spectators of
Misc fuckers Indignation smiled.
Some Of them grew red in the face
and looked at their companions.
Little Charity Jones ratified out
good hearty irrepressible giggle
which she only succeeded in arrests
ing by stufing her apron into her
mouth. f -4r ,It.t5-g.
CHARITY Jones, what are you
at?' a
But Charity only stuck her head
lown on the desk and went into an |
other snieker. aaa i 1ss sasB
Come here.'' sas s.@sa ssrI
Charity was sober enough Row.
Miss Tucker got little switch out
II her desk. and threatened little
Charity. with "a good sound whip
,ing !" if she didn't tell what she
vas laughiag at. a.la isf sse ss
sat the picture" whimpered the
,lild. aafs tHssa 1ef a sea5 gi'ea3
IT don't see anything to laugh
t." said the mistress, holding the
late up before her. esss4'i S - .9f
!. Whereupen the school again show.
a signs of a sensation. ases siH
.fWhat are you laughing at? and
Iiss Tucker instinctively felt OF her
ack hair. Ii
"'Tis on the other side of the
late burst ont Charity's brother,
tho was determined to deliver his
ister out Of the den of lions.sa anfrou
Miss Tucker turned the slate