Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1888-11-01
"Does he favor the fathers or rnothef'l
sidel" inquired the masters wife.
II don't know said Phoebe.
"But your kinfolks could tailu


Does he favor The fathers or mothers
sideW inquired the masters wife.
II don't know said Phoebe.
"But your kinfolks could tellu
II don't know any Of them,n RESPONDED
Phoebe, briefly, and q great stamping out
side the door broke through this converse
ton.
The master entered with second anc
smaller self OF his heels, excepting that he
was gray and stout and his son was light
locked and chubby. He wore blue army
ovorcoat and the boy one Of similar cut anc
color.
"wen, here you are, Ogre" said Mrs
Barker.
"The Ogre's late tonight" he responded
in great bass "He had fye stupid fools
to eat up. And here's Miss PhceSe." He
advanced - square paw and shook her
hand
"Are you going to eat me for another
fool, Mr.. Barker!"
81 hope not But wen SEQ how you have
your German. Occult Barker, take OF your
hat, sir, when you come under q roof, and
speak to Miss Ph9be.n
II was waiting till you gave me chance.
sir" responded circuit, boldly, with the ap
pearance Of enjoying skirInishes with his
bury father.
mind your tongue, sir, mind your
tongue" growled the master, rolling his
sons head between his palms. Neither Of
them could resist tsusling romp, which
lasted until the eld0r felt sufficiently re-
Taxed from his days toll, when he at once
resumed his mastiff-lilSe demeanor, and
circuit gravely shook hands with Phoebe and
hung up their wraps.
"Well, Miss Phoebe" said the master,
planting his feet on the hearth and gather
ing his coat-tails under his arms, "what is
the height of tree on the opposite side Of
the river, which forms one side OF tri-
angle, the hypoteause being"
please, no, Mr.. Barker. Try me with
the German"
whats the hvpotenuse, pas" inquired
circuit, Immediately bringing slate and
pencil.
There is nothing in the world said the
master, $50 beneficial and strengthening TO
the mind as that same science of mathe-
matics."
Whats the hypotenuse, pal" repeated
lrcutt, approximately, twitching his fathers
trousers.
The master turned and drew long
switch off the mantel, where, from timber
and JUICY shoot 1t had dried in disuse TO
brittleness, and snggestively measured the
distance between his outstretched hand and
his sons fat legs.
THAT'S the hypotenuse," threatened the
master The son set down giggling TO solye
other imaginary problems.
Supper was coming upon the table.
Mr. Barker's basso seemed TO reverberate
among the dark josts.
"Now, Miss Phoebe, let us have that verb
corrugated before we blunt our minds with
eating"
Phoebe therefore plunged into German
conjunction and afterwards produced her
exercise from her pocket; he examined it
frowning.
"What's thisi This is too ambitious. A
good student keeps his eye on the structure
Of the language; he doesn't run after senti-
ment."
"It's the last part OF Schiller's Diver
and Is familiar enough to every body but
me,n said Phoebe. ~ did enjoy it, The
sense Of much of it came TO me without the
dictionary"
Eyes, don't doubt itg' commented the
master, dissentingly snorting. LET me
hear you pronounce now"
ut bears one along" pleaded Phoebe,
seven the foolhardipess which took hun
under the water O second time after he had
brought up the cup in safety once"
The master listened 70 her reading, giving
vent TO gutteral corrections, while she took
her momentary stand in his book alcove.
The sash there was not so deeply imbedded
in logs as were the other windows, and such
late light as still struggled across the clear
ing illuminated her and her German text
Mrs Barker drew back her own chair from
the table and announced with housewiiely
formaity that supper was ready. circuit,
having suspended his cipherlng TO hear
Phebe's exercise, now briskly laid aside
his slate; and the master was willing TO
postpone further drill until he had filed the
plates on the table.
"Come, Miss Phoebe" said he "Some
day, with constant practice and the chance
of conversing with Intelligent Germans,
you may get Q fair grip Of the language"
"What's the matter, childw exclaimed
Mrs, Barker. "What do you see out therep
"Oh, nothing, nothing replied Phoebe,
coming swiftly away from the window.