The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1883-09-05

for the behavior Of the girls out of recita-
ton hours. Should she lose her place, 1t
will be your fault. And what If she can
not quickly find another ?"
alt will be time enough after COM
mencement," said another voice. Your
parents are coming to hear the lovely
Etude and the essay on the dramatists.
Besides Lois proposed it and urged you
into it and got that funny disguise, and
Lois must have the prize in mathematics"
Morning Glory's fair cheeks burned with
shame, and her head throbbed. 1t was
not till the gray light of the morning had
come and the robins had begun to sing
that she slept.
The chapel was crowded. There were
rows of chairs in the aises for the visitors
who showed great interest in everything,
even the paintings that hung about the
room; for they were all the work of the
pupils, more or less retouched by their
teacher, Miss Olive Lund, who had studied
art in Paris. All the teachers save Miss
McKensie, sat on the platform, and it was
evident everything was going off in a
most delightful manner. And when Morn
ing Glory stood up by the organ and sang
Crock of Ages" arranged as solo, in a
clear penetrating voice that went Straight
to every ones heart, there was pleased
murmur through the room, and even
Morning Glory knew that the strangers
were whispering "Who is that lovely
girlP"
After prayers Madam Lund said, in her
most dignified tone " l regret that l must
announce that Miss Mckenzie, who has
so successfully taught mathematics in this
school the past five years, is unable to at.
tend the examination of her classes and
[ regret that must also announce that
her connection with us ceases with the
current year."
There was little rustic. Some of the
girls thought regretfully of how patient
She was with them when they found il
hard to understand things but most OF
those present cared nothing for Miss Nc
Kense. Something seemed wedged tight
in Morning Glory's throat. Something
that was and yet was not voice said SC
loud that she thought those near her must
hear it.; "What will the poor old parents
do? Oh, shame - 1t was more than she
could bear. Her face grew white as milk
cold dew of sweat started on her fore
head, and she started to her feet. "Don't
Madam" she cried in a choked voice
81 was the man. | tried to scare her.
And then putting her hand over her face
like little child, she sobbed aloud.
The room.mates in No. 40, Hall E, wen
home suddenly, and did not appear at any
of the anniversary exercises. Miss Nc
Kensie returned In the fall, but not tt
spy. That Office was done away with a
her earnest entreaty. And from tina
time, in spite of her shabby toilets ant
big feet, the little teacher became ia
vorite Aud when in the winter she wen
into mourning for her parents, and, re
lieved of their support, blossomed out il
gowns that were tasteful because the,
had pretty accessories, the girls declared
her "iust sweet" When commencement
came again, Lois took the first prize il
advanced mathematics, and Mornin!
Glory took the Latin prize, besides play
ing Beethoven's " Sonata Appassiondte
so exquisitely that Professor Olsdoffe
wept for JOY.
"Of ali mein pupeels in dis institoo
shun, neffer boss one played Beethoven
compositions like dis young lady," b
whispered to the lady at his right hand
"Don't YOU tink she's ISIS wonderful
Hey p
1t was Miss McKensie. 81 think,
said she, softly, "that Morning Glor
herself is more wonderful than anythin
she can do"
"Mein gut gracious, matam," cried tn
professor, almost speaking aloud in hi
earnestuess, "hafn't you learned, wit a
your matimattics, dat wat human pein
can do, ISIS in an exact proportion to whs
he iss? 1t may not pc moosic. 1t ma
pc making parrels, put to proportion is
there, effery time" Elizabeth Cumming
in the Independent.