Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-12-05

malta sAfr, VINO was three desks on IN
the same row, leaned forward uuiil sho
could zee hcs, and Uttered. May Eta,
~ the seat behind, pulled her sister's arm
TO make lsr stop, but she did not heed.
Jane saw tho committee aud tho
strange lady and gentleman 10 out,
white the teacher stood cQurtesyiug at
tho door, and all through nearing cloud
u tears. When the door closed after
tho companyshe hoped her arms around
her face, and laid It down on the desk.
Tho teacher came and stood beside her,
md asked her what tho matter was.
Jano only shook her head aud wept.
"Are you dcl0' asked the teacher,
bonding low over her.
NO, ma'an." sobbed Jane. She would
not say another word. and the teacher
wont bhok 10 her desk aud called class.
Jane" sho said presently. IN a clear,
authoritative voice. "You may 10 out
and got a pail OF water"
Tho teacher meant It worry kindly; It
was considered quito privilege TO get
pail Of water, and then pass 10 around Ia
q tin dippor, she thought II would scrye
10 distract James MUD from her grief,
whatever Il might be.
But Il was dreadful for poor Jane 70
pull herself up to her full height aud
crawl slowly down tho aisle, with her
arms crooked IN a pink ring around her
face, and al the school looking. She
stumbled over u proiruding nail. aud
everybody Uttered, and tho teacher called
out, "iiushl" sharply.
Jane went out with the water pail, but
instead Of filling II from the pumpneaF
the school house abe sat Il down on tho
platform and He'd desperately down tho
road 10 little bridge over u brook.
Her mind was made up. sho would
not 70 back to school, rho had never
been 10 miserable Ia her life, and the
misery was all tho greater because she
was ashamed Of IL and ashamed 10 con.
fees H. She did not want to tell oven
her mother that she minded somuch be.
cause she was tall. she crouchod low
down IN the bushes and wcpt.
Presently she heard n quick pnttor o.,
bare feet on the bridge, then break
the bushes,
"Hallo" called a heEitating vol
/ Jano made no sound.
"iio, you needn't play you amt there"
said the voice. II Soc you como IN here.
was looking ont Of tho window. |
raised my hand when teacher asked
where YOU was, and she Fent me out here
to fetch the water, and to tell you 70
como In.
Jane looked mp aud saw a boys face
/ pccrIug down o. her from the top OF the
bank, his brown checks flushing, his rcd
| lips parting In u bashful laugh.
II amt ever going back TO school,
/ Robbie. said Jane with a sob. All the
old childish commdeship seemed 90 como
back TO her, she had not seen much OF
him for year or two; she hid played
moro with girls.
81 don't care, you're the pre,ticst girl
In school anyhow said Robert in a
shamciacel way.
"Why, Robert Carnesl aiu't.'
Eyes, you are"
"Oh. Robbie-maybe shall be-tallcr
than mn now"
II don't care II you are. you1l always
BE- the prettiest. Come along"
81 amt going back to school,"
"Tenchcr won't ike it,"
~ can't help H."
"Oh, come along"
II won't" The girls pink face turned
mp toward him llkq n pink flower from
the bushes There was u look In II tim
the boy knew we'll. lie knew that wi
his old playmate said 81 won't" In /.
tone, she didn't.
Robert seated himself on tho bank and
began 10 whistle. Jane looked at HIM
she could see his slender shoulders IN hi.
little homemade blue and white shirt,
and his handsome face gazing ahead ab
ttractedly he whi.tlel
"Why d you go back TO schcolf
she asked aiingly.
"Oh ain going back n you amt"
"Why n, ia like 20 know?
"'Causc amt Say, Mary Eta hai
got her hea down on her dcsk crying
cause you don't come In, aud secr
Maria passing along some crab apples {,
put In your desk"
Jane said nothing. Robert whistle,
again.
Jane waited q minute "Won, n
CONE" said NO. "You 20 ahead an,
get the water"
Theirs was a leap Of bare feet over tn
bridge, aud Jane came out from tn
swarm Of flower butterflies, with undo
fined conviction that brought comfort il
her childish heart, that however tall sh
grew although she might ouigrow al
her dresses, she would never outgro,
loye.-Mary L. wilkins In Boston Globe