The Forrest City times., 1894-05-04
A WESTERN IDYL.
Adventures Of the School Mistress
 at Bang-Up City.

''So this is Bang Up City? Then the place is a living geographical lie"
 Rose Kenyon looked indignant as she said this.
 As she gazed about the collection of saloons and other dingy shanties which constituted the only visible portion of the far famed mining camp the indig- nant expression on her face deepened in intensity.
 For Miss Kenyon had been led to ex- pect very different sort of place.
 She had been told that Bang-Up City was a species of earthly paradise, whose inhabitants were so well satisfied with life there that they did not care to make even a short excursion out into the outer world
 From what can see of it." she murmured, Il cannot understand how anyone can ever be induced to re- main in the place over night Where is all this western hustle of which have heard? Where is the enterprise which builds complete new cities in a month? Bah! I have been imposed upon"
 She paused, irresolute. upon the platform of the little depot that was half a log shanty and half tent.
 Rose Kenyon was a very fair vision to gaze upon. Young-not over twenty and pretty - decidedly pretty she was the kind of W oman who can be de- pended upon to set masculinity by the ears.
 Suitors were no novelty to Rose. She had had many lovers, but had sent them all away. Not one of them had ever approached her ideal.
 And now she had been allured to the Rockies by the illiterate invitation of three men, who subscribed themselves as the school trustees of Bang-Up City.
 They had confessed. in their queer letter. that Bang-Up City was as yet without schools of any description, but they had invited her, at a salary which had astonished the New England school teacher, to come out and change the state of affairs at Bang-Up City.
 And Rose had accepted. She had ex- pected that the trustees would be at the station to meet the first teacher of their new community. but there was not a soul near the depot. Then Rose remembered that she had not told them on which day she expected to ar rive.
 Finally Roses eye fell upon nonde- script-lookin9 Chinaman who was com ing leisurely up the road. He was not an inviting specimen of the MoDgolian race. To begin with, he was dirty. To add to that he was very ragged. And, to cap all, he had one of the most hid' eous faces ever seen.
 .Cally yo' glip, missy?" he demand ed, as he came close to her and picked up the heavy valise which lay at Miss Kenyon's feet.
 "Is there a hotel hereo' Rose asked.
 "Yes, missy; you wautee go there?'
 Yes"
 "Then 1 cally yo' bag"
 "How much?" asked Rose. She had a New England eye to the cost Of things
 Two bitee, missy
 "All right Lead the way to the place."
 The Chinaman started down the dusty road, followed by Miss Kenyon. As they got into what might be called the heart of the city Rose saw that there. were good many men about. As she walked along the number of men became larger, and she noticed. not without uneasiness, that they all appeared to be followed her. For, in some way. it got noised about that this decidedly pretty young woman was the new schoolma'am.
 And every mothers son of them felt that he had all interest in the school