The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1891-06-20

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twinkle for "A moment in his eyes as he
glanced ut me; but his lips did not
smile.
I'm the next question" he said
slowly. you confuse, or to con-
fuse. two things. the constitutions and
the Assize OF Clarendon-a slip, per-
hapsg"
lie was looking steadily and calmly
at me. waiting. For the first time In
my life / felt small and young and
meek. i forgot that | was l9 and no
longer a school girl. / was over
whelmed with "A sense OF my own ig-
mo. Ii was not "A slip" l
said. Constitutional history Is quite
new 10 me-"
$50 i had gathered from your
paper. " he said. quietly.
His very gravity and quietness
seemed like bitterest satire. He said
he did not grasp my theory here-did
not follow my argument there. And
| had no theory could not follow
my own argument. He grew more
grave and quiet and slow. The lump
In my throat grew larger every mo-
ment. II had been brought up In n
family OF girls ! should have burst into
tears before him. / sat still and looked
at my W brown fingers clasping n
another and answered briefly.
At last he pushed back his chair a
little and gave me my paper folded.
You will have 10 read very steadily.
Miss Chrystal. The rest OF the class
are far ahead OF you"
''Yes. yes-I know" / said.
Your style is clear" he said.
when you deal with subjects within
your grasp-when you do not get out
Of your depth-your style is clear. de-
cidedly. Not an altogether historical
style. but lucid"
i felt that on the whole, his blame
had been less humiliating than his
praise. He held open the door for me
and shook hands grayely with a quiet
smile.
Good afternoon he said.
Good afternoon | replied, and
fled.
The girls had invaded nv study and
wcre lazily stretched on my bed and
window seat rug, waiting for me.
'WellP" they said.
/ sat down beside Claudia on the
hearthrug and tore my corrected pa
per into small atoms and burnt them.
IL hate him. | said. poking the fire
vigorously and pushing the shoulder
ing paper into the flames. II hate him.
He thinks me conceited! He thinks
me horridl He tries to be satirical be-
cause he thinks me pulled up"
And there / forgot / belonged TO n
family OF boys where no one ever wept.
and burst into sudden tears; and
Claudia, Nell and Lottie fell TO COM
forting me.
As the week went on I grew more
and more convinced that | hated. and
always should hate. Mr.. Tudor-that
he thought me young. ignorant, stu
pid, fippant, spoilt and conceited; that
he despised my intellect. remembered
my foolish speeches, and always would
remember them.
But the bad half hour in my week
was on Saturday afternoons when /
went alone TO him. and sat by his side
while he spread out that weeks his
tory paper OF mine before him and
commenced on It's faults and required
explanation OF its antiquities. and
waited patiently with most courteous
attention for my answers.
1t was Saturday afternoon. In tho
middle OF the term. | sat beside him
at the table, listening meekly TO his
criticisms.
You miss the point here. Miss
Chrystal."
Yes. Mr.. Tudor"
''And here you speak OF impeach-
as though IL were procedure by
bill"
Yes, Mr.. Tudor"
That's a somewhat grave mistake"
/ could not acquicsce again. Aud
the m~onosyllabic Yes" was the only
form OF answer that came TO me.
And here. / think, you were re-
quired TO discuss the constitutional
importance OF these events?n
"Yes. Mr.. Tudor
you have not done so. Miss Chrys-
mol am afraid mott am afraid
not
you mistook the question. posi-
bly"
He was looking gravely at me. wait
ing. My spoken answer. like my
written answer. was not very much
TO the point. | spoke desperately.
what Is the good OF IL allPM | said.
What doesit matter about the judi
cial system, and who has the control OF
taxatlon?" What does II matter about
the parliament and the courts and all
the dull old lawsg Ono can't really
care for the constitution
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