Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-03
DIM,S APOLOGY.
BY CARRIE w. THOMPSON

DIM,S APOLOGY.
BY CARRIE w. THOMPSON
''1es, / really and truely am sorry,
Kate, but that doesn't make it easy tor a
fellow to humiliate himself y asking par
don of an obstinate. conceited, wooden
headed
ooh, hush, DIM. Please remember he
is your teacher, and you ought to respect
if you can't like him."
Il don't care; can't respect perfect
block OF conceit. Why, Kate, he has no
more sympathy with boys than if they
were SO many fence posts set up in row
cot half SO much as if they were Latin
verbs Or logarithms. I can think Just
how he will look while I am laundering
through my apology. He will finger the
buttons Oh his coat with one hand and
drum little on the desk with the other,
and his eyes will be looking to the right
and the left of me, andS over me, and
through me-everywh but at me- Then
when have done he will cough slightly
and bow an eighth of an inch and say,
That will do, Blair; take your seat ex-
actly as if l had bungled in explaining
problem. Oh! how can do it?"
:" I know it will be hard, BIN, but I
think you would find it still harder to
feel that you owed an apology which you
hadn't made. And you know you really
were wrong, and gave Mr.. Bond some
reason Tor being angry"
/" But l was partly right-to begin
with, anyway; and | shouldn't have
talked half so strong if he had been will
ing to admit anything. But he never
81 am sure you are little too hard on
him, now, Dim. Remember how pleased
hewas last winter when you went through
examination so splendidly, and his eyes
fairly shone when you were reading your
Hannibal"
eyes, he felt as gratifed as he would
to have an equation come right. 1t aoas
sort Of interesting equation, you see,
having his highly superior requirements
for the second. Considered as a sort of
compliment to himself he may like me
we'll enough, but as a boy he doesn't care
whether he uses me decently or not.
Oh! can't and won't stoop to ask his
Ava SAsCASoos L ~ HuAG oSAOO1 ulol.
Two large angry tears stood in Dim's
blue eyes as he made this announcement,
and an expression anything but sorrowful
spread over his fair, boyish face. Kate
dropped her crocheting, rose and laid
both hands on his shoulders, saving,
softly:
81 want to be perfectly proud of my
brother, and how can I be unless he does
what he knows to be right he knows
his mother would wish him to do if she
were here?"
"Don't Kate" the anger suddenly evap-
Grating from the great tears leaving them
pure and tender as tears should be. cpl
try and get to feeling right about it by
morning, it can. l said was sorry a
few minutes ago, but doa't believe l was,
in the right way. Now I'll devote my
time and talents to the work Of getting
sorry"
"As a preliminary step suppose we go
and practice duets awhile" said Kate,
taking her brothers arm and leading him
toward the parlor. perhaps music will
prove valuable assistant in you labor.
Who knows" A few minutes later their
fresh young voices were rising and wav-
ing and falling in perfect harmony, and
yellow canary bird hanging in the window
joined in, and lonely man passing under
the window felt as if he would like to
join in, too, if he had known how But
he didn't; SO he only looked and listened
minute or two and passed on with pleas
ant picture lying clear and bright on his
mind, to look at afterward whenever he
chose. A picture Of warm, bright
room, softly curtained and finely tinted,
and a brother and sister sitting close to-
gether in the brightest, warmest part,
making music for unfortunate shadows
outside to dance to, if they felt like dane
ing.
The lonely man had figure ofmedium
height, firm, decisive step, we'll set
head, and gray eyes and overcoat, the
latter rather deficient as to nap and un-
certain as to buttons, but the eyes neither
deficient nor uncertain in any particular.
He had, moreover, a black hat, except
that it showed pointed determination to
blow off; but this was overruled by the
mans keeping hold of it with one hand
as he strobe along. A shade had spread
itselI over the gray eyes and several
generations of wrinkles took up their
abode between the brows thereof
This lonely man coming from a visit to
nowhere and fastening home to nobody,
was Mr.. Herbert Bond and he was think
ing as he pushed his way against the wind
'How happy they looked, Dimick Blair
and his sister. It must be pleasant to
have a sister with brown hair and a sweet
voice, and pleasant to have a brother like
Young Dim. OF course he will leave
school after what has passed to-day; he
is much too proud to come back, proud as
he is brilliant-and l Inundated him
openly. But then he was arrogant and