The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-12-01

Tlury was the heroine Of the the schcol
room.
II was almost time 70 call the school
for the afternoon session when Miss Grey
took final look at the hand. now care
fully wrapped up in one Of her prettiest
handkerchief. The girls still elusterel
about them.
Why. Tilury Kent. what lovely I'm
ger nails You have - she cried. . You
must not bite them of once again. and
let me show you how 10 trim thein pret-
lily. l never saw Prettier nails, did you.
girls2-
Tiiury snatchesi her hand away and hid
II behind her.
-Fh' amt, she said Grossly Jabez
calls EN- cats claws and Polly says they
are skeleton b me-. - Ike saIly Thorn
aSes. hate 'em -
Jabez calls them - because they IRE
- thin And that l. one great beauty Of
a finger I.zil. and Polly-weIl. I don't
know what she meant. but / tell you
they are lovely And I'll tell yoH Lou
l shall call you Lou because thai L ~ort
Of 4 pet name-I viii make you q present
Of this little knife if you viii let me show
you how 70 take care Of your finger nails
You deserve the knife anyway, after let
ting me dig after the silver A. I did, and
not complaining a word Here's the
knife. and YOU arr q brave girl, Lou. and
We viii see what pretty hands you'n
have before school closes
She put the knife in the girls hand and
went out and rang the bell
The boyshAd heard Of the injured hand
and the teachers courage and kindness
They paid no attention TO Tilury, Tor she
had always been remarkable for her
grit, a they called il; noone expected
anything else Of her but they had
talked over the new teacher with great
interest
Gosh amt she got pretty iimples
when she laughs. though = JEFF Fisher
exclaimed.
shes the pootiest teacher that ever
cum into this dissreec' anyway s renlara-
Ell Chet. by way Of affirmation
She, blamed leetIe mor-ei a o.
around among al u big feilers,~ BIZ said
glancing down toward the sleeve she had
touche I, but I'll tel We what 1t :, boys.
ef ary boy lifts his finger 10 bother her
this winter, III jest natehuIy mash his
frame fur him
And a. the bell tapped Bill whirled
slowly about and slouched away into the
schoolroom-
The boys glanced at each other with
mods and winks and Rudging Of elbows,
but they were accustomed 70 Bill Fishers
leadership and they followed him into
school
think my story Is abb t told. There
we're days Of bitter cold days of weari-
ness and small vexations and disoom-
forts but there were also days Of sun
shine, Of good lessons, Of merry rides and
Jolly spelling schools, to which the eyoung
folks for miles around came, packing the
school house TO IL utmost limit.
Miss Grey never knew what q load Of
deiznt shame and bitterness she lifted
from the hearts Of those three great boys
that morning by the stove when she
touched the despisei blue and white
frockfng. and told them that she hal
helped weave Just such, and had liked %
10 II. They had been mortified by the
oId-Eshionei garments. and Lad hated
them viih an iInPotent hatred, but one
touch had changed al this, and no long
er feeling themselves the clowns OF the
school. they developed genuine traits Of
manhood. Of which no one ever dreamed
they possessed
The school was success, and shortly
after its eioSe a. deacon Whips.m met
Mrs- Fisher IN the road one day. he s,id
Nith . coniic..l twitehing about the hls
I guess the little school marIn licked
EN- right down to It. didn't she. 1irs
Fiber
Well; / vags Mrs Fisher said
with Z loud laugh. IN have 10 give il
beat tins time I dunno what she done.
but yoa wouldn't NJ NOR know my boys
than sou would Tilury Kent for the same
critters that they wus TX months ago-
She done II somehow, an she kept good
school. I'll hev 70 own u that, but | new
er hearn a. she lickei one on EN-
e. tell We, the deacon said with -
nous face, its ali IN just understanding
human nature, and bringin our the best
there l. in en- tole ye the little school
marin was bright d whistle, and - she
was