The Northern Pacific farmer., 1885-04-16

with the exception OF the influence OF
the night before, which naturally
enough she could not dispel and which
could not keep from arising occasion:
ally. We sat on a log and ate dinner,
and Munette's remarks gave me ad-
ditional insight into her close habit OF
observation. When evening came, VIC
stopped at farm house, where the
sad story of the little girl awoke such
sympathy that the kind. hearted house
wife begged me to allow the child to
remain with her.
1T is question that she must de-
Munette?''
Il am surprised that you should ask
me such question:" she replied, ap-
preaching the chair where sat and
taking my hand. "Would it not be
ungrateful in me to desert you SO soon,
or to ever desert you ?''
''She's got more sense than an ole
woman right now," said the host, ad.
dressing his wife. sour twenty-eieht
year old daughter that married last
month amt patchin' to this girl.'
Ivy, Jesperson, said his wife, in
mild censure. "Margaret amt twenty
eight years old"
''She's mi ghty nigh it,
can besides that" continued the
woman, ''she never had no chance.'
''Didn't go to school three months
outen nearly every year, eh ? What
show does gal want, I'd like to
know? This little creetur, I warrant
you never has been to school,"
"Oh, yes, sir. My whole life has
been a school. The old house where I
used to live contains many books. If
you want them you may 60 there and
get them. I shall neverg 60 after them.
l could never read them again.
swell, blast my buttons if I don't
mosv up that way. amt much of a
scholar, but I reckon can worry
through with lot of them"
CHAPTER II.
My mother welcomed Munette, ard
when related the sad story of how T
found her, the sympathetic woman
took the child in her arms and kissed
her. A few days afterwards. when 1
returned home after a short absence;
she flashed upon me in gay red dress.
She was more of a child than had
ever seen her-tnore so than I had
thought it possible for her to become.
My mother was delighted to see her
innocent pranks, and I, for the first
time, kissed the child.
"You have kissed me at last, she
said. sis it because l look better in
this dre.s?'
"It is because you look more like a
child. Before, you reminded me so
much of woman"
"Do not women like to be kissedp"
I laughed and my mother, shaking
her head can see her gray hair now
said: "Ah, Ambrose, our young
girl has very old head"
We sent Munette to school. The
teacher, man who had the reputation
of being profound, met me one day and
said:
''Look here, Munette is the most re-
markable child | ever saw. She has
read so many books and makes me
such wise observations that I am con-
stantly surprised: To tell you the
truth, l cannot advance her. Not that
I am not intellectually able-ahem-
but er-because I do not think that at
her age it would be safe. Therefore |
would advise you to take her from
school. l know the effect that too
much learning has on youth. l know
how narrowly escaped"
When I spoke to Munette, she said:
THAT school is very dull place. 1t
is a constant hum of arithmetic. I
don't like to cipher, as the children
call it. Fractions make my head ache
and miscellaneous examples make me
sick. Let me study at home"
took her from school. She was a
devoted student, but was never so ab-
sorbed that she was oblivious to the
little attentions which woman of nv
mothers age prizes so highly. Munette
grew rapidly and I was pleased to see
that she was daily becoming more
graceful.