The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-02-13
Tue Ibibo0ous Gcntilael
SATURDAY, FEB. 13:lSS6.
"SCRABDLE-HILL DEESTRfC'
By MAUD MEREDITH.

.choo,. There's three great frIIels hreii
licked AID Inine' OFT ont, hand ran
min, and liz II" alIhty use,'
.W a4.nuw | tell We. Ms F. lies.
thet there gal'- got grit ; and She I">
got thu mu-t c1nricttH WAY with her
thar even W see. III iesk her TO key
thu scilo / though III eo@d shape, sec I .
she don't -
"E-.-r-,." Ms Fisher answered
with an ominous shaking of the heal.
'You'lc Just sot on havin' on er,
that's what binds you. Now thries
Tilu,y k"nt, dye '>po>- IA yoang G'is
a yoin' TO handle her. when them great
men folk couldn't do IL thin. with err
l tell We, ye've jest wasted yer time tnr
notllin' f1oin' aroand art-r Il woman
teacher. even IF you could get her a lit
tie cheaper. The de>tric is glad enough
to get IA teacher cheap, bat what wrs-
got to have is some Que us kin jes' lick
'em rigiI dozen tot. An yon know
thet's wells ! do"
Tlict' ; lcs. what | tole the dcac"n,'
Mrs. Whlppum added meekty, glaze ns
furtlvely toward where the deacon sat.
Now there's my boys. Mrs. Fisher
resumed, they're no WAYS bad boys.
they mind me; bat l know jrs' how IL
be, they i-, naturally won't pay il
grain Of '@lention to IL ffidie-fadd IN
sort of IA gal, an it won't be my blame,
nuther. if they don't Deacon Whlp
pun.
Yes, they do mind what you tell
'em-som-time-,' the deacon said. with
a merry twinkle in his grey eyes.
But bein' as its winter. the -chool-marm
won't have the advantage that you do.
seem there amt no rake stales round
at this time o yea.
Wall. | don't deny have took rAk-
stales to 'etn, more particularly when
I've been lskin' after the cart, but that's
jes' what boys need. That's what I've
been %teliiu' on We.
Wal, Wal, We'll see how the school
marin comes out. And you can |e>
tell 'em AT school commences the tust
Monday arter Thanksgivin', an tell
your boys to be on hand sharp. And
as though to end the argument, the !-a
con took his hat down from the nail,
and w ut out TO attend to his Chores.
After that the gossip d.ifted off into
different channels, the guest do lug the
talking aud mild, reticeu: Mrs. Whip
pun listening attentively.
The first Monday arter Thanksgiving
found the little brown school house well
filled with half grown girls, and a lar
ger crowd of boys clustered about the
outer door. Surely the scholars We're
prompt enough on this first morning.
at least and the boys We're trying, in
their stupid way. to sharpen then dull
wits at each Others expense. a process
that had all the charm of novelty. since
they had for the most part been widely
separated during the working season.
They were also anticipating a little
coarse though lively fun when Dca
con Whipum should drive up with his
lame old mare and the a%ntiquated vel
low pung, that had done service since
long before the earliest recollection of
any of them. Not that the boys dis
liked, the deacon, not in the least =; he
was a very genial and popular man,
but they were Enthusiastically vulnera
Bile points about the deacon's turnout.
and they saw an opportunity to embar
rass the new teacher and thus score a
point at the,very outset.
But while they stood..shiveringabout
the door, kicking the new snow from
their cold feet, and wiping their red
q noses. a gay jangle of bells cut through
the frosty Dir, and a handsome horse
and cutter, the very handsomest the
children had ever seen,-dashed up to
the door, aud an equally handsome
young man sprang out and assisted a
pretty little lady to alight.
You have a nice crowd of boys, Miss
Grey, the young man said in a half un
dertone, yet somehow sufficiently loud
to reach the ears of the gaping boys.