Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-10-02

dripping sponge bt the door. it opened.
| Amidst gene1 CONSERVATION and
confusion, whil@ the astonished Miss
Sigsby was wipi4g the binding shower
| from her face, tn sponge disappeared,
and all was quit With a crushing
look, terrible In It's calmness, she adj
| vanced to the first desk.
did you throw that sponge? Show
| it to me-" This was the question each
child was forced to answer.
John Wylding, q little fellow with
| black hair and long arms, reached for
| ward and broke the long. telltale string
| that fastened Hfnda's sponge to her
| desk, and substituted his own, which
| hung from a short cord. He was so
adroit that Kinda herself did not know
what he had done, and when the ques-
ton came to her she thought her time
was come, and that nothing would
save her from the ferrule.
, Her pride had never undergone this
| humiliation, and she knew from Miss
| Slgsbys eye that there would be no
quarter. She did net reply, but brought
| the sponge forth. A. kick from her lit
| tie friend checked her exclamation of
| surprise.
Miss Sigsby examined the sponge
| carefully. She shifted incredulously,
| disappointed not to have been able to
fasten the guilt upon the usual source,
entirely overlooking the fact that
| Kinda had not answe cred her question.
After she had passed, Kinda dropped
back, very pale, and fell to studying,
| but started up as she heard a voice
saying: {.
Yes, ma'am, but | didn't mean to
| hit you. l didn't knpw you were at
the door, and, If you please, I'd like to
| nave it over as soon as possible. VIII
you take me to the principal at once?"
Ard before she realized what had
| hGr cened Miss Sigsby and John had
walked out of the room.
i She jumped UP. Her first generous
impulse was to run after them. ac-
| knowledge her fault and save her little
| friend. But the eyes of her compaa-
ions were upon her; they would tease
her numerically. She bit her lips and
! colored, then sat down stolidly. She
spoke not word that afternoon. but
went home feeling vert small in her
own estimation.
We'll, and who won the fight?" ask
ed grandpa jovially, catching her be-
tween his kneIs.
She stopped and picked up his pine
without answering, then ran away in
the gathering darkness, hoping to meet
some of her schoolmates near the drug
store.
Two or three of Hinaa's intimate
friends were holding an indignation
meeting against the teacher. Some in
distinct figures passed on the opposite
side, where some vacant lets lay.
That's her, Kinda. Give her one
let her fiy''-and another little fellow.
who was anxious to gain her approval
thrust hard SNOWFALL into her hand.
On the crest Of the impulse it was gone.
There was a shrek. Miss Sigsby fell
and the children quickly dispersed.
Kinda ate her supper. Had she
known that SNOWFALL was so hard, or
that it could possibly have injured her
teacher, she would not have thrown it.
But perhaps Miss Sigsby was only
frightened, after all.
CClsOling herself with this thought
she slipped out again after supper
with her mothers Old shawl over her
head, hoping to find out whether the
INJURY was serious. and if twas known
that she had been the cause of it. AS
she passed a couple Of mem she heard
one say:
Didn't you know the mill had burn
ed down at Addystown?' latter los
ing some part of the conversation.
which presently lapsed a question was
asked, and the same voice replied very
distinctly:
Yes. the temple was very seriously
injured. They say it mighS result in
coIcussion"
She did not pause to reflect. but now
thoroughly frightened, sped on toward
Miss Sigsby's home. Tne door was
opened by Mrs. Sigsby. Then the door
closed behind both of them.
Kinda was shiyeri2g with cold and
excitement. She crept arouGd to the
back door, hoping the orphan girl.
whom Miss Sigsby had taken to raise,
would give her some information. She
could see Lottie through the kitchen
window, dragging the dish rug lazily