The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-04-23

1kNk0 dS Olic OAIue
oalied It, to the u~nfortunates whose
psdAi extremities were within range of
IL blast, which blast caught up bits Of
papsr III quite i realistic fash
Ion. The hanging Of the splint cur
5taiiss must have bean designed by the
s~congiomerate brains OF the entire
school board; for surely no other
mind or minds could have been equal
re such g strain upon stupidity as
tilted the tops Of those curtains at the
enact angle to throw a beam Of sun
Light just across the scholars eyes
like q golden riband blindfolding those
youngsprinces on the royal road to
learning.
However, even in this dingy room
some :small, very small concessions
had been made to the artistic, for a
W0od-cut Of the father OF his country
hang, very crooked, 80 high in onecor-
mo- that no one could see it without
turning 9 back somersault; and amer-
cy It was, for the stupid dignity of the
figure and the benevolent idiocy Of the
face e~xasperated one to anything but
emulation of the virtues OF the illus
trious deceased. In fact, Tom Smith,
buzzing over his dates oneday, with his
fiery head resting on his chairs back
and his eyes wandering about the cell
ing, upon discovering it had whispered
across the isle to Jim Jones: .aThat
there Washington's a COMPOUNDED old
muf.D Whereupon Jim Jones burning
with patriotic nrdor, had invited him
to have, in the coming recess t'every
bone in his body broke but in his
wrath, catching sight of the picture he
cooled down, and gave q nod in which
appreciation, disgust andapology were
adroitly blended, and handed overhis
best agate as a peace offering.
Then, too, there was a chrome OF
colOrs 80 brilliant as to merit the bon
mot of a local art critic with regard
to the pastelle of Bacher's in our
recent art loan, ia telegram of col
orr
Neither of the beauties did Miss
Whittemore notice in her brief survey.
Poor thing, the day had been an ex-
ceptionably hard one. To begin with,
she had oversight, and then hurried,
breakfastless, through two miles OF
depressing fog to school, was q minute
late, and had entered such fact upon
her report.
Then the scholars had unusual
ly noisy and troublesome. Bunyan's
Pilgrims Progress had been the spell
ing in vogue. Minnie Gray had failed
on every question put to her in his
tory with mild expression Of grieved
surprise that she should be asked
any; and when Miss Whittemore, losing
patience at last, inquired,"Wh is the
president of the United States?" she
had camly shaken out her long curls
Their brains had all run to hair) and
answered, HWhy, Miss Whittemore, I
don't know. You didn't tell us to
learn that" Willie Black eithercoull
not or would not understand that i.
bin had two sides and two ends; but
the climax had come when Ernestine
De Lorme, with a self-approbative
smile, in reply to the question, "What
Animal in Siberia is hunted for its
furf" had made answer. 1.-THE sponge"
Beside all this, shehad been mortl.
fed and wounded by the impertinent
remarks OF al illiterate parent who
came to avenge a fancied slight to her
young hopeful, a brutal, cvergrown
boy, with just enough intellect to play
marbles and chew tobacco.
After the session, she had given
some assistance, heard corrections.
posted the register, made out the
~ an hJyy 1Anrn,sf ,,,hioh ,.o,,r1J aNI1
killing off of an unaccounted for hoy,
had out her cry, and finally rousi.lg
to the fact that it was almost dark,
had taken her roll OF examination
papers, which seemed audibly to as
sert: "WeM sit heavy on your soul
tomorrow" and struggled along the
muddy streets. trying toforget the an
noyances of the day, to conquer the
rebellicns thoughts arising in her ach-
ing heart and to attain to mood suit
able to the season.
Reaching home, q small room in the
third story, back OF aboarding-house,
dedraggled, exhausted, lonely, she
sank into chair, gazing out upon lit.
tered back yards and dripping roofs
flor the weather was un-Christian, as
the landlady had asserted, adding;
tSuch days is SO opsettin'"l, until
the tea-bell summoned her to hear
Mr.. Deans nocturnal remark and Its
accompanying chuckle: "Evenin'
Miss Whittemore. Ben a-teachin' the
young idear how to shoot?o
Later, sitting in her room, she heard
the door-belfs ding-a-ling-ling. What
is there about o ling that always
arouses q pleasant sense Of expecta.
tion3 mo one for me-" was her sec
0nd thought, s.unless its Jane for my
clothes So when the stupid maid.
os.all work appeared and said briefly.
eur you" Helen bade her ask upthe
girl. What then was Ter embarrass
mentgupon seeing a stylighyoung lady
and g very proud looking gentleman
4 enter.
Helen began apologies, but Miss Hill.
dreth interrupted with, Job, I'm GLAD
Of the mistake so that my brother
hi, Hildreth, Miss Whittemore-(witi
y 8 birSSlsli nod of her sunny head to
ward where he stood), and myself
might come up to your pleasantlittl
MD meet you unceremoniously;
You 9 you're Jamie's teacher and
he's%f0rsysr quoting you as il
you were ID tenth muse. Well,
father inquired and found you were
the daughter Of his old 5chum, DR..
Whittemore, whom he loved like q
brother; and he asked me to- call i'm.
mediately and try to win J hi friend.
nip. And Mumzy-that''s my moth.
er-wantsto know, providinRyouhav