Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1901-03-14
THE TEACHER BRIDE.
one of the Lessons She Was Giving
to Her CharEes-HRs n Nor
tifying Conclusion.

A pretty teacher in one of the pub
lie schools of the city recently took
the time-honored "class of one" in
that knowledge beside which all other
Is mere driyeling foolishness and van
fly and vexation Of spirit, says the
Brooklyn Citizen. More recently still
they were married, and the young
woman went back to her third-grade
pupils. for IL had been agreed between
the two that she was not TO give up
her work.
There was a great hutter in the
school on her return. She had not
taken "the girls" into her confidence
before she left for that never-to-be-
forgotten two weeks trip, and the
"girls" revenged themselves with real
hard slaps and pinches and called her
a mean thing and all sorts of invec-
tives before they kissed and forgave
her. Then the second bell sounded
and the young matron went 10 her
own room.
There is no doubt that the children
were glad TO see her, and she, not be-
ing at all the conventional school
ma'am, had an almost irresistible i'm
pulse 20 line them up and hug them
one by one. A large percentage Of
the boys were mere noisy, mischiev-
Gus, stupid little animals, and somo
OF the girls were too provoking for
anything, but there was nothing but
affection for them all in the little
school teachers heart. She regarded
them from n new point Of view en-
tirely. Something had opened her
eyes, or had blinded them with a
kindly mist, or botA.
But the point Of the matter was
that the children had not been in
formed of their teachers change Of
condition, and the dimculty was to in
form them Of II. Thinking OF this
made the little school teacher answer
questions at random and wander In
her explanations, and she blushed 20
find the infants looking at Jher IN
wide-eyed wonder as she came with
a start from the composition of the
third or fourth little speech which
was to enlighten them.
At last the opportunity came. One
OF the children addressed her as
"Miss Smith"
"Not Miss Smith, Johnnie" she
corrected. "Mrs. Jones. My name Is
Mrs. Jones now, because I'm mar
ried." She blushsd very much as she
said this, but she felt that now was
the time to go through with II, so,
turning from the wriggling and en-
barrassed Johnnie, she addressed the
room; "YOu must not call me Miss
Smith any more, but you must say
Mrs. Jones' Now, all who understand
that win raise their hands"
wow, what IL my name, Lottle?'
continued the little teacher, singing
out a girl.
"Alth Tmith."
"Oh, dearl" sighed the it'll,
teacher.
Walking over TO the blackboard she
wrote "Mrs. Jones" I'm fair round
script thereon. "Now, all Of you tel
me what that Is" She said, and Tho
chorus camee "Mrs. Jones"
"That is better" said the littl,
teacher, smiling at them. "a great
deal better" she added, and she wrote
again; MRS. Jones'" and again be
low that: Mrs. Jones"
She made a motion as n to wip,
out what she had written. bu
checked herself and stood with hei
back TO the door, looking with rap
smile at the board. And while shi
was standing there the door openeI
and the principal, who was horri'
man, entered quietly and stood look
Ing at her.