The Press., 1896-01-16
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when 1t concerns the matter of a good monthly salary, and one by one they swung into line and the children in the various class-rooms might often been heard thereafter holding violent discus sions for or against the new study and the strange principles it set forth.
 Among the pupils in Miss Raymonds school was boy about fifteen years old, toward whom she felt a singular attrac- ton. His name was Rudolph Wollenstein a little German genius, who carried his euphonious name with the dignity of a professor, yet who won all hearts by the singular sweetness and strength of his disposition. He would help little lame Carl across the rough playground as gent ly as a mother could and would turn with grave deliberaton to punish with vigor- ous strokes from his round white fist the coward who had tied eats tail to the | fence. His voice was clear as a birds in the school songs but held no girlish weak ness when cOnfessing a misdemeanor. His love of fun and keen sense of humOr l AON IIA1 HUI LAoIIJ o oCl'HPNI DuU IlAo NAAAN- alrous honor led him safely out again.
 The scientific temperance lessons had been in progress about six weeks, and as Miss Raymond was conscientious teach CT, the children found the temperance 1 half-hOur one full of interest, Rudolph most of all. His questions were thought full and his applications quick and bright
 ''I wonder if there is some one at his home who drinks ?" said Miss Raymond to fellow teacher. ''IIc does not look like drunkard's child for his clothes are patched instead of being ragged. There is some reason why his face is so grave and his interest so keen on the sub ject more than any other"
 One day Rudolph asked permission to finger behind the others that he might speak with his teacher.
 He was much embarrassed but went bravely and directly to the point.
 My mother, she drinks. She would like not to. tell her you are a temper ance woman. She says you will come to see her and to her talk temperance. have told her what we learn by the school every day and she thinks you can help her."
 "Is your father alive, Rudolph?" A hot flush rolled up over the white brow and as quickly fled, leaving the boy very pale. He raised his large blue eyes trustfully to his teachers face. "I have no father. You understand but do not tell my mother I say so."
 "Yes, dear, understand, and you may trust me. Do you and your mother live alone together ?"
 My sister Hilda, she keeps house and my mother she works when she is not drunk"
 "Has your mother always drank, Ru- dolph ?"
 Mot hard-no. When ITilda was baby she began to drink hard-some one had taught her"
 Miss Raymond guessed who the "sOme one" was by the flush that again covered the boys face. She promised to see his mother soon and he thanked her by grave hand-clasp that was mingled man Illness and bOyish clumsiness.
 The following week Miss Raymond sent this letter to her mother in their country home
 DEAREST MOTHER think late cX perience of mine will interest you, esppc- ially as it concerns the scientific temper ance instruction matter on which differed from you, causing you so much pain. never can understand why you are so rad cal about temperance, but am waiting pa tiently for the promised some day when you are to tell me. In the meantime I'll tell you my story, and it is about my , beautiful Rudolph Wollenstein, of who's" perfections and German drolleries ] have so often written you. 1 told you thought there was a story somewhere and l am just getting at it. went to see his moth- CT few days ago. She had become in terested in Rudolph's reports of our tenn perance lessons and sent for me, thinking I could help her. This is her story;
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