Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1896-05-14

Wait moment, Mr.. Jeffries,' said;
NOW can l keep
Clear OF them, he added. Draw
your own differences. Handsome young
men with light purses must make light
hearts. When you catch glimpse OF
your pupils you will understand me.
haven't been teacher here for five years
for nothing
THANK you
With this gave my friend my hand
and we parted. An hour later I was
seated at my desk in the school room
looking about me with no small degree
of interest for the two pupils Of whom
my friend had spoken and wondering
in the meantime if his kindly well'meant
caution would not bring me at once face
to face with tho very danger which he
had wished me to avoid.
Smiling at my own conceit, and fail.
ing to find in the three score faces before
ME, one that was particularly stamped
with pride, or one that was marked with
mischief, I turned to my books.
Something like quick whisper broke
through the stiffness Of the room as
did so, l glanced up. Every counte-
nance bore unmistakadle signs Of de-
mureness. turned second time to my
books, and this time big apple started
from one of the back seats and came
rolling down the aisle. picked up the
apple and laid it on the desk, and CLAN
ced in the direction from whence it had
come.
Goodnessl what a pair of blue eye'
were raised to mine! Eyes saucy, dar
ing and almost wicked. This was Liz
zie Dane, was quite sure.
"A good beginning | thought.
Just then the school room door wal
darkened, and, looking up, saw Char
lotte Arden. My friends caution wal
we'll. How like beautiful picture sh'
was, her fine head covered with pretty
braids. perfectly Poised, her figure
straight, round and perfect, hrough
out by the strong, clear light. Sht
stood as if meditatipg whether or no
it was best for her to enter the room.
Lizzie Dane telegraphed to her will
sparkling eyes to enter. / suppressed
the smile that was rising to my lips and
turned to Miss Arden saying:
Have you selected seatT
No, SIR she answered without NOV
ing.
YOU may do so fow,' said.
She glanced up and down the long
rows of seats several times and the1
turned to side desk but short dis
lance from my table.
This one, she said, raising her eyes
for single moment to my face.
I bowed in approval Of her choice
though it did not please me. did moi
care to have her so near.
At the quarter hour intermission Miss
Arden and Miss Dane passed the time
in pacing. arm in arm, back and forth
on the blank space Of floor before my
desk. I could have wished, and did
wish that they had chosen any other
promenade. bnt knowing how to help
myself unless sent them out OF doors
to play, like two children in pinafores,
I pretended to be engaged in setting my
books and papers to rights.
Children in pinaforesl I smiled grim
ly to myself as the audacious thought
entered my head. Children they both
were, said to myself.
And as for pinafores, I'm sure they'd
be vastly more appropriate and becom
ing than that little pinked and scalloped
and puckered little affair of plaid which
Lizzie wore.
Such saucy little pockets fixed off with
gimp and things-the corner Of tiny
note, and the profile of big, yellow
orange revealed from the distended
mouth of one, and the lace edge Of a
handkerchief, with a captivating rent
in it hanging jauntily from the other
He's splendid, Lot, isn't hep
Miss Danes voice broke my wonder
ings. I was modest in those days and
blushed easily. My wife told me yes
terdsy. referring to that morning, that
the tip Of my ear grew FED as coal.
wasn't aware of the circumstance before
Say, Lot, don't you think he's splen-
did,? came that loud whisper again.
If l do. I don't intend 10 tell hin Of
it, she retorted.
What eyes he hasI'
Rather too deep set for beauty
Deep sell They are protruding as a
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