Morris tribune., 1883-03-17
WHO WON.

ullA thC DdIl III LII NdEI DOCkCl,
and with.whoop and jostle the rosy pant
ing crowd make their way into the small
| school-house of Maple Grove-that is
all with one exception; naughty Percy
Smith remains out in the yard, seated
on stone of rather large dimensions,
| whistling and whiting stick, his bright
black eyes glowing in sullen anger.
Charles Clark, 60 and tell Percy that
! 7 say for him to come in at once"
Belle Garland issues this order calm
! ly, and in firm tones, but her cheeks
| flame, and her timid heart futters in
spite of all her effort to appear calm: for
/ she realizes the struggle before her-the
struggle that began some time back,
and now promises to reach climax.
The grinning urchin returns few
minutes and reports to Miss Belle:
He says he.den't have to-"
A litter runs over the school, and the
| red dies out of the teachers face, leav
| ing it white and sad.
Every well, We shall see. He must
| obey me ,.or leave the schoo - And then
| the afternoon work begins.
By-and-by Percy deigns to come in,
| and walks ponponsly to his seat, takes
| it with rude thump, and throws
| mocking. defiant glance upon his cOm-
| rades; for Percy is the sQuire's son, and
| the bully Of the school.
percy" sad his teacher, quietly but
| firmly, lyon cannot come here and dis
obey me; either take your books and 60
| home, or quietly submit to my orders"
But Percy remains stubbornly in his
seat, stunning lightly on the desk,
| with his fingers, his cool, daring, hand
| some eyes regarding her IN contempt
nous amusement.
PerceiVing the uselessness of trying to
| deal with her incOrrigible pupil, as soon
| as school dismissed she turns her steps
| in the direction of the home of Squire
| Smith, who is one of the directors, and
the one who insists on his own way.
Percy came by his domineering spirit
honestly" Miss Garland thinks. as she
| walks slowly and sadly on her disagree
able errand.
But Percy has reached home in adj
| vance, and the squire is not in the most
| of accommodating of moods when she
| is announced.
keep my boy out of school? No,
ma'am! No, indeed! We hired you to
| teach our school, and we expect you to
govern it also. lfyou are not ca pable,
| better resign. We can get another
teacher easy enough" brusquely, heart
lessly.
But how can control such large boys
as Percy, when they set their heads in
| defiance of my rules? How can |, with
| out the assistance of the directors, to
see that nv orders are enforced?"
II amt a.teacher,' and don't want to
be bothered about it. Think you'd bet
| ter give it up; you're too young, and not
| calculated to deal with our boys, it APP
pears"
Not alone-no sir. But you will
| please sign me receipt for the money
| due me-"
| Out in to the dark dreary twilight she
| passes, dull pain in her heart, and in
| dignant tears III her eyes for the cruel
| treatment she has received.
Somebody opens the gate for her; it is
| Percy himself; and looking him full in
the eyes, she exclaims impetuously;
II suppose you are satisfied now!
You have won. Will the knowledge Of
| my defeat make you any happier, and
| the thought of the little sister and wild
owed mother, who have only this"-e1,
| tending her between them and
sWeeter?" And she is gone.
With shame-facec, hanging head
| Percy remains beside the open gate
moment, quite motionless; this is a differ
ent view from his first idea of getting
| the teacher turned of.
Poor little girl! 1t is too bad. have
acted like a coWard-but l didn't think.
| ought to have thought, for I'm the old
est by two months; only l was never
poor l don't see what can be done
now"
Pondering long and deeply, sudden
| light irradicates his countenance, and
| he hurries into the house, and donnlng
| a warm suit, he harnesses his fathers
fastest horse to the buggy and drives
swiftly away.
The rain beats in binding sheets on
the window panes of Widow Garland's
| tiny cottage, and Belle, sitting by the
small fire, clasps her hands in her lap
despairingly.
Her mother raises her sad, quiet eyes
an instant, and says:
Better keep on with your sewing;
even at cents piece, it is better than
starvation"
eyes, but it makes my side ache to
-ew so steadily. Oh, mother, I cannot
forget that mans injustice!"
A knock at the door. 1t is only the
postman with letter, which Belle takes
in surprise. noticing the strange chirog-
raj !LW by; rh.t ;s th;.q wbu mot,or
ton in his school, and the salary is 5000!
Oh, mother, am Dreaming"
1t was no dream, and Belle Garland is
a year in her pleasant position ere she
learns whose influence obtained for her
the situation,
None other than your naughty old
pupil, Percy Smith," explains Prof
Strong, smiling at her astonished face.
He is my nephew, and pleaded your
cause so nobly that could but give
you a trial, and | ain more than salts
fed. Percy is now in-college, max
ing fine progress, and thoroughly asham-
ed of his old mischievous tricks"
Three years later fine looking, dark
eyed young man calls upon Belle and
humbly asks her forgiveness.
81 for9ave Won long AGO." she save,
with bright blush, for it is hard to rec:
oncile this handsome courteous stranger
with her old pupil; " and though l suf-
fered at first, my reward was great"
81 not only want forgiveness" little
later he pleads. but something warmer.
/ think loved you from the first. but
never July realized 1t until you rendered
me SO ashamed of myself by those few
indignant words at the gate. have a
beautiful home, good opening in my
profession, and if you could like me a
little, Belle, you will make me very
happy"
And Prof. Strong had to engage new
assistant.
81 thought So" he said. with a sly
twinkle in his eve. 81 am no bad for
tune-teller, and read the signs excellent
ly. But may you be very happy"
And Percy won, after all, as he is fond
of declaring.
Change in Funeral Ceremonies,
The Hartford clergymen, with little