Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-07-05

as all that the boy demanded, sui
lenly.
Gin the first place, she replied, you
read in that exaggerated manner when
| requested you to read more distinctly
and then-then you had the audaclty
to turn around and wink at another boy
before my very eyes. | consider that
an insult which no lady can abide. do
not know when / have had anything
happen to me which made me SO lndlg-
nant / have not taught school so long
but that | know what is due III manners
and respect to young lady. Now,
Tomlinson. if YOU do not suitably apollo
gize to me for this, shall write note
to your father, telling him that you are
a rude, insolent boy, and advising him
to keep you home until you learn some
manners"
Miss Hannah was by this time In as
much of passion as her gentle nature
would permit She did not notice tie
change that was going on in the aspect
of her enemy. The Tomllnson pater-
familias had received good many notes
from the school concerning his sons be-
havior, and had more than once threat
ened to let Jake 90 to work without an
education. Jake thought of this as
Miss Hannah's TRADE proceeded, and
tears born of anger, fear-mingled emo
tions-sprang to Tomlinson's eyes and
rolled down his cheeks; he could not
speak. Little Miss Hannah saw the
tears and her heart was softened in an
instant.
''The punishment is perhaps little
severe for the otfense, Jake" she fall
tered; 81 merely wished you to see
how rude you had BEEN"
The boy blubbered out some unintel-
ligible remark, and then it was that
Miss Hannah observed the weeping
Jake's dire predicament. He had no
handkerchief to check the flow of briny
drops down his cheeks.
Miss Hannah hesitated not moment.
Out came her spotless bit of muslin,
tears of the doughty Jake. This was
too much; the sinners hard heart was
melted then and there. Jake choked
down sob or two, and gasped: 81 am
sorry, ma am, and / will behave myself
after this, if you will excuse me this
time"
The little lady answered, as she con-
tinued to apply the handkerchief TO her
foes tear-stained countenance: 'That
is all | wanted to say, TomlinsOn, but |
want you to mean it and live up to it. l
can't help feeling indignant yet over
what you did, but | shall get over it in
time, if | see you do better in the fut
ure"
Mr.. Shenstone met Miss Hannah at
the foot of the stairs as she was leaving
the school-building.
''Well," he cheerily asked, "what was
the fate of Jake, the winker of the wild,
woody West?"
She related the recent interview, omit
ting no detail. Mr. Shenstone roared
with laughter; he approached as near
Mysteries as one of his sex could. ''You
have conquered him, though, Miss
Weed. He'll never give you any more
trouble. But how in the world you
drew tears from that stony head is more
than | can tell"
ooh, he is not SO bad, after all, said
Miss Hannah.
The principals prophecy was correct.
Jake never gave the small teacher any
more trouble, and he, moreover, became
never forgot that soft bit of muslin
that had wiped the tears from his
freckled countenance
Jake one day made discovery. The
''pretty little couple" were standing
near his desk, and he noticed the eager
look with which Mr.. Shenstone regarded
the little woman. Neither did the pref
ty, unwonted flush on Miss Hannah's
face escape the comment of this lynx
eyed young Argus. "Here's pretty
kettle of fish - he CALCULATED softly.
Poor Miss Hannah began to droop
under her second terms teaching. She
certainly was no stern disciplinarian,
and | feel constrained to admit that
was not her forte.
One afternoon Jake, who had watched
the little lady's saddened face each day
grow paler and thinner, conceived a
daring scheme. He brought out his pen
and ink from his desk and proceeded to
Indite an epistle, 1t was not long, but
Jake had to run his fingers through
his shaggy black locks a great many
times while he was in the throes of its
He was much bedaubed
with ink before he concluded, and be-
gan to address his communication to
Arthur Shenstone, ESQ.," in big, flour
shing letters. He handed this to the
principal just after the dismissal of the
school, asking him to read it at once, as
It was on important business. Mr.
Shenstone opened the note, wondering
what the reformed reprobate," as he
termed Jake now, had to say. This is
what he read:
DEAR SIR: Why don't you go in and win?
She likes you, know. I've seen her look after
you kind of wistful, you pass by She
bushes when you speak to her. She is dying of
love for YOU, am sure, she looks so pale and
hin. Ask her quick. Your true friend,
JACOB ToMLINsoN
Mr.. Shenstone laughed loud and long
over this novel epistle from a pupil.
After all, though, it was pleasant read