Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-06-17

An, the eyes coming backi
 Wake, mamma, wakei
 can glimpse of black;
 Wake, mamma wake!
 Now they're shining, dark and bright;
 Fly back, little blankets light:
 Come again tomorrow night.
 Wake, mamma, wskei
 --Iouth's Companion.
 How Miss Jenkins Out Of rs. ], It was writing afternoon n"-saio Miss Jenkins-and my scholars wer. new. If you had ever been teacher my dear, you would realize what tn combination of those two simple fact, implies-the weariness of body and tn utter vexation of spirit. First, there, the holding ( f the pen. If there's on thing more than another in which schol ars exhibit their own originality, 1t is i, managing pen-holder. Then, tbe ink To some it was simply ink, nothins more. To others 1t seemed an irresistl ble tempter, whispering of unique de signs, grotesque or otherwise, to worked out upon desk or jacket, or per haps upon the back of one small hand
 We'll, upon the afternoon of which , am going to tell you, I had had nor, correcting to do than usual, for some O: the scholars were stupid, and couldn' do as I wished; and others were care less, and didn't try. What with tn looking. and stepping, and continua showing, l felt my patience giving way and when I saw that three of the lark es. boys had left the page upon which the, should have been practicing, and wer making "Unknown characters in differ ent parts of their books, lost 1t utteri, "That I will not have, said ] sharply "I will punish any boy who makes |, mark upon any but the lesson-page."
 They were very still for a while Nothing was heard but the scratch scratching of the pens, and the soun, of my footsteps as I walked up all. down the aisles. Involuntarily, foun, myself studying the hands before me a; if they had been faces. There Wa: Harry Sanford's, large and plump, an eabby withal, but not over clean. Hi 'n's" stood weakly upon their legs seeming to feel tic need of other letter to prop thea up.
 Walter Lanes, red and chapped, wit short, stubbed fingers, nails bitten c. to the quick, had yet a certain air (, sturdy dignity; and his ms" if no handsome, were certainly plain, ane looked as if they knew their place. anc meant to keep it.
 Tommy Silver's, long and limp, be smeared with ink from palm to nail vainiy strove to keep time with tongu which wagged uucertajnlv, this way an that, and which should have been red but was black, like the fingers. HE "n's" had neither form nor comeliness and might have stood for "v's, or ever "x's," quite as well.
 Then there was Hugh Bright's hand hard and rough with work, holding tn, pen as if 1t never meant to let 1t go br his n's" aCere ms, and could not b, mistaken for anything else.
 At length I came to Frank Dunbar, desk-dear little Frank, who had bee, real help and comfort to me since tn, day when he bashfully knocked at my door, with books and slate in hand Hi, hand was white and shapaiy; finger spotless, nails immaculate, and his ''l' ; but what was it that sent cold chill over mo as I looked at them? An, m, dear, if I should live thousand years I could never tell you how I felt when found that Frank Dunbar had W1ittel half dozen letters upon the opposit, page of his copy-book.
 "Why, Frank, D said I, "how did ths happen?"
 "I did it."
 "You did it before I spoke ?" said clingiug to foriorn hope. "No, m; l did it afterward. I for got"
 "Oh, Frank! my good, gool by How could you? shall have to punisl you"
 "Yes, 'm''-the brave blue eyes look ing calmly up into my face. "Very well; you may go to tie desk.
 He went, and I walked the aisle again-up and down, up and down giving caution here and a word of asi vice there, but not knowing in the leas what I WAS about. My thoughts wer all with the haxen- -haired culprit, wh' stood bravely awaiting his penalty Vainly I strove to listen to my inwar, monitor. It seemed suddenly to hav 1 become two-voiceG-tle one tantaliz!nc the other soothing-anJ, of course, IL tones were conflicting. | 1Ou u1uSb Pulloll l1ll1, ostil OAGs
 "You mustn't, said the other.
 "He deserves it"
 "He doesn't."
 "He disobeyed you fatly."
 "But he forgot-and he has alway been so good.
 But you promised You have give your word. Here are thirty boys tc whom you should be an example. Dc you think they are not watching you Look at them p
 I did look at them. Walter Lanes sharp black eyes and Harry Sa1iford's sleepy orbs were fixed curiously upon me. Nor were these all. Gray eyes, blue eyes, hazel and brown eyes-al were regarding me intently l almos fancied that they looked at me pitylngly I could not bear it.
 "Attend to your writing, boys. Then I walked slowly up to the desk.
 "You see how it is, said the trouble some voice. "You will certainly have to punish him."
 But I had thought of a possible plal of escape. | Frank, said l, you have been disobedient, and-you know wha I said, but-you are such good bo. that I cannot bear to punish you-no in that way, I mean. Ton may go t' the foot of your class, instead"
 "I'd rather take the whipping" Tht honest, upturned face was very sober but betraycd not the least sign of fear nor was there the slightest suspicion Q tremble in tie clear. childish voice.
 Bless your brave little heart, thought I. "Of course yon would might have known it" and again walked the aisles, up and down, think ing. thinking.
 "You will have to do it," repeated tn voice. "There is no other way"
 II can not,-oh, I can't 1 groaned