The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1880-11-20
CEI.IA'S COMPOSITION.

ayOrite in school. NO mater now ioAs h
" hard the lesson, the first little face q
o brighten as the teacher mar kcd 1t on !,
% the class was sure to be Cclla '
Browns: hers the first voice toexclalm: @
''Oh, I reckon we can get it II we 'ry +
right hard; and | certainly Will 10 G
Ihat'
Accordingly, Miss Nelson was pre- l
pared to receive y bright look OF acqul' =,
essence from Celia, at least, when she {
one morning announced to the httlc $
class that a composition would be OK. {
pected from each one on the FRIDAY OF
the following week, but she was dlsap- ,
pointcd. TO her surprise, Cclias face
said as plainly as words could have ,
spoken, /" l can't possibly do it, Miss
Nelson, and it's Of no sort Of use to
try ....,o,;
..What are we to write 4 compost
ton about, Miss Nelson?' asked one
Girl, whose face matched Cella's IN OK
preston. IL don't know enough to
Tell Of any one single thing in this whole
world!'
Miss Nelson smiled.
"Oh, YES. you do, my DEAR" she re- Re,
piled, pleasantly. IL think you VIII
lind you know something worth telling
about salt when you put on your think
ing.cap and make up your mind to lry:
At any rate, that is what | expect you
to do-try! And l will let you know
afterward how nearly you have sue
ceeded to my satisfaction
Celia Brown never said word. Shc
inst closed her lips tightly and shook
her head in utter despair. 1t was OF no
use to talk to her; composition she
could not write. Pages Of spelllnls'
half the grammar or geography miles
of arithmetic, would not have dauntco
her ANYTHING like the mere word COM
nosition,, She could not think of any
thing else that afternoon, and at the
tea table she looked so distracted and
was so unusually silent, that her big
brother Tom, Just home from college;
desired to be told if her tongue had
gone out to spend the evening.
80 sister, how you did practice your
music lesson this afternoon" added
little Willie: "you just banged ond
tore! l reckon she didn't count her
, one, two, three's much. mammal: j.,
, "Mamma, Miss Nelson has told all
the GIRLS in nv class to write compo-
sition for next Friday" said Celia, dis
t regarding her brothers personal re.
{ marks, and looking anxiously at he'
q mother; land l know l can't 40 1t
o | Just couldn't do it il it would save m.
n life; would rather undertake to rcclt'
a seventeen chapters of history
!. "Nonsensc," said her father, laugh
= ing: sit is quito time you learned t.
a use YOU mind in composition. Seven
n teen Or twenty-seven chapters Of histor..
Il will not do you half the good that 81!
n lines of carefully-written compositiio,il
~ will do. And you will not find it diff
a cult, Celia, il you do not make up you
~ mind against it: Did Miss Nelson Civ
% you subject?"
10 eyes. papa-salt," was the reply,
d disguised tone. 1.-the idea ,sncn
~ subject! l can't think how anythin
10 interesting could be written upon salt!
-. "Oh. write about the cat, exclaime
A. Willie. IL wouldn't write about sal
"a either; nasty stuff! just write on tt
y. cat I'll tell you exactly what to s a:
= I can write composition. Pooh! 1t
m easy. Wait till mamma sends me ,,
10 school. Now you Just write this. I'll
ny cat is real nice animal. It's got thr
70 white feet and one black one. It's G
i ;1o a SPOT on its breast, too. 1t has TO
~. dear little kittens; and it washes /,
Il. face every morning with hef paws s
h;s ticks her face-this amt nice; but VIII
nle can you expect from poor silly c.
~ ~ It don't know any better. And ours
~. W named Thomas Matilda, after nurs'
in. brother and sister,
ac "Bravo, Willie!' exclaimed his
s a Their, Joining in the hearty laughter
s so the others 1t the little boy. 80 y
49, ~, can write composition. I'd adv
b II sister to call on you for help by
nm. MEANS"
,,m. "That composition might do for y
" Willie, DEAR said Celia, still iaugh'
,,sh ..but l think itwould sound rather qu
,n,s to Miss Nelson"
ser y "Why, you needn't care h'~
sc, so. sounds. Need she, papa? She |
.;n@ S tells every single bit she knows. 1
the the is the way I'm going to do when W
On compositions H.,
''eat said her mother, looking at her. wi,
'e -" smile. .'Just put the thought Of y
IN. Nv il will sound quite out Of your nj
s 49, and write down all you know at
omc salt" 4,
w Af' ten q clock Celia sat down at the
\ ~ table in her bedroom. and made up
ore. mind to try.
: p d. "Salt!" she wrote at the top of
,ften papcr, and then there came IN a,
rIcj pause. "Oh. dear, vhat shall ! say a
tho t? Salt! Salt Well, I'm SUI
"a UT Il don't know ,chat it is exactly, III
-, -, =" it's salt! and here Celia S thoughts
nj Of interrupted by laugh: "ill get
~ ~, 20 20 Webster. She continued, thin
naya. aloud. "Lets see now" and
Moo n;cs whirlcd the leaves rapidly to the
p sont ..lIm! here it is: 'Salt-chlorid
'o cot nf sodium-a substance used for scaso
' 'urso certain kinds Of food, and for
ed in preservation ol l.ie".' ~ :. :. ..uoS,ol
pa naive III the eal.l'' vi =. 80 p>
that evaporation anu cI : .s." ',;..a
- -" Well. I do declare! If that's all
cling Webster mas 20 say - a p~ov anv , =
' st', ~. The idea! Why, 1don't know any
ted it and don h"?~ .nas. .i :,
laving Miss Nelson a - u un,rI, na nor
y are wrissied nel ssad I' famed herse]
~, ', bv her pen-handle, and finally, at "