Arizona weekly enterprise., 1881-10-22

1t would do me good, beside giving the eacher little help. She looks as If she leeded help.
 So it came about that Mildred Parme 1 r, meeting tine children in the roud, D rly next morning, introduced herse; l them as the lady who would take are of them till their teacher got well
 It was queer little log school-house D which they went, one of the prim 1 rye sort. From all the windows w-r.
 agnifcent views of the mountaus | out Mildred improved even on that ad vantage by occasionally having recita- tlons out of doors, departure from the | orthodox fashion very gratifying to th.. l youthful mind. She had little contact ~ith the country people, and the pecu- iAr dialect, the homely simplicity ot i fife and marked character sites of he. 1 pupils continually amused her.
 Bobby Whitman, her youngest scholar, had strong propensity for chewing gum, habit which seriously interfereu 1 with naturally defective articulation. put one which he sacrificed for the good. graces of his teacher.
 ] With Maggie Wetherbee, one of her ddest pupils, she formed almost an int 1 nacy, listening with interest to the lon ! confiuiences twanged through vers 1 pretty nose about the trials in tendin, the baby, picking the garden sass 1 and laying down pickles. Poor Maggie, she learned, was also l the victim of an ardent attachment 1 ,everely disapproved at home, for 's and 7" employed during having on her ,tther's farm. Between these two ex- remes in age. she found almost eyer1 rariety of taste and disposition, re- zing that she had entered on fertile l -id of usefulness and enjoyment
 She wrote to her sister very comca' count of her experiment, laughin ,ud as she pictured the disgust of he ,dy mother, indulged in the wildes 1 dreams of an independent career, and r 1 few weeks had become convinced that
 ere was really great deal in life worth living for.
 week to "rid up" the school-hous :. as n,. termed 1t, and Mildred wondered for two successive days at the cluster of flowers which she found on her desk The great double geraniums seemed to lash their scarlet glory all over the oom and the heliotrope, too, her favor te flower, in masses of purple beauty, filled the air with it's fragrance.
 spray of it, with 8 few delicate ferns mother of her delights, was laid upo he Bible opened at the chapter with which she began the days exercise Harley Jones had certainly taste and appreciation for which she had never given him credit
 He was vigorously cleaning the black beard one morning, and she came in just in time to see the last few words as he erased them. The writing struck her peculiarly.
 "What did you rub out, Harley :" he asked, hanging up her hat in the yorner.
 Something you writ yesterday, Miss Carpenter was writin' it over"
 She smiled at the name He never could get 1t right, but she corrected the I other slips in his speech. You mean something, Harley, and you shonld say I wrote it Can you re. I member P ssss He ss.sszasz.e ;z Lssoaass, a-;r,--,lss.f . A .yolee behind them. [. I seen him when I come in. | 70, Johnnie Mack 7" was the teach CTS exclamation, "after have told ym so many times" Yet no possible mutt ation of verbs seemed to affect her lov. for the offenders, or to diminish ht patience with them, and in the course the day she noticed that Harley Jon had really made vast Improvements his copy-book. But she had occasion t reprovs Maggie Wetherbee as the, walked home together that night.
 q saw you talking with man th morning, Maggie, when I came aero
 he lot. Is it possible that you ne
 my one in that way outside your father hnuse?"
 "But it wasn't him, " stammered Mag gie, growing red.
 Him Who?"
 "Why, Bill, that told you about.
 ,lidn't expect to meet him." she aid. growing redder under the consciousnes
 If how easily the stranger could maA
 ,er false to Bill. "He's boardingsom,
 shere round, and just asked how 500
 school would be out. He's drawing
 icture of our school thai
 tIl. He had lots of pictures in a big fp
 Dook."
 A strolling artist, Mildred thought
 he knew nothing about artists, but ht
 tn idea they were rather inofensive pee
 ole. Still she determined to watch Mag gle She must not drift into any danger
 Mildred went earlier to school the ne1
 morning, earlier even than Harley Jone.
 Fresh flowers were on the desk again, br
 with Q great start she saw the figure
 man at the blackboard writing. ["
 m he1e," were the words he was rapidl
 racing with the chalk, "and must SC
 you if"
 Just then he turned, conscious of
 resence, but not before she had reco' cred her self-possession. Good morning" she said, quietl, 1 extending her hand, and, with smil, glanced from his face to the blackboard He caught her hand and held it. l Mildred, are you ready to forgiy
 me yet?"
 She drew her hand away and steppe back. "I have nothing to forgive { you, Oscar. I was angry when I sa r YOU last, but I was the one to blam, Forgive me-"
 He looked at her in astonishmeni
 she seemed so utterly unlike herself. P "And have you got over your love c well as your anger, Mi i'dred?" The quick color fl shed all over h. C lace. She looked like herself once mo 2 as she answered
 ; "That question is in poor taste, Csc 6 Brant. have not congratulated you E your engagement to your cousin Ella. To so heartily" she went on, plungil
 long into a chaos of words lest sl n ,hould break down utterly ''she is got l. and gentle and-and everything that Il m not. She" her voice failed h
 after all.
 $ "Why, Mildred. what in the wor Il are you talking about?" His arms we e around her. She was sobbing on |
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