Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-03-24


mann's that I've just memorized. The
door opened as I was finishing it and I
stopped A voice said: Better; once
more that, Mary No wonder Fraulein
thought l was Mary Loring, for she
plays that same Schumann thing, too,
and my corner was as dark as pocket.
never said word, thinking what a
joke it would be when she found out
it was I, but just played away in my
best manner. AS l finished heard an
unmistakable sob. just fancy how
surprised was, for certainly Fraulein
Mann looks like the last person to be
moved by music or anything else. I
didn't know what to do for a moment,
but could see dimly that she had her
handkerchief up to her eyes. You
know just can't bear to see people
cry, so rushed over and took hold of
her hand, and in a minute she was sob
bling on my shoulder and saying in her
broken English that she was so home
sick and miserable I soothed her as
well as could and got away as fast as
possible, for 1 felt like guilty wretch,
letting her think was Mary; but how
could / undeceive her? Her broken
English didn't seem funny bit, girls,
and nearly cried myself, she was so
pitiful. Somehow, you know, I never
realized she felt things, she always
seemed so stolid"
Poor thing!' murmured Nettie
YES, we all know what homesick-
ness is, don't we? And we have lots of
fun, too. Well, just petted her bit
you needn't laugh, Jenny Noyes, I've
seen you homesick!-and when left
her, went to find Mary Loring She
and Fraulein are quite chummy, and 1
wanted to find out something about
knew lots about her, and said it was
no secret, of course. l do wish we'd
been kinder to her. Just think! she
hasn't a soul in the world belonging to
her, except one little niece, about ten,
over in Germany. She is so fond of
her, and supports her entirely, and
Mary says Fraulein is just miserable
away from her. And, do you know.
Mary says she's always wanted to tell
our class about this, for she knew we
weren't a bit considerable, but she sup
posed we wouldn't care. Now, there's
an opinion of our set for you! But I'm
ashamed for one
"A fine impression we've made on
Nary" cried Molly.
II fancy we deserve tin some ways"
said Alice Snow, Though don't think
Mary really knows any of us. She's a
fine girl, but SO prim. and priggish that
/ never could get on with her for one !"
1--WE all have our faults, my friends, -
said Rose, land it-may be better to be
a'prig than an imp of mischief as a
teacher once called me- I'm a repent
ant imp now. anyway"
Il 'spose that puts a stop to our plan
Of an April fool" said Jenny Noyes,
just little regretfully.
''Wait second, girls, I have an
ideal" Rosamund's blue eyes were
dancing with fun through the little
mist that had clouded them few mo-
ments before. ''Lend me your ears,
and I'll impart it,
Fraulein Mann went into her class
room that next Friday morning with
some fore boding. What would those
girls, SO fuchtig, SO unbesonnen, what
would they do to-day on this first of
April? She felt depressed, unstrung.
hardly equal to commanding herself if
anything trying should happen. as it
did, alas! so often. She glanced along
the line of demure faces as she took her
scat, and motioned to Jenny Noyes to
begin. Fraulein Noyes, at least, could
pronounce German with some degree
of correctness. They were reading
maria Stuart Schiller's master
piece had Jared badly in the hands of
this class, and the teachers teeth had
been fairly on edge to hear it rendered
so poorly with such willful careless
ness as it had met with so often. Now
Jenny began, first reading, then trans
lating, and doing both so well that
Fraulein's beady little eyes peered
curiously at her, to find if there was
not hidden paper behind the book.
But no, the volume held down could
conceal nothing. Rose came next, Civ
ing to the words touch of reality, Of
feeling, that her teacher had not be-
lieved her capable Ut. Each girl in
turn took her share in the lesson so
we'll that the German wondered it it
was not all dream; even Molly
plodded through her part with surpris-.
ingly few faults, showing an eager in
terest in the language she hated. =
What had come over the class? s.Wun-
derbar!' muttered Fraulein Mann to
herself. No whispers, no half sup
pressed laughter, no SUBSCRIPTIONS notes
passed from hand to hand! Her expla-
nations of difficult points were listened
to attentively; intelligent questions
were asked; Fraulein found it easy to
speak to these interested girls, and
waxed eloquent, SO that the class, in
turn, were surprised to find how much
more enjoyable than usual the lesson
was. Just once, Jenny Noyes, catch.
ing Rosamnnd's eye, smiled and winked
expressiyely, but that damsel met her