The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1889-06-21


school tonight" That was all, and,
without casting a look in the direction
of the young girl, the business of the day
went on as usual, but each and all under
stood that trifing was at an end, and
even Faiths rosy cheeks paled little as
she glanced shyly at the stern, quiet
face.
1t had been hard day for the young
master, and 1t was no wonder if his pa
tience was exhausted In the morning
one of his largest scholars, a half witted
Frenchman, had entered late and i'm
mediately commenced to laugh, and all
the information that could be elected
from him was that he guessed "the two
year-old would get full by and by" and
again his fat sides would shake with
laughter. He was a great, overgrown
fellow of sixteen, who worked for his
board at a farm about q mile from school,
and at noon his employer presented him
self at the schoolhouse, and in loud. an
cry tones ordered him never TO darken
his doors again.
1t appeared that the spring where the
cattle had been in the habit of drinking
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the ground, and all around it was very
slippery with ice, and as the clown had
driven them to drink, the "two-year-old"
had slipped and fallen in head first, and
being unable to get out alone, the French
man had left it to ''get full" while he
went to school. When found bv the
farmer the animal was drowned. AL
though the schoolmaster could not blame
the farmer for his indignation, yet the
circumstance annoyed him exceedingly;
and if one might be allowed to Judge by
the look Of determination on his white,
stern face, Faith was likely to feel tho
full force of his authority, and even her
stout heart quailed little as the shadows
heightened and the day drew near its
close.
The last lesson had been recited, the
last class had stood up to SPELL the even
ing hymn had been sung, and at last
school had closed, the scholars filing out
of the house in good order and with a
strange quietness and dispatch, wrap
ping about them their shawls, hoods and
comforters. Faith, with the roses all
gone from her dimpled checks, was sit
ting at her desk, white and still For a
few moments, which seemed like an eter-
nifty to her, the master sat at his desk
with head bowed upon his hands. The
short winters day was drawing to a
close, and one solitary sunoeam, red as
blood, streamed through the window and
lay across the desk exactly in front Of
her, and to the day of her death Faith
will carry vivid inward picture of that
little schoolroom, for every article which
it contained was indelibly impressed
upon her mind in those few moments.
At last the master raised his head and
in low tones said:
Miss Faith, you may come here"
At the sound of his voice the blood
rushed back to the cheek which had been
SO pale but moment ago, and her cour-
age revived. She arose and with firm
step walked across the room and stood
before him, and as their eyes met she re-
turned his gaze unfinchingly. His was
sad, beseeching look, as though he
would urge her to beg his forgiveness.
Hers was mixture of fun and anger
combined, but certainly they showed no
signs of sorrow. AS he arose to his feet
his huge form lowered like a giant above
her, and reaching over his desk he grasp
ed his ferule.
Hold out your handw
And more in sorrow than in anger he
looked to seei if his command was obeyed.
The words were jerked forth as though
they caused the speaker untold pain.
Faith obeyed although the white lids
covered the brown eyes and the long
eyelashes swept over cheeks as white as
the snow outside She had never re-
ceived blow in her life, and she shivered
as the tips of her slender fingers were
firmly grasped, and one short, sharp,
singing blow descended upon the white
palm, leaving a crimson mark that curl
ously reminded her of the blood red sun
beam as it lay across the desk. The ferule
was raised for another blow when again
their eyes met, but from the brown ones
the anger was gone, and they were full
of tears and mute pleadings, and with
duh thud the ferule dropped TO the floor,
and the girl was clasped 70 his heart in
wild, passionate embrace.
In after years, when she was the loved
and honored wife of the statesman who
began his career as a district school
teacher, Faith was wont to say that the
keeping up of appearances so that Others
might not know what had occurred was
the hardest lesson she had ever learned. 1t
was impossible to become tho docile pu-
pill which she now longed to be without
exciting suspicion, and for eight weeks
she acted her part in a manner worthy
of the most finished actress; and to this
day it is an unsettled question between
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