Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-01-22
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ter, meeting the children in the road
early next morning, introduced herself
to them as the lady who would take
care of them till their teacher got well.
It was queer little log school-house
to which they went, one of the print
tive sort. From all the windows were
magnificent views of the mountains,
but Mildred improved even on that adj
vantage by occasionally having recita-
tons out of doors, departure from the
orthodox fashion very gratifying to the
youthful mind. She had little contact
with the country people, and the pecul-
lar dialect, the homely simplicity of
life and marked characteristics of her
pupils continually amused her.
Bobby Whitman, heryoungest scholar,
had strong propensity for chewing
gum, habit which seriously interfered
with naturally defective articulation,
but one which he sacrificed for the good
graces of his teacher.
With Maggie Wetherbee, one of her
oldest pupils, she formed almost an init
macy, listening with interest to the long
condolences twanged through a very
pretty nose about the trials in tending
the baby, picking the "garden sass"
and laying down pickles.
Poor Maggie, she learned, was also
the victim of an ardent attachment,
severely disapproved at home, for ga
hand" employed during haying on her
fathers farm. Between these two ex-
tremes in age, she found almost every
variety of taste and disposition, re-
alizing that she had entered ON fertile
field Of usefulness and enjoyment.
She wrote to her sister very comical
account of her experiment, laughing
loud as she pictured the disgust of her
lady mother, INDUCED in the widest
dreams of an Independent career, and In
few weeks had become convinced that
there was really great deal in life worth
living for.
It was little Harley Jones' turn that
week to Grid up" the school-house, as
he termed it, and Mildred wondered for
two successive days at the cluster OF
flowers which she found on her desk.
The great double geraniums seemed to
fash their scarlet glory all over the
room and the heliotrope, too, her favor
tie flower, in masses Of purple beauty,
filed the air with its fragrance.
A spray Of it, with few delicate ferns,
another Of her delights, was laid upon
the Bible opened at the chapter with
which she began the days exercises.
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?"
she asked, hanging up her hat in the
ao,r,or A.Ns
Something you writ yesterday, Miss
Carpenter. I was writin' it over"
She smiled at the name. He never
could get it right, but she corrected the
other slips in his speech.
"You mean something, Harley, and
you should say wrote it. Can you re-
member 2"
"He Just done it hisself, piped up a
voice behind them. 81 seen him when
I come in.
so, Johnnie Mack !" was the teach
er's exclamation, " latter I have told you
so many times" Yet no possible multi
alton of verbs seemed to affect her love
for the offenders, or to diminish her
patience with them, and in the course of
the day she noticed that Harley Jones
had really made vast improvements in
his copy-book. But she had occasion to
reprove Maggie Wetherbee as they
walked home together that night.
81 saw you talking with man this
morning, Maggie, when came across
the lot. Is it possible that you meet
any one in that way outside your fathers
house,"
ssBut it wasn't him, ;" stammered Mag
gle, growing red.
"Him Who?"
"Why, Bill, that I told you about. I
didn't expect to meet him." she added,
growing redder under the consciousness
of how easily the stranger could make
her false to Bill. "He's boardingsome-
where round, and just asked how soon
school would be out. He's drawing
picture of our school-house-a that's
all. He had lots of pictures in big fiat
book"
A strolling artist, Mildred thought.
She knew nothing about artists, but had
an idea they were rather inofensive peo-
pie. Still she determined to watch Mag
gle. She must not drift into any danger.
Mildred went earlier to school the next
morning, earlier even than Harley Jones.
Fresh flowers we're on the desk again, but
with great start she saw the figure of
a man at the blackboard writing. 81
am here" were the words he was rapidly
tracing with the chalk, sand must see
you if"
Just then he turned, conscious of
presence, but not before she had recov-
cred her self possession.
"Good morning." she said, quietly,
extending her hand, and, with smile,
glanced from his face to the blackboard.
He caught her hand and held it.
Mildred, are you ready to forgive
me yet?" I
She drew her hand away and stepped
back. 81 have nothing to forgive in
you, Oscar. I was angry when saw
you last, but was the one to blame.
Forgive me-"
He looked at her in establishment;
she seemed so utterly unlike herself.
ssAnd have you got over your love as
well as your anger, Mildred?"
The quick color flashed all over her