The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1880-02-07

:. "duSi ol tnOSe mill peO-
PIE, after all and that this might be a
petter way OF doing 1t than might be
pracnced by any police force. 1t was
very informal school. One girl had
brought her best dress that the teacher
might show her how to mend rent in it.
ana another was trying to knit pair of
nlttens Tor her brother Every winter
mas ITS thaws. Mrs. Wilkin had heart
down under all the crust of opinions
that she had christened duty; she became
interested, despite her uncomfortable
situation.
Inc position was unpleasant. She did
not like playing eves-dropper to this IN
nocent gathering, but there seemed no
help forit. She could not escape through
the locked door; and boldly revealing
herself, and explaining her absurd sus-
PIGEONS, and the remarkable way in which
she come there, was more than even her
thought could endure. SO she kept her
place, hoping that when the pupils were
dismissed she might slip out among them
unnoticed. But when the lesson hour
was over they departed slowly, by twos
and threes, the open door tlinging food
of light out into the hall. At last only
one fingered, and Mrs. Wilkin listened
lntently as she caught his voice.
Now, Tim," said the little knitting
woman, 81 like to have you come, you
know that, and I'll help you all | can,
but you must tell your aunt about it. .
"Well, you see, / don't know what
she'll say" began Tim, irresolutely
But that shouldn't hinder you from
doing your duty"
Don't know about that, said Tim,
still doubtful You see Aunt Liz
beths got an awful mount of duty of
her own, and it's such partic'lar kind
that other folks can't get much chance to
do theirs only when hers is nappin
Why, Uncle Reub gives my mother lots
of meat, but he Just slips it off and don't
tell. ="
"Well, if you don't know what is
right for you, [ know what is right for
me, said the little teacher with quiet
laugh; land [ can't let you come again
until you tell your aunt how you spend
our evenings.
Mrs. Wilkin nodded q vigorous APP
proval, but it was evident that Tim de
parted III Il state OF dissatisfaction.
There was q sound OF q crutch tapping
on the floor, and Mrs. Wilkin remem-
bered that little lame brother had
sometimes gone about with the knitting
woman. They two were left alone in the
room, and went around shaking out the
fire and putting up books and papers.
'Only ten cents week for each one
that's SO little, said the bCyish tones,
musingly.
g Yes, but it isn't 50 very much that
| can teach them" answered the little
woman humbly "And then it's all they
can afford to pay, poor things! And you
know we began more for their sakes than
our own, though We do not need money
Courage, though, JOhnnyl It all counts,
and you shall have your overcoat pretty
soon now Besides, this is work that
blesses both ways-in what we give as
well as what we get"
Ii she could only pass that open door
Mrs. Willin was growing benumbed by
standing so long in the cold Finally
the lights were eXtinguished, and the two
came out. Just then, fortunately, John
ny remembered that they had left book
behind them, and as they turned back
the prisoner seized her opportunity and
escaped.
She was sitting alone by the fire when
Tim, who had made his hOmeward route
sufficiently circuitous to include call on
his mother, returned. He sat down
near her, twisted his fingers uneasily,
and Mrs. Wilkin guessed what was
coming.
"There's been an evenin' school here,
Aunt Liz beth"
$50 | understand" responded Mrs
Wilkin, coolly.
Why, L thought" began Tim, with
wide open eyes, and then checked HIM
self with a sudden reflection that it might
not be well TO recall the conversation of
the morning I'D like to go to it
that is, | have been once or twice." he
said. Fact is, Aunt Liz beth, when
we lived down the river, before you took
me, there wasn't any school for me to go
to- and so I'm behind other fellers. Miss
Kelsey she makes 'rithmetic 80 plain,
and helps me with writin', and So
"You might do worse" said Mrs
Wilkin briefly. Go if you want to.
Only one thing, Timothy Stone. [ won t
have any 10 cent business about it.
Honest is honest and It's worth more n
10 cents a week to teach you anything,
as | know"
Tim forgot TO be astonished at his
aunt's knowledge and overlooked the re-
Election upon himself, III the pleasure of
expressing a desire that he had cherished
secretly but hopelessly.
"She wouldn't take any more pay
cause she'd want to serve all alike; but
oh, Aunt LIZ beth, if | could just give
her and Johnny something nice for
Christmas.
Hump. I'll think about it." an
swered Mrs, Wilkin, not disapprovingly
"'Liz beth" began Mr. Wilkin ner-
vously. the next morning, 81 wouldn't
say nothin' to anybody about thieves or
watchin' them mill folks, if l was you. "
81 don't mean to-" replied his wife,
with an odd quicker about her lips.
Well, I'm glad of it really am, >
said Mr. Wilkin, in tone of great re-
lief. 81 don't think anybody has stole
anything. and somehow it seems to me
as if our duty nowadays is good deal
like it was when them Israelites took
.Jericho-only Just marching against the
bit of wall that's right i'll front Of us,
and lettin' our ueighbOrs take care of
what III front OF him. 1t sort of seems
that way. Liz beth.
Mrs. Wilkin did not answer, but she
took her revenge that evening, when Mr.
Wilkin was going out
Reuben she said, quietly, ST you
see any thieves around our smoke-hOuse,
just tell em there's a couple of chickens
hanging near the door, that | dressed a
purpose It's natural Belinda'd like a
chanon of meat rs we'll rs other folks -