The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-11-24

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enough, and he hasn't studied any
thing but potatoes and winter wheat
since, that / know of. Better stick
to his farm-eh, Larkin?"
"Guess you're right" responded
the third member of the board, a lit.
tie man with cheerful face and a
tuft of gray hair sticking straight
out from his chin.
And the chairman nodded his agree
ment.
"Well," continued little Mr.. Larkin,
with an air of Importance, GIVE had
an application that l guess will suit.
It's a sort of relative of my wife's,
and just as nice a girl as ever was
Smart, too. She's got certificate
for two years, last examination.
She'd make a splendid teacher, Molly
Sanborn would"
''Sanbornl" said Steve Terry, short
ly; ''any connection with the San
borns over on the river?"
'"That's where she's from" said MIR.
Larkin. "She's old John Sanborn's
girl-him that died last winter" :
Steve frowned, for he didn't have a
very high regard for the SaRborn
family.
'"There don't seem to be any mercy
in you," said Mr.. Larkin, almost
tearfully, as Steve was preparing to
turn in at his gate. eff they'd been
left well off it would be different, but
they're poor as poverty, and Molly
needs the place the worst way"
"You hadn't mentioned that" said
the young man, turning back. Ell
that's the case
Mr.. Larkin walked away triumph
ant five minutes later.
But Steve Tenney had surrendered
with bad grace.
Mr.. Larkin made Steve a call later
in the season.
"Guess you'll have to own up to
being in the wrong, Steve" he began.
eve hain't had a teacher for years
that's given the satisfaction that
Molly does. The children rayeabout
her-all of 'em."
But Steve was unimpressed.
"My opinion has yet to be altered, "
he said rather stiffiy.
And Mr.. Larkin looked discourage
ed.
"She spoke about needing a new
broom and water pail" he said as he
rose. II told her she had better come
to you about it"
"That school house had q new
broom last term, and water pail
term before last!" said the young
director emphatically.
And Mr.. Larkin took a discounted
leave.
The next Sunday evening the young
man, sitting in the pew of a small
wooden church with his mother, and
allowing his eyes to rove about dur
ing the rather long sermon, suddenly
discovered new face. and sat study
ing it for the remainder of the evening.
1t was that of a young girl-not a
remarkable pretty girl, but fair and
fresh and innocent, with ii bright IL
telligence in her dark eyes and a
sweetness in her full lips.
"Who is she?" was the first ques-
ton after the services were concluded,
addressed as it happened, to little
Mr.. Larkin, who had come in late.
"That?" the latter asked in aston
ishment. "Why, that's our teacher
that's only Molly Sanborn. That's
my wife she's with don't you see. ]
am waiting to take them home"
Steve Tenny found himself wishing
quite frequently that the new teacher
would come to him about the broom
and water pail.
Not that he should furnish them il
he found that they were not needed,
but he felt that he should not object
to an interview with the school teach
er.
He even mentioned the subject to
Mr.. Larkin carelessly when he met
him one day.
"Well you see was the response,
sshe sort of hates to come to you.
The way you felt about her having the
school has got all around town, and
suppose she heard of it. She can't
help what her father was, Molly can't,
and she's real sensitive"
The young man looked disturbed.
That afternoon he left his work at
an early horr-not, however, admit
ting to himself his purpose in do
ing so-and strolled down the street,
turning off-but hepersuaded himself
that it was not intentional-in the
direction of the school house.
81 might as well go in and see
about that broom and water pail,
he said to himself, when he stood op-
posite the little bare looking build
ing.
And he went in accordingly.
The little teacher looked considera-
bly, startled when she opened the
door to him. She dropped the spell
ing book she held, and her voice was
hardly steady as she expressed her
qualification ut seeing him.
Evidently. Steve reflected, some
idiot had pointed him out to her at
church the other evening. He sat
down in front seat feeling unpleas-
antly ogerish.
She was hearing the last spelling
class. How pretty she looked stand
ing there In her dark blue calico dress
and white apron. What q sweet
voice she had, though putting out
chen, men, pen," to a lot of fighting
youngsters could hardly show it to
the best advantage.
When the class was dismissed and
the last student had rushed whoop-
ing down the street, the teacher and
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