Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1885-08-08
NO. 46. FROSTBURG, MD. AUGUST 8. 1885.
SELECT STORY.
THELITTLE TEACHER

"Haint doin' nothin," muttered thu
big, handsome, tanned-faced boy
rising to his 5 feet 8 inches of per
pendicular height.
"He is, Miss Rolfe; he's got me
stuck to the bench" squeaked little
voice from the same row.
care you not ashamed of Yourself
sir, to torment little boy like Sam,
asked the presiding lady, dark, elfish
little thing, in voice of gentle re.
proof, yet in her eyes was gleam Of
laughter.
81 hain't. He's as big as me-"
"Yes'm; an he knocked me
down s afternoon" continued the
high pitched voice, emanating from
the tonsilar organs of u -boned,
lanky lad, who was valnly endeavor-
ing to rise in his place.
"Shut up, yer sneak I'll smash
yer head when l git yer out" exclaim-
ed the big boy, with a look of disgust,
hurting a book at the squealer's
head.
"Hardin, what do you mean? Pm
absolutely ashamed of You, Tor I will
not say astonished," said the little
teacher, in calm, firm voice, though
her cheeks were flaming. "Such in
subordination | will not tolerate a
day longer. Come here, sir"
He came slowly up to the desk, his
big towering form swaying from side
to side. The whole school held their
breath in awe at the utter unconcern
Of their rebellious campanion.
"Hardin, you have rightfully gain
ed the title of the bully of the
school, but want you to distinctly
understand you will not bully me.
What you have done now merits dis
missal, and from this moment you
are expelled. Co." cried Miss Rolfe,
pointing to the door.
"All right! yer know best, marm.
Only hope you won't repent an bring
me back, as ye've done fore, when
Eve cut shindy, for yer won't find
me. Good by, Miss Rolfe," and with
a short scrape of his awkward body
he caught his hat from the peg and
left the school.
The afternoon passed wearily to
the little teacher; it was no easy
thing to force the rules of decimal
fractions into lot of wooden heads.
The continual buzzing of the school
room made her head ache, and with
a sigh OF relief she put OH her hat and
watched the last dinner basket disap-
pear down the road.
AS she was about to lock the door
a large yellow envelope pinned to 1t
caught her eye, and as it was address
ed in a queer, boyish hand to herself,
she took 1t down.
81 thought you were never coming,
Jean," said some one over her shoul-
der. Starting guiltily, she thrust
tie missive into her pocket and walk
ed down the quiet little lane beside
her companion, tall young fellow of
eight and twenty.
$50 you have given Harry the
bounce" be said, presently.
eyes; I have expelled him. l can
not and will not stand his insolent
and rebelllous conduct, and you ought
to have known better than send HIM
to- school, jack" she answered,
across q field of yellow-eyed
daisies.
~But you could have conquered
HIM, Jean, just like yon have bound
me in iron chains" said her compan-
ion, in a low, fond voice, taking the
tiny white hand in his.
"Pshaw. you need not plead your
brothers cause, Jack. l will not
take him back"
"Never fear, dear; l would be the
last one to ask you. It's no secret at
home about his devotion to the little
there's nothing under
the sun he wouldn't do for you."
"Why, Jack, he is nothing but a
boy. And how does he show this de-
votlon? By putting beeswax on the
benches and throwing books at the
children's heads. lie has altogether
a pugilistic tendency; it's your duty
to cultivate 1T, jack" she said, laugh
ing, yet her mirth had a bitter ring.
"Harry's no chicken, Jean. though
he looks boy, and rather lively.
He was IS last birthday, and so will