The Red Cloud chief., 1892-04-01

paper. which she brings to class One
morning she was in a futter. 1 saw
her looking in her pocket, n her books,
and in the remarkable little bag she
carries but no paper was to be found.
Still all was well till my turn came to
translate. My paragraph was some
thing about Joan of Arcs entry into
Orleans, but that's all I could make
out, SO I stumbled along anyhow. Miss
Mann lost patience, and said: 'Das is
not so, not So and started off herself
to show me how it should be done. But
before she began she whispered to
Rose to know the meaning of 'schlach-
tross'-it means a charger, you know
and Rose, l could see her eyes just
dance, whispered back very low.
Fraulein warmed to her work, SO to
speak, and went through the paragraph
in her broken English with many
gestures, flashing mp with: AT the bet
oy her troops came Joan, attired most
reechly, and riding upon a sperited
rooster We all shouted, and little
Mann couldn't do q thing. Wasn't
Rose a wretch"
Molly wiped her eyes as she finished
this choice incident. which evoked
| much laughter from her little audience.
! In the midst of it entered a pretty girl,
| whom the others greeted with enthu-
| siasm.
&C, Rosamund dear, we're so glad to
| see o This time we'll forgive you,
| but you must not have your practicing
| again Just before study hour"
The tall, blonde girl laughed bllthe-
| ", submitting INCREASINGLY to the
| petting she received from each OF the
| group.
This is Miss Lawson, Miss Thorp.
but you might as we'll be Rose and
| Nett;e at once. because you've got lots
of friends in common. But you can't
! talk them over now; time is flying, and
we want to settle on a joke to play on
Fraulein on the first"
For an April fool?" queried Rose.
"Yes, of course. for talents are un-
limited. our resources in inverse proper
ton thereto. Thy brilliant brain sup
plies ne'er an idea"
Nor mine" added Molly; but we
must bestIr ourselves, for, though what
we do cannot be anything much. we
must solace ourselves By getting great
fun from it, for she's the only teacher
we'd dare try it with, and she's sure
not I tell"
Where are your brilliant flashes OF
genius. Rose?' asked Jenny Noyes.
You haven't said a word since you
came in"
Aren't you well, dear??" said Molly,
anxiously.
I'm all right. girl. Only I'm getting
used to having my ideas turned topsy-
turvy."
LAS how. mum?"
s'Girls. l feel serious" said Rose,
laughing.
Wonders viii never cease"
I'm going to turn over 4 new leaf.
In fact, ladies. its turned"
Mercy. what's up? Miss LawsonIl
think she's struck a paragon"
Instead of the r~ingleader of all
that's rule breaking finished Rosa
mund, with a smile.
Come, now, Rosey. you shan't run
yourself down" cried Molly. warmly.
You're better than any of us"
Tastes differ, my Molly
Not in this case" Agnes Walton
said, squeezing Roses left hand, Molly
having possession of the other.
We'll, girls. don't you want to hear
about my leaf? It's just turned over,
and I'm anxious to have it stay where
it's put, so I'll 'fess and make you wit
nesses. It's about Fraulein Mann.
Girls, I shall never bother that woman
again"
saul among the prophets.' ex'
claimed Jenny. What's happened?'
You know I practiced in Mary
Loring's place this evening. l was
PLAYING scales in the dark. Then l be
gan on hat lovely thing OF Schu'
maun's that I've Just memorized. The
door opened as / was finishing it and
stopped. 4 voice said: Better: once
more that. Mary No wonder Frauleir
thought l was Mary Loring. for she
PLAYS that same Schumann thing, too,
and nv corner was as dark as a pocket.
I never said a word, thinking what
joke it would be when she found out
it was /. but just played away in my
best manner. As | finished | heard an
unmistakable sob. just fancy how
surprised l was, for certainly Frauleir
Mann looks like the last person to be
moved by music or anything else
didn't know what to do for 4 moment,
but | could see dimly that she had her
handkerchief up to her eyes You
know / Just can't bear 10 see people
cry. SO l rushed over and took hold OF
her hand, and in a minute she was sob
bing on my shoulder and saying in her
broken English that she was so home
sick and miserable. L soothed her rs
well as ! could and got away as fast as
possible, for / felt like a guilty wretch.
letting her think | was Mary: but how
could l undeceive her? Her broken
English didn't seem funny a bit, girls,
and / nearly cried myself, she was Sc
pitiful. Somehow. you know, l neve
realized she felt things, she AWAY;
seemed so stolid."
Poor thing murnured Nettie
"Yes. we all know what homesick'
ness is, don't we? And we have lots o,
fun. too. Well, / just petted her a BIT
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