Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-12-17

description medical man must be the
judge; and my own opinion entirely
comedies with that expressed
by Sinclair. We must not allow
Ethefs intellect to be forced, or
grave consequences may ensue. With
Arthur it is entirely different. He is
OF q quiet, unexcitable, somewhat
phlegmatic temperament, and will
plod steadily on without making a
particularly brilliant show. i think
the wisest course we can take is to
send Ethel into the country. 1t is, Of
course, impossible for me to leave
London just now. so that we can not
remove the household; but we can
send the child to your sisters. The
place is extremely pleasant and
healthy, there are little ones near her
own age, she would be out of doors
the greater part of the day, and the
food-fresh milk, eggs and fruits
highly desirable. What do you say?
Suppose you write to Mrs. Cole, and
we can talk the matter over this even.
ing" @.,.a,
"But Joseph" interposed Mrs. Chill
blud, anxiously, you do not think
she is going to be ill?"
"Certainly not" answered her hus-
band in his smooth, precise tone,
"only | am a great believer in the old
adage, Prevention is = better than
cure and with child of Ethel's cal
iber one can not be too vigilant and
careful. Now, my DEAR we will have
the children down; for must 20 in
ten minutes. will try and see Sin.
clair later on to discuss our plans; iu
the meantime, let there be truce to
all lessons to-day; and could you not
invite the little Howlands over and
let them all have a good romp to-
gether in the nursery? 1t would do
Ethel good"
"Well?" said Miss Burton, in an.
swer to the uplifted hand.
"'Please, teacher, Tommy Carter
asleep"
Brought thus plainly under her no.
tlce, the teacher was compelled to see
what she did not wish to observe at
the moment.
'Tommy Carter, come here" and
at the sound Of his name the boy sat
up and rubbed his eyes. "Why, Tom.
my, what is the meaning Of this?''
said Miss Burton in q kind voice, for
the boy was one of her brightest pu.
pills, and she knew something about
his home life. He was a tall boy fo1
his age, a little under 7 (all the
children in Miss Burton's room were
under y, with face that might have
been any fathers pride; such q hand.
some, open countenance, in spite OF
it's griminess, and the thick locks oil
matted unkempt hair which fell over
his brow.
"Please, teacher, ! didn't mean tc
60 to sleep, but wor so tired!"
"How is that?"
II didn't go to bed till long past IL
last night, and father he woke me at
to light the fire, COS mother couldn' t
get up, cos she amt WE'LL"
"What kept you up so late?"
II had to mind the baby"
"Where was your mother?"
'Please, teacher, mother went tc
the Dolphin to fetch father, and they
didn't come out till they was turned
out, and then father and mother had
a row, and he knocked her spinning
and she's had to-day, she is"
"And was there nobody to look aft
er the baby but your"
"No, cos the lady what lives in The
| next room she's gone away, and the
baby cried so I took. it and sat on thu
doorstep till mother come in, and
then it didn't stop. Father said he'd
chuck it out o window ifmother didn't
quiet its row."
The boy spoke in quiet, matter. of
fact tone. Why not? He was used tc
his life; such scenes were of daily oc
currence, and if the previous nights
experiences had been a trihe worse
than usual, there was one comfort tc
be derived from the1n--his mother
was too i'll to get drunk that day, at
least.
"You may go to your place." said
the teacher quietly. II am going tc
give out the sums. Annie Blake, what
are you crying for?'
The little girl addressed vouchsafed
no reply, but after little hesitation
the child who occupied the next seat
volunteered the information that
Annie Blake felt sick.
Miss Burton called the little girl
to her side. What is the matter,
Annie? Have you had anything to
disagree with your"
The child shook her head. She was
very clean and tidily dressed. though
in woetully patched garments.
"What did you have for breakfast?''
"Nothing, teacher" said the little
girl, looking up with tinid eyes.
"Mother couldn't give US any this
morning, because all the bread was
gone"
els your father out of work."
eyes, teacher, he's got bad foot"
Miss Burton led the child into the
head mistress private room and gave
her a roll out of the bagthat contained
her own lunch. "Sit down and eat
that, and if I can manage it I will go
round and see your mother after
school,"
The teachers heart ached as she re-
turned to the school-room. It was
horrible to think of q child, little
more than a baby, sent breakfastless
to school,
Z. She knew we'll the extreme destitu-
ton there was among many of the
children, for the. school was situated
in a very poorneighborhood. She did
what she could to relieve the most
pressing cases in her own room, but
it was only drop of kindness in an
ocean OF distress. Many q parcel OF
old clothes and boots she collected
among her friends and distributed to
the children, but there were some to
whom it was worse than useless to
give-the children Of idle, depraved
parents, who would strip every tidy