Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1890-07-02

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tions-sprang to Tomlinson's eyes and
rolled down his checks; he could not
speak. Little Miss Hannah saw the
tears and her heart was softened in an
instant.
"The punishment is perhaps a little
severe for the offense, 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 a moment.
Out came her spotless bit of muslin,
and she proceeded to wipe away the
too much; the sinners hard heart was
melted then and there. Jake choked
down a sob or two, and gasped: II 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 I wanted to say, Tomlinson, but [
want you to mean it and live up to it. I
can't. help feeling indignant yet over
what you did, but I 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
her firm friend and stanch ally. He
never forgot that soft bit of muslin
that had wiped the tears from his
freckled countenance.
Jake one day made a discovery. The
"pretty little couple" we're standing
look with which Mr.. Shenstone regarded
the little Neither did the pref
ty, unwonted flush on Miss Hannah's
face escape the comment of this lynx
eyed young Argus. "Here's a 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
school-teaching was not her forte.
One afternoon Jake, who had watched
the little ladv's saddened face each day
grow paler and thinner, conceived a
daring scheme. He brought out his pen
and ink from his deskand 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
with ink before he concluded, and be-
gan to address his communication to
"Arthur S~henstone, ESQ.," in big, -four
ishing 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 viii? ?
Ouc YOU, i L VIC SSCh z LUX d1tCI
bushes when you speak to her. She is dying Of
love for you, l am sure, she looks so pale and
JACOB TOMLINsON.
Mr.. Shenstone laughed loud and long
over this novel epistle from a pupil.
After all, though, it was pleasant read
ing, even if rather presuming on the
part of Jake. Mr.. Shenstone sud
denly bethought himself and ran
down stairs. The lady teachers were ac-
customed to hang their outdoor gar
ments in a small ante-room on the first
floor, where, also, the high school cadets
kepttheir guns stacked. Mr.. Shenstone
was wondering if he should find a GER
tain lady there at that moment, when,
sure enough, he saw from the door a lit
tie figure leaning against a warlike row
of muskets. Mr.. Shenstone perceived a
sorrowful droop of the small mouth as he
paused at the door.
Rather late tonight, arn't you, Miss
Weed? How has the work gone to-
day ?"
Alas for poor Miss. Hannah, she
opened her lips and struggled to speak,
but the sobs choked her voice and the
tears stood in her gray eyes.
"Please 60 away, Mr. Shenstone,' she
faltered; Il am going to cry"
In any other case Mr.. ShenstOne
would have gladly availed himself of
her request and fled precipitately from
that direst of all terrors to a shv man
woman's tears. Miss Hannah turned
her back upon him at this juncture and
wept unrestrainedly, her shoulders
shaken by uncomfortable sobs. Here
was Mr.. Shenstone's chance to escape,
but instead he was at Miss Hannah's
side in a moment.
"Dear, what is it? Tell me !"
Miss Hannah was far too excited to
notice the manner of his speech.
ooh, nothing" she sobbed in answer,
wiping her eyes ruefully. II shall
never make a schoolma'am, that's all.
I am not terrible enough. [ can't make
any one afraid of me; and [ don't feel
important as | should"
Mr.. Shenstone forgot his shyness after
that. He had little Miss Hannah in his
arms in a twinkling. Dearest" he
said, "you are not made for a school
ma'am, but to be the sweetest little wife
in the world of the happiest fellow in
the world-if you will only say yes."
Miss Hannah was much bewildered by