The Opelousas courier., 1889-02-23

He walked home in an agreeable abb
sorption, repeating to himself the
things she had said, recalling her
pretty way of saying them.
He did not pause to consider that 1T
was old John Sanborn's daughter OF
whom he was thinking; he was only
conscious that she was a bright young
girl, whom it was charming to look at
ard listen to.
His pleasant mood was rudely inter-
rupted by little Larkin, who dropped
in that evening.
Lyme Doty couldn't have the
school," he observed, with a chuckle'
..but it looks as though he was going
to have the new teacher!"
s.You don't mean to tell me-" said
Steve, warmly, ''that she'd have any
thing to do with him!'
Mr.. LarlSs~sSstared. What could
Steve care with whom John Sanborn's
daughter had to do?
"Well, Lyme's a good steady fell
low"
"Humph!" was the scornful rejoin-
der.
The young man unused long and We
~riously when his visitor was gone, and
went to bed with a lighter heart, hav1
ing come to a firm conclusion.
When the new teacher closed school
the next Friday night she was feeling
| rather worn out, as she was apt to feel
at the end of the week; o did the
prospect of the four-mile walk home
serve to cheer her.
She locked the door and started down
the path with a sigh.
A neat little buggy was coming
briskly up the road. Molly gave g
| start as the driver pulled up the horse
and sprung to the ground.
1t was the young director, and he
was coming toward her.
II won't make any excuse, Miss San
born" he said, with a. humorous So
lemnity. II won't say I'm going over
the river on business, and happened te
think you might like to rid. The
truth is that it is a carefully-laid plot
Will you be an alder and abettor?"
The little teacher laughed appreoia-
lively as he helped her into the buggy.
II must stop at Mr.. Larkin's and
leave my dinner pail" she said, de
murely.
Mr.. Larkin was standing at the front
gate. He stood staring at the young
director as the latter assisted the
young teacher to the ground and sal
down on the horse-block waiting fol
her.
Lynne Doty was here after Molly
just now" he said, gaspingly. 81 sen
him down to the school-house."
1--WE met hin-5' said StSve. "You
see," he added, making a bold attemp
at carelessness, but speaking. never
theless, in a shame-faced way, ant
avoiding the little mans eyes; ''yo,
see, I feel as though it's my boundel
duty to keep Lyme Doty away from
her. Pure im%pudence his hanging
around her that way"
The little teacher came tripping bacl
and the young directors buggy whirle'
away in a cloud of dust.
"Steve Tenney's taking Molly hom'
In his buggy" said Mr.. Larkin, join
ing his wife in the kitchen, and sink
ing dazedly into chair. 81 guess tn
worlds coming to an end!"
..Steve Tenney amt a fool,"his wifi
responded, practically. Il knew he'
get over that ridiculous j6tion of his
and especially after he'daeen Molly.
"Says he's doing it from j ssase G
duty said Larkin, chuckling slowly
as the humor of the situation dawne
upon him. "W5nder how far his sens
of duty will take him9"
II should not be surprised at an
thing" said Mrs. Larkin, mysteriouslJ
The Larkins, and perhaps LgEm
Doty, were the only people who wer
surprised when the new teacher CAV
up the school at the end of the teri
and was quietly married to the youn
d;rootor The Md Homestead.