The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1882-06-17

the pretty, round, plump shoulders OF
Lola, for at the downward stroke of
the whip, she had encircled her
brother with her arms. Her eyes were
FISHING through tears J; the bio " had
deepened the scarlet on her cheeks
and lips, and she quietly confronted
the chagrined teacher, who exclaimed:
Will you go to your seat, Lola,
and leave this boy to the well-merited
punishment? Or, since your heart is
too tender to witness it, you may go
home"
"Never!p answered the girl,
fiercely. 81 tell you he shall not be
whipped" Then, as if fearing his
greater strength, she continued plead
irgly: go, sir, do not punish him.
He is not just right, you know, and
when mother died she told me to
always care for and protect him."
The latter portion of her speech was
uttered through sobs, and after a
pause, she resumed: 81 sent him for
something, and dear Robby could
never guess at the time, so am the
only one to blanle.n al O6
Again she lifted those wonderful
midnight eyes, with their long, dark,
tear-gemmed lashes to the flushed and
puzzled face above her. The voice of
the master was husky, as he gave
them both permission to go to their
seats, and when the duties of the day
were over, the scholars gone home,
and he was lingering at his desk over
a difficult problem, the door opened
and disclosed the gypsy face of Lola
Danforth.r
In her arms she carried a mass of
ground pine, intermixed with the
sweet scented blossoms of the trailing
arbutus, and walking directly Up to
the desk of the master, she laid a por-
ton of her treasure upon it, and said !;
at was for these .Robby was late to-
day, sir. L said Iwished for them so
much and-and he thought he had
plenty of time to get them where the
snow had melted off. Bat he went too
far and got to dreaming, as he does
when he is alone, so you see it was 1
who was to blame, for I should not
have said that / wanted the flowers"
" You are a very brave little girl,
and / greatly admire the fidelity to
the trust imposed upon you by your
dead mother. Still 1 ought to DO
something to cure your brother CT the
bad habit of lettering On the way to
school," was answered.
" Yes, I know, sir, but you must
never strike him." lle s.55 r. 4oe
And you must never dictate or in
interfere with my duty. However, /
ana sorry your innocent shoulders re-
ceived the blow due him and next
time remember to keep your seat"
II can't do SO, sir, and you shall
never strike him." ef
" And what would you do, little
impertinence, should I some time
deem it necessary ?"
- believe 1 should kill you ~ and
with flashing eyes she involuntarily
closed her little brown hands into
pigmy fists, and then, as she saw him
glance down at them with an amused
smile, continued: "No, perhaps I
could not do that, but I should hate
you, and nothing could induce me to
ever come to school again." p7
"Then let US hope peace may reign
between us, Lola, until the end, and
that I am forgiven fer the blow of to-
day"
He extended his hand. She laid
her own in it for an instant, and
flashed upon him through her tears
wondrous smile that lighted the dark
gypsy face as sunbeam out of rain
cloud. Then, placing another bunch
of the perfumed, pink, shell-like
flowers upon his desk, she turned and
vanished out of the open door and
down the mountain side to join her
waiting brother. q p
When the master reached his board
ing. house he questioned the landlady,
Mrs. Lane, regarding her singular
pupil, Lola. He learned that when
she was but four years old, ady and
gentleman stopped at the village inn,
the gentleman too i'll tosproceed. The
physician who was summoned pro-
nounced it a severe case of smallpox.
They were at once isolated in little
log cabin far up the glen, where lived
an old lumberman and his wife, who
kindly took them in. They were
Lola's parents and her father soon
died. The mother shortly after gave
birth to poor, sickly baby as unlike
his sister as possible. Mrs. Danforth
was said to have been Spanish and an
actress or dancer-Mrs. Lane did not