Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-03-31

| the picture, and seemed to draw salts
! fed breath. II dare say it's all right !"
he said.
;'Will you please count the money!"
| Here was certainly very positive
young lady. John did as he was re-
CURED.
SIS it all right?" she asked.
s.Oh, yes,' he hurriedly said. 'squite
right;;' and then after seconds pause
-ssouite, right. I'm sure I'm very much
Obliged to YOU. It didn't make much
difference about the money, but should
have hated to lose the picture.
What did Miss Pennyfeather care
about the picture? 'Oh certainly she
said in an Indifferent way, and moved a
1 little apart as though on the point of
leaving him.
care you walking up Main street?" he
asked.
Miss Pennyfeather bowed.
s'And may accompany yous"
eff you want to-
ssPerhaps I ought to introduce myself.
My name is DeIike -John Denike."
Miss Pennyteather bowed again. She
had heard of Mr.. Denike, and knew him
to be member Of the General Assembly,
but Of course, she did not say so. Prob
ably Mr.. Denike was now on his way
from the State House.
II am Miss Pennyfeather," she remark
ed in quiet way.
I, John Denike was now entirely recon
ciled.
'You will pardon me- he said after a
moment, while they walked along to-
gether, "for any implied reflection In my
manner on Saturday.
"Of course will, said she calmly.
1t was the most natural thing in the
world. There isn't man in Chepachet
who wouldn't have expressed the same
thought, and if the boy, Mr.. Denike,
grows up to be hung, some one will write
his obituary and say: In early life he
went to s unday school and enjoyed re-
ligious instructions of Miss Maud Penny
feather. If Miss Pennyfeather had done
her duty by her scholars, would Terry
Mcclure now be in felon's grave?'"
The girls cheeks were flushed and her
voice had severe tone.
Excuse me, Miss Pennyfeather,' said
Denike, gravely; 81 think you overrate
yOul OWu 1CopOA1SAO44Cy.
She shook her head and looked him
earnestly in the face.
s'But somebody SIS responsible, Mr..
Denike; if not I, who is? There are hum
dreds of such children in Chepachet.
They don't go to school. I'm public
school teacher, and there aren't half doz-
en- OF that sort in the village. They won't
come; the principal doesn't want them, if
they would. In Sunday school, my class
is the only one of the kind, and that
wouldn't be there, if I hadn't gone out
and picked it up myself. The superln-
tendent doesn't like ragged, barefooted
boys. He draws the line IF exclusion just
beyond shoes and stockings. But these
boys have souls, Mr.. Denike; and they'll
surely go to ruin, unless they are taught,
not only for an hour on Sunday, but six
days in the week. If the responsibility
isn't mine, does it rest on the church? or
on the school board? or on the Legislature,
Mr.. Denike? After all, aren't you some
what responsible yourself?"
By this time she had stopped in front
of house, and was resting her hand on
the railing of the stoop.
"Th1s is your Aome?" he said, inquir,,
ingly, without having answered her last
question.
eyes," she replied; 6 live here with
my mother"
"And may not call to see you some
time?"
Miss Pennyfeather hesitated-he was
certainly very recent acquaintance, but
he promised to be pleasa Mt one. To be
sure he was interested in another girl,
but that need make no difference, except
as it might define more clearly their own
relations. Miss Pennyfeauher began to
feel quite friendly interest in the pref
ty face which Mr.. Denike carried in his
pocket. So she only said, with a half
smile, in almost the same words she had
used before:
"Why, yes, if you want to-
| Denike. bowed.
"Let me answer your question: he
said, before I go. Of course share the
responsibility with every one else who
iegis lates for the people. But the prob
lem is difficult ono. Maybe you have
some proposition" as he noted her more
eager expression.
The girl gave little low laugh, pei
haps half ashamed Of her excitment.
eyes, have. Mr.. Denike," she said
"indeed it's my hobby. Whenever gel
hold of people who have influence, bore
them with it until their lives become 8
burden. My notion is to start here in
Chepachet an industrial school, under the
school board, where vagrant children car
be brought in and taught some usefu
trade. It's my highest ambition, Mr.
Denike, to have the charge Of schoo
like that"
Her eye kindled and her face glowec
with the words. John Denike, as h
Looked at her, forgot for moment tn
face in his pocket-book, and though
he had never seen a much prettie
picture.
Indeed, Miss Pennyfeather," he said
as though protesting against her sug
gestion that he was bored, II am yer,
much interested. And I'd like to talk tn
matter over with you. Perhaps I can d,
something in the way Of legislation. Ma
come soon and continue the CONVEX
sation2"
Miss Pennyfeather nodded "Yes,'' an
: babe him good-by. Then the door open
I'd on1 ohut on1 Doniko woa loft alone