Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1890-03-29
"DO / Look Like u Lady,"

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About thirty years ago, says the
Youths Companion, a young girl in
q Western city was given charge of a
Sunday-school class of rough boys,
usually known as river rats, who had
never been in any school before. When
she entered the room she found them
lounging on the desk and benches,
wearing their hats, putting vile cigars,
a defiant leer on every face. They
greeted her with loud laugh, and one
of them exclaimed:
We'll, sis, you goin' to teach us? ?"
She stood silent until the laugh was
over and then said quietly:
do look like LADY,"
An astonished stare was the only
reply they gave.
Because" she continued, gently,
gentlemen, when a lady enters the
room, take off their hats and throw
away their cigars"
The lowest American secretly be-
lieyes himself to be gentleman, and
in a moment every hat was off and tho
lads were ranged in orderly attention.
So remarkable was the success of
the girl in managing and influencing
men of the toughest sort that she
made it the work of her life She es-
tablished clean and respectable board
ing houses for sailors and boatmen,
and reading and coffee rooms for labor
ers, and founded an order of honor, the
members of which strove to lead sober,
Christian lives themselves and to help
their fellows to do the same.
Naughty Jo-ann.
Hi! Hi! Hill" shouted Luke Moore,
as his yoke of calves, Scott and Mac,
sped on over the hard wood-road with
their load of beech limbs on the little
sled. How they kicked up their heels
and pranced and shook their heads in
the brisk winter air Luke could not
keep up with their nimble feet, and
grasped the yoke as they galloped on
down the hill, waving his goad before
their noses to stop their mad career,
for not far ahead, at the foot of the next
hill, was another little team with its
load.
But there was something the matter
with that. 1t stood stock-still. Per-
haps it was stopping to take breath
But Macs head was up for race, and
SCOTS tail stood in the air.
Puff-puff! "Out of the road therc."
again shouted Luke, leaping on beside
his naughty runaways. Don't boa
pi-i-i-g"
"But Jo-ann won't go! She's laid
down again!" shouted Lena back to the
on-coming teamster.
J11st fbon tbaro woc q crosb Tho
two teams had come together. The
air, and in half q wink away went Scott
and Mac across the snowy fields toward
the barn, scared half to death at the
racket they had made, and bawling
with all their might.
Huh! Fore I'd have such steer
as that!" sneered Luke. "Ain't worth
arrow O pins-to lie down at the foot of
every hill"
"But she amt steer at all, Luke
Moore" protested Lena, in defense of
her naughty Jo-ann, who lay content
edly chewing her cud, and seemed to
be thinking instead of helping her
mate pull the load to he top of the hill
Luke jerked her ~ the guiding rope
tied to her stubh.: lorn, and Lena
cuffed her ears-no; yyry hard, though
but Jo-ann shut up her big eyes aud
kept right on chewing. She had had
cracked corn and clover hay for break
fast, and it made fine cuds. She liked
it better than pulling heavy sled up
hill. Besides, it wasn't her business to
drag loads. She would grow to be q
COW some day and give white, sweet
milk for the babies to drink and the
grandmas to sip in their tea.
1 don't know as that was what
poa thought, but she looked very
wise and would not bulge an inch, with
all their pulling and cutting.
What was to be done? Scott and
Mac had fed out of sight. 1t was al
most dinner time, and Luke and Lena
were hungry. But they could not
leave Bet and Jo-ann to come on when
Jo-ann got ready, for they might get
into trouble.
Luke was all out of patience, and
proposed swapping q stout stick onto
her tail, but Lena would not hear of it,
Just then something bumped against
Lena's knee. 1t was big French
sweeting in her pocket, which she had
taken to the woods for lunch
Luke dabbed it against Jo-ann's
nose. That brought her to her feet,
and out whipped her long tongue to
seize it. But not taste would they
let her have. Luke went ahead and
held the sweeting about two inches
from her nose all the way up the hill,
and she had helped Bet pull the load
up to the top before she knew it.
How Luke and Lena laughed at
naughty little Jo-ann! They had a
mind to give the big sweeting to Bet,
but 10 ann looked SO renitent that they
forgave her and gave her half.
After that, whenever Luke and Lena
started out to the woods with their
teams, they took along n pocket of APP
pies. They found that coaxing was
far better than beating. -YoutRs COM
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