The Forrest City times., 1891-06-05
tears before him. I sat still and looked

I another and answered briefly.
 At last he pushed back his chair & little and gave me my paper folded.
 You will have to read very steadily. Miss Chrystal. The rest of the class are far ahead of you"
 ''Yes, yes-I know" 1 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" felt that. on the whole, his blame had been less humiliating than his praise. He held open the door for me and shook hands gravely with quiet smile.
 Good afternoon he said.
 Good afternoon" 1 replied, and fled.
 The girls had invaded my study and were lazily stretched on my bed and window seat rug. waiting for me.
 ''Well9" they said. | 1 sat down beside Claudia on the hearthrug and tore my corrected pa per into small atoms and burnt them. Il hate him l said. poking the fire vigorously and pushing the shoulder ing paper into the flames. Il hate him! He thinks me conceited He thinks me horrid! He tries to be satirical be- cause he thinks me puffed up"
 And there forgot 1 belonged to & family of boys where no one ever wept, and burst into sudden tears; and Claudia, Nell and Lottie fell to com 1 forting me.
 As the week went on I grew more and more convinced that 1 hated, and always should hate, Mr. Tudor-that he thought me young, ignorant, stu 1 pid. Aippant 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 I went alone to him. and sat by his side while he spread out that weeks his l tory paper of mine before him and
  an explanation of its ambiguities, and waited patiently with most courteous attention for my answers.
 It was Saturday afternoon. in the middle of the term. I sat beside him at the table listening meekly to his criticisms.
 You miss the point hero, Miss Chrystal."
 Yes. Mir. Tudor.n
 And here you speak of impeach- ment as though it were procedure by bill"
 "Yes, Mir Tudor"
 "Thatis somewhat grave mistake. l could not aequiesce again. And the monosyllabie "Yesn 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 Mir. Tudor"
 You have not done so, Miss Chrys- tai
 "No-I am afraid not-I am afraid not"
 You mistook the question, possi- ply?"
 He was looking gravely at me, wait ing. My spoken answer, like my written answer, was not very much to the point. l spoke desperately.
 What is the good of it all2n 1 said What does it matter about the judi cial system, and who has the control of taxation?n What does it matter about the parliament and the courts and all the dull old laws? One can't really care for the constitution.
 had time while he surveyed me to feel ashamed of my habyish passion ate speech,
 What made you think of devoting yourself to the study of constitutional history2" he said, with gentle sur prise. His gentleness seemed like satire. My eyes, in spite of myself, suddenly filled with tears. Suddenly he looked away from me, He asked no more questions For the next five minutes he talked rapidly, without pause. When l resolutely blinked my tears and glanced at him he was dilli- gently disfiguring my history paper with crooked circles and his face was less brown than ruddy.
 After that day his eyes ceased to twinkle when he looked at me; he passed me over in the class. and put the puzzllng questions to Nell and Claudia and was almost gentle when l went alone to him.
 It was only at the end of the term that he set aside his perfunctory tutor manner.
 Are you going home, Miss Chrys- tal?n he asked me, hesitatingly,
 Yes. Not at once though. Fer week or two l am going to stay with Claudia-Miss Harrison-~I mean Then she will come home with me-"
 Il may be spending my holidays near you. Perhaps possibly may meet each other
 But Claudia was sympathetic when we arrived at Axetown East. In short fortnight Mir. Tudor had made great strides toward friendship with all at home. He had found favor with father and the boys his hotel was com fortless, and he deserted 1t frequently. He came and went at all hours. laughed with the boys and talked sensibly like an old friend with father.
 It was still warm summer evening a day or two after our arrival. We were in the drawing-room down stairs, and the French windows were open wide. Father was showing Mir Tudor