Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1888-11-22
GROWING UP.

/ CorInne Marshall was the brightest girl in
the school district where her fathers large.
stony farm was situated Her mother had
read a translation Of De Staels famous ro-
4 nance, hence her daughters name. given
with many wishes that the little maiden
might grow NJ TO be something out of the
i common order At she studied grammar
I and spelled the big boys and girls down
/ at an old fashioned spelling school. plainly
i there could be no question about her bril-
/ liancy.
There was farmers boy as well as a
+ farmers girl; there always is. only the boy
4 is apt TO be, If more solid not so ready-not
so smart as the New England expression
/ is No special star had shone over the bows
/ baptisInal font, and be was named plain Job
4 job Austin.
/ Jobs father was in standing and prop
/ erty about on an equality with Co
/ rinne's, but the little fellow was no match
for Corinne. However, the young Job
1 lifted his gray eyes to the brightest
| girl" drew her on his sled, 'towedn her on
the ice, brought her peppermint drops and
/ licorice stick, and carved various toys for
her at odd times, such as bedsteads for her
dolls, and a set of wooden dishes for their
! tea table.
While Job was still struggling, in his old
clothes, with chores at home and I'M
known quantities at school, his little favorite
was sent TO live with her aunt in the village,
a dozen miles away, for the sake of greater
educational privileges. There the smart girl
developed rapidly. She soon showed a re
markable gift of expression, and in the de-
partment Of composition easily led her
school, became the editor of the school
paper" the president OF literary society,
and withal very careless student To keep
up in her classes required no effort; and she
fell into the error Of thinking that success
would come 10 her without hard work.
/ In the meantime Job showed patience
equal to that of his widely known namesake.
He extracted roots, cube and square, to say
nothing Of ''grubbmgn roots on the old
farm; and every step he took he cleared the
way of all difficulties No half way work
for Job. He was still awkward. III
dressed, hesitating, and he blushed furiously
just at the times and on the occasions when
he most desired to appear cool and collected
Many a time he had begun letter TO Cor!nne,
sitting at his desk at noon Time or after
| school, anxiously trying TO compose doeu-
ment worthy of so bright a being. But,
though as patient as the original job, he never
succeeded in finishing letter that he thought
good enough.
/ At last a turn came in the tide of Jobs life
A literary gentleman in Bagdad, the village
where Corinne was living at her aunt's,
offered 20 "board and SCHOOL, him in return
for such help as the boy could easily give
morning and evening. He was to enter the
graded school, and on examination was found
ready for the intermediate department.
Corinne was in a private school for girls. 1t
was not long before the two old friends met
in the street. Corinne was with half a dozen
gay school girls.
I eWho is that fellow with hayseed in his
hairf asked one of them, as Job came to
ward them smiling and blushing. Corinne
bowed coolly, pretending not TO see the out
4 stretched hand, and hurried on.
"a mistake she said II look like dozens
of other people, it seems" Corinne justified
this story TO her conscience on the ground
that job had really made mistake in sup
posing she was going to keep up the old
| friendship.
Job thought, generous fellow. that it was
veritable mistake. A little near sighted, he
often made mistakes Of identity; and he
promised himself 10 look more carefully next
time he met a group Of young ladies, blush
ing the deepest peony red IN thinking Of his
boldness
Corinne now entered upon a new period OF
her inspired career She wrote poem Sitting
in her room after study hours with her hair
down and her hands pressed to her temples,
she slowly evolved the wondrous thing. How
astonished she was 10 find that she, Cormne
Marshall, could actually weave rhymes and
sentiments and flowers OF speech like the real
poets whom she wo,shipad afar Off She
showed the celestial manufacture TO her own
s1ecial girl friend, Cecilia Hopkins. IL was
one Of those twilight hours OF loving com
munion over tie fire, when, with arms
around each others waists, school girls tell
the dearest friends everything, Tat the
poem was brought out and read.
Cecilia was IA raptures. She always knew
her darling Corinne was genius. And
where would she send it,
''Send itfn
"Yes; to what magazine or newspaper
Surely the world should not be deprived Of
such geml"
Now, unknown to Corinne, the gentleman
with whom Job was living was the editor Of
The Bagdad Carrier Dove, a sheet devoted to
news and elegant culture.
"rll send it 70 The Dove, said Corinne,
after her friend had left her to the literary
leisure she longed for. "Yes, TO The Dove,
on whose white wings it shall be waited
far away to meet kindred hearts
Carefully was the poem copied and re-
copied, till, in appearance, at least, it was
worthy Of the classic name signed boldly at
the close In the chill dusk Of a winter even
ing a young girl might have been seen walk
ing up and down the street, casting longing
glances at lamp post; for the authors
heart failed her at the last moment. But
the appearance of a teacher brought matters
to a crisis, and the envelope weighted with
destiny was dropped through the iron slit.
The boy in the Office OF The Dove, By this
time highly priced by the editor, recognized
the old time quirks and quirls, the tails Of
the g's ard vs. and as, and the heavy shad-
ing of the upward strokes. He helped tle
crude little poem into a corner Of The Car
rier. his heart beating with manly pleasure
at doing c service for his little love.
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