The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-11-30
GROWING UP.

Corlnne Marshall was the brightest
girl in the school district where her
fathers large, stony farm was situa.
ted. Her mother had read trans
lation of De Stael's famous romance,
hence lier daughters name, given
with many wishes thnt the little
maiden might grow up to be some.
thing out of the common order. At
6 she studied grammar, and spelled
the big boys and girls down at nn
old fashioned spelling school; ;.pluinly
there could be no question about
her brilliancy.
There was farmers boy as well
as u farmers girl; there always is,
only the boy is apt to be, il more
solid, not so ready-not so "smart,"
as the New England expression il.
No special star had shone over the
boys baptismal front, and he was
named plain Job-Job Austin. {.
Jobs father was in standing aufk
property, about on an equality with
Corrinne's, but the little fellow was
no match for Corinnc. However,
the young Job lifted his gray eyes to
the "brightest girl" drew her on Ills
''towc,l" her OH the ice; brought her
peppermint drops and licorice stick
and carved various toys for her at
odd times, such as bctlstends for her
dolls, and Il act of wooden dishes for
their ten table.
While job was still struggling, in
his old clothes, with "chorcs" at
home, and unknown quantities ut
school, his little flvorite was sent to
live with her aunt in the village, q
dozen miles away, tor the sake. of
grentcr educational privileges. Then
the smart girl developed rapidly.
She soon showed n remarkable gift
of expression, and in the department
of composition easily led her school,
became the editor of the school
paper" the president of u literary
society, and withnl u very careless
student. To keep up in her Glasses
required no effort and she fell into
the error of thinking that success
would come to her without hard
work.
In the meantime Job showed q
patience equal to- that of his widely
known namcsake. He extracted
roots, cube and square, to say moth
ing of "grubbing" roots on the old
farm; and every step he took he
cleared the way OF all difficulties. No
half way work for job. lie was still
awkward, i'll dressed, hcsitating, and
he bluslmd furiously just ut the times
and on the occasions when lie most
desired to appear cool and collected.
Many time he had legun Il lctterto
Corinne, sitting mt his desk mt noon
time, or ntter school, anxiously try
ing to compose Il document worthy
ofso bright Il being. But, thoughs ss
patient as the original Job, hc ps1er
succeeded in finishing letter that lle
thought good enough.
At last a turn cnnle in the tide of
Jobs life. A literary gentleman in
Bag,lad, the village where Corinne
was living at her aunt's offered to
"board and school, him in return
for such help as the hoy could easily
give morning and evening. He was
to enter the graded school. and on
examination WIS found ready forthe
intermediate department. Corinnn
was in ~ private school for girls. IT.
was not long before the two old
friends met in the street. Corinne
was with half a dozen gay school
girls.
"Who is that fellow with lnyscedl
in his llair?" asked one Of them, as
Job came toward them smiling and
blushing. Corrine bowed coolly, pre-
tending not to see the outstretched
hand and hurried on.
"a mistake" she said. 81 look
like dozens of other peoplc,it seems"
Corrinne justified this story to her
conscience on the ground that job
had really made ~ mistake in suppos-
ing she was going to keep up the old
friendship.
Job thought, generous fellow, that
it was Il veritablc mistake. A little
near sighted, he often made mistakes
of identity; and he promised himself
to look more carefully next time he
met II group of young ladies. blush
ing the deepest pcony red in thinking
of his bollness.
Corinne now entered upon a new
period of her inspired career. She
wrote IL poem! Sitting in her room
after study hour, with her hair down
and her hands pressed to her temples,
she slowly evolved the wOnderous
thing. How nstonislle.l she was to
find that she, Corinne Marshall, could
actually weave rhymes and senti-
ments and flowers of speech like the
real poets whom she worshipetl af;ir
off! She showed the celestial manu-
fncturc to her own special girl friend,
Cecilia Hopkins. 1t was one of those
twilight hours Of loving communion
over the fire, when, with arms around
each others waists, school girls tell
the dearest friends everything, that
the poem was brought out and read.
Cecilia was in raptures. She always
knew her darling COrinnc was u gen
ius. And where would she send it?
"Scnd it?!'f'
"lcs: to what magazine or news
paper! Surely the world should not
he deprived of such q gem!'
Now, unknown to- Corinne. the
gent tlrnnn with whom Job nslivin.
was the editor of The Rag,latI Carrier
Dove, a sheet lsvotel to news and
elegant culture.
II u send il to The Dove said
Corinnc, after her friend had left her
To The literary leisure she longcd for.
"irs, tn The Dove, on whose white
wings it shall he waited far away to
meet kindred hc,rts.'
Carefully wHs the poem copied and
,c-copicl, till. in appearance, mt least,
it was worthy of the clussir name
signed boldly at the close. In the
chill dusk of IL winter even
in" young girl might have
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