Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1900-01-12

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much like woman in size, and didn 4
like to expel her from school, for she
always knew her lessons by heart. Oh,
she had the quickest mind 1 ever saw.
But, sir, she kept the whole school
unruly. A little boy would throw pa per
wads across the floor, and of course
I'd whip hin.
''Joe MiIroy throws 'em and ye don It
lam her for it," the little urchin would
be sure to say.
Joe Milroy made such a funny pic
ter on her slate"
What was 1 to do? Matters got
worse and worse. Finally went to
Mr.. Milroy, and kindly but frankly
told him all about the way things were
going on. and asked him what course
| had better pursue.
whip her, SIR" said he emphatical-
ly, whip her good. Make her mind
you just the same as the other chill
dren. That's what say. 1 want my
child controlled at school, I do"
Well, l went back to my school fully
determined on bringing Joe Milroy to
the mark. An opportunity was not
long wanting. I kept sharp lookout
and presently 1 saw Joe make a great
funny picture. and throw the bit of pa
per on which it was drawn clear across
the room to some little boys. The
urchins began giggling and tittering
forthwith. took my whip firmly in
hand, fixed my eyes sternly Oh Joe, and
walked up to her. She saw 1 meant
something, and her pretty, roguish
face grew pallid in a second. did not
say q word, but raised my whip and
gave her about ten severe lashes.
"Oh, sir, oh !'' she cried at first, then
closing her lips until they pressed into
each other, she looked me almost fierce
ly in the eyes till my blows ceased.
After that had no more trouble in
my school, All went on well to the
end. Joe knew all her lessons, but was
quiet and reserved. The last day came,
and gave the children treat of
candy and raisins. When Joe's share
was given her she pushed it aside and
would not taste it. I knew by this
that she was brooding over her late
chastisement. 1 wanted to part friend
ly with all my pupils, so I went and
sat down by Joe and said:
whats the matter, Joe? ?"
She looked up with great calm eyes.
I started in spite of myself. Those
were no longer the eyes of little girl.
They were the eyes of woman.
II will never forget your ungentle-
manly cruelty, never, never !" she said
sternly as man might have spoken.
l tried to reason with her. telling her
| had done it for her own good, butshe
only shook her head and compressed
her lips.
Well, went away from that neigh
borhood never to return. Fortune IA
vOred me and 1 became wealthy. Ten
years had made me wiser man as
well as a richer one. Nor was I un-
known to fame.
In certain city whittier had gone
to deliver a course of lectures to a
young mems society, I got acquainted
with ayoung woman, Josephine Milroy
by name, whose father was a million
aire. With this young lady l fell de-
sperately in love. Oh, sir, she was
finely, superbly, really beautiful. She
was finely educated, graceful, and
the finest singer have heard in pri
vate. Her conversational powers were
charming, and with all this she was
tender and womanly.
I pressed my suit. never dreaming
of the little girl had whipped in the
country school. She gave me her heart
and all the wealth of woman's affection
it contained, and II gave her my
very soul.
How happy I was, only true lover,
who feels the glorious influence of a
gifted woman's power, can know.
One evening my aff1anced bride and
I took stroll together in the park of
the city. We Sat down on the grassy
brink of a miniature lake, in the GEN.
tire of which great sea monster in
bronze threw l p strong jets of flashing
water, while all around lay green,
fowary islsts basking IA the rich
glories Of on early June day.
We talked of our love and our COM
ing nuptials. Of the sweet, bright fu-
ture that lay beyond. oh, it Was al