The Morning herald., 1878-08-12
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the little shop-keeper rubbing her thin
hands together lrelplessly:1 } } L was writing
to brother Joshua away down East, hun
dreds of miles from here, and happened to
tell him, among other things, that the
widow Nay lfhat Helped tsash school here
9nd boa atled With me was going away. j
didn'd dsay d word onszway or the other
about Mr.. Steele, for what did it matter to
me whe ether he was a tyrapt or not? I
only wanted to tell him I'd been alta good
deal of expense in fitting up the room, and
I didn't mind her board money So much
as did to hhavefthe chamber idle again,
and nobody about the house but myself,
though she was poor company at the best,
being sickly in constitution and low in
spirits the most OF the time, and after a
while nearly driven crazy by the. continual
bad dgering and pickering Of Mr.. Steele.
She used to come home at night that worn
out, what With fheI wicked1epsottbe chil-
dren and the eternal nagging of the school,
master, that I've seen shsr put her head
down on the table and cry ftto break her
heart. She said she couldn't please him,
do what she might, and it was running her
nerves to see him beat the boys in the way
he did-she was sure he'd break some Of
their bones. I tried to cheer her as best'I
could, telling Her that the boys bones were
tough, and the little rascals deserved to be,
tepaid up for some Of their dsviltry. After
J an hour or two she'd come round again and
be comfortable, but Ia me what was the
, use3, The next day, perhaps, she'd be
worse, than ever, and the creature's health
beggaatntttp began To fail SO I was glad when she gave
up and wett away. She was very down
hearted, Sam Riley, the stage-driver, said,
all ithe way down TO the train, and .gave,it,
as his opinion that Mr.. Steele was mo- bet
ter than q black-hearted tyrant. ~ Z
satn is such q good-natured fellow thst
It quite wore upon his mind, and he ecStpp.
ped q BIT with me on his way to the ceyep;-~
;s>g trpiplto talk It over. WANTED him hin to
ost some little things for me at Pikeyille,
am and ywb, ybSss ! was making out the memoranoi; r.
am, Sam told me how he pitied what
ever poor body was to take that poor or ca
tures place. "
d, You can jus. fancy how I felt when WI II Sam
drove up to the door that night and l went t
out to get the package, to" see ofo'ner
Joshua's daughter Jsmima on the sea' WIN
Sam, chatting and laughing away as merry
as d cricket. i was powerful glad to see
the child, but dreadfully mortified to find
her tucked up there with the driver. l
told Sam pretty sharply that he ought to
know better, for there was plenty OF room
inside, and I didn't know what the boarders
over the way would think of it.
'HtsShe was bound to ride outside" said
Sam. "and q willful woman must have her
way - sd ..+ta.s -.
sewhy, It's all the fashion up our way,
said Mime. ''The summer boarders swarm
all over the tops of the coaches like SO
many lovely bees; but if it hurts anybody's
feelings I'm sorry. A good school-marm
must mind her p's and q's."'. sF s.arsT
"a school-marm," I said, wondering
what the child meant. iasu si g. W
Then she told me she'd come out to take
that poor little woman's place; that she
had written to Mr.. Steele as soon, as my |
letter was read at home, for she could not
get along with the school there. lsa'o
ut would take saint to put up with
their airs and their interference, and you
know like to have my way" said my
niece Jemima. 90
eyes," said, for I had known Mines
temper from child. Any body could see
from her hair how fiery she was; but the /
dear child was just as the good Lord had
seen ft to make her, and for one never
hold red-haired people accountable for
freaks of temper; only you see how rldicu-
lous it seemed to me for her to teach under
Mr.. Steele. ''Out of the frying-pan into
the fire, Mime" said. ''rhe school
master has it all his own way here and he's
little better than brute. I've seen under
-lify my own eyesa woman heart almost broken
with him. ";gt7 ov .asg 'ap"a F8 I
Then 7 went on to tell how he'd tor
mented that poor widow woman into CIV
ing up the place, and how I'd seen hex