The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-04-02

do nothin with her." said another member
Of the enlightened board.
Matte Warren was IA. "I can't whip
girl" the young teacher replied slowly,
with quiet determination in HIS face.
We'll, you won't do much teaching this
school If you can't thrash the whole out
nit; gals as well as boys" was the COM
forting answer.
The teacher resolved to make one more
appeal TO Matte Warren.
Heretofore when a girl made herself
disagreeable to him, this boy had only
kept out of her way, and let her severely
alone, but here was one girl whom he
presence in his personality was for the
time a fixture.
He was young
Even the wisest man has not always
known how to manage a woman, and TO
this earnest but inexperienced, teacher
was presented the problem in pinafore,
no less difficult because both parties were
young Hardly boy in the log school
house would now have openly dehed the
dark eyed master but this girl delighted to
play with fire."
He made one more earnest appeal to
Matte. He told her she simply could not
defy him, and remain in school. AS his
pupil she must obey him. She was inn
movable and her bright eyes laughed back
q bold ue0ance lnlo MS ISsoIuNS law
What could he do?
1t was Friday He went to the trustees
and again insisted on expelling the girl
from school.
''Whip her; she must be conquered. II
will ruin the whole school," said they
IT can not strike girl; l will resign
my position first answered the boy
teacher. with rising color and flashing eye
and the matter was left for further con-
Monday
~
All night our weary educator tossed on
a sleepless bed. What could he do He
resolved to go home and stay over Monday
-Home-M Motherhood given refuge to man
from the cradle to the grave.
When cruel trials come, when strong
temptations assail. when the bitter stroke
wounds. il a man still has home and
mother. where for one short hour he can
recover himself. he is safe.
So the boy teacher thought II only he
would rest one night with the shadow OF
home over him. with the face of mother
answering his in tenderness and sym
nathv If he would again see the courage
in her loving eyes, one day he would feel
strong again.
Mother had never failed him. She would
not fail him now. He had no conveyance
There we're no railroads TO his home: he
had strong limbs and an iron Will. THESE
would take him home. Ten miles In an
easv buggy and with a spanking team does
M, eeenn far hut ten miles on foot with a
weary brain and aching heart, is long ana
fearfi,IIv lingering. When he dragged his
hoyish feet up the walk at home ana
stepped in the door, his race looked nag
gard and painful and an aching dreao tooH
hold of the mothers heart as sne Wei
ooryed her son. She knew he was in
trouble dozen years passed through her
mind Ut, rorL for
want of "grit?" ,.,,,,
was he recording his first lailureE
! OR oh. had his hot boyish bfood maue
him strike down some human peins soiAe
pupil?
What could 1t be
She asked no questions.
she must comfort him n's1 80 -, u.
She drew him a rocking chair py tne
( big old-fas hianed fire place. she tooA US
Ne Caressingly. she smoothed back M
glossy HACK hair, and said how gao sne
was TO have him home She even siu'i'ns
ly told him a let Of town news :,
In fer moments the nlesseaneS ,,,,ry
home had covered him as win Wills
and he was his own brave self AGAIN.
a't ~N III he said. they tried to make
me whip a girl" ,,rou, :,
wei. you wouldn't do that, | KNOW.
ono. mother; l wouldn't, ana ms
trustees say | must whip her or give w
INV position, and | said wouiu reS'eA
first Vs., were
-That was right, my boy You mei Il
never raised to strike woman. 10 ,hs
miniature. II they insist give up eh'
school," ,.,,,,,g an
clothes. and overcoat. and money io'
How much misery <ies bottled up y
these nriyations for a boy just enteiint
manhood few can realize without ae'1"
experience. ..ssv rar.
Grown people can race IRE II s's