The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1901-02-23
THE TEACHER BRIDE.
One of the Lessons She Wa Giving
to Her Charges-Hns n Nor
flying Conclusion.

A pretty teacher in one Of the pub
lie schools Of the city recently took
the time-honored "clsss Of one" in
that knowledge beside which all other
is mere driveling 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-grado
pupils, for II had been agreed between
the two that abe was not TO give up
her work.
There was a great flutter in the
school on her return. She had not
taken "the girls" into her confidence
before she left for that neyer-to-bs-
forgotten two weeks trip, and the
"girls' revengsd themselves with real
hard slaps and pinches and called her
a mean thing and all sorts Of invec-
sf-es bsn0rs thvy hfasea and Se-s@v-
her. Then the second bell sounded
and the young matron went to 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 to line them up and hug them
n by one. A large percentage OF
the boys were mere noisy, mischiev-
Gus, stupid little animals, and soma
of the girls were too provoking f0r
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 bad opened her
eyes, or had blinded them with
kindly mist, or both.
But the point Of the matter wa.
that the children had not been in.
formed Of their teachers change OIL
condition, and the difficulty was 10 in.
form them Of it. Thinking OF THU
made the little school teacher answer
questions at random and wander II
her explanations, and she blushed L
nnd the infants looking at her II
wide-eyed wonder as she came with
q start from the composition Of tn,
! third or fourth little speech which
! wal to e~nlighten them.
AT last the opportunity came. On,
! OF the children addressed her Al
"Mlss Smith"
mot Miss Smith, Johnnie" sh,
I corrected. 'Mrs. Jones. My name 4
= Mrs. Jones now, because I'm mar
E ried." She blushed very much as sh,
said this, but she felt that now wa
: the time to go through with II, SC
+ turning from the wriggling and en-
= barrassed Johnnie, she addressed IN
! room' you must not call me Mis-
I Smith any more, but you must sa.
: Mrs. Jones' Now al who understan
e that will raise their hands,
"Now, what is my name, Lottie?
continued the little teacher, sipglin
out n girl.
with Tmith."
, "Oh, dearl" sighed the Nttl
teacher.
Walking over TO the blackboard sh
wrote "Mrs. Jones" In fair roun
: script thereon. "Now, all OF you te.
o me what that is," she said, and III
chorus came; Mrs. Jones'"
That is better," said the llttI
teacher smiling at them. "a gres
deal better" she added, and she wrot
e again; Mrs. Jones" and again b,
a low that; Mrs. Jones"
h She made a motion as il TO win
$ out what she had written. b.
= checked herself and stood with he
back to the door, looking with a rar
b smile at the board. And while 81
n wal standing there the door opene
and the principal, who was a horri
man, entered quietly and stood lool
n Ing at her.