The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1902-08-07

these in particular; he longcd to OWL
his own trout stream. and to put W
signs against trespassing-and ther
the willow fringe behind him parted
suddenly, to show . CLEAN of golden
hair and a fash Of blue eyes, and he
was springing to his feet with the
air of courtier to meet the face
which had smiled upon him in his
dreams! 1t smiled upon him now
after the first darkness of surprise
"Mr. Murey!" And then, with cap
tivating sauciness: "Whose land are
we on?"
His dark eyes glanced at her own
mo mans land"
"Oh!" refectively. care there any
apple-trees or other forbidden fruit
here?"
There is nothing here but an idle
fellow, out for a study of Isaac Wal
tons philosophy"
She met his mood perfectly.
ooh, most wise philosopher! Come
children. There is no one here but
Mr.. Murey, and he wants to show us
how to fish," She balanced her pole
gracefully, and made the way for her
fock-some ,of whom shrank back
tittering, while others looked guiltily
afraid. Yet where teacher, dared
lead, might they not dare to fol
low? Come" she said again.
In Is minutes the bank of the
stream was alive with chattering
crew, whose gayly dangling lines and
mirthful voices were enough to send
the least timid trout into retirement
for weeks. while on slight knoll,
overlooking all, sat teacher and
that much-feared cold Murey."
II don't know of a more healthful
amusement for day like this than
fishing" she said, as her float rose
and fell upon the water.
"Or crowd Better adapted to keep
one from having too big fish story
to TELL" he replied.
She laughed.
''Well, they leased so to have me
come. Of course, they couldn't come
without an. older person-and chill
dren must do something, you know.
They think anything tremendous
lark if I am with them"
81 don't WONDER"
She tried to look uncomprehend-
ing.
"My pole is barbarous-"
s'Take NINE"
'No, no! Every chick of the lot
would want a try with that elegant
pole if teacher used it,"
And this hater of children heard
himself saying: "What matter If
they do? They can't hurt it,"
Even as she prophesied so it was;
and although when the rod was re-
stored to it's rightful owner the line
had become hopelessly tangled and
every fly was lost, Mr.. Murey, instead
of so much as looking complaint,
showed a cheerfulness which en-
deared him to the tumultuous 30
odd, and encouraged the smallest
girl to slip her hand into his as he
walked back into town with "teach-
err" and her gay oblivious
of the stares of his acquaintances.
AS for the pretty teacher-little did
she care that damsels who had
smiled in vain at the bachelor said
to each other, with lifted brows, that
''some people went fishing with a
purpose" She only held her bright
head higher, and as he bade her
good-afternoon, hoped that he would
get on well at his translating, and
she should continue to see that he
was undisturbed by her boys. And
was she not an excellent discipline
rian?
But though Horace Murey went no
more with complaints to the teacher,
a bunch of his finest roses graced her
desk every day, and proud indeed was
the small boy whom he elected to be
the carrier of these blossoms from
the prescribed back-yard-so proud,
that his air of superiority became
quite uncomfortable, and on ''last day"
the school, rising in revolt, marched
in a body to entreat a rose apiece as
farewell gift to teacher" and Mr..
Murey-whom they called ''old
Murey" no longer granted the favor
as though it was a pleasure.
When the committee and other Wis
itors had gone, and the mournful lit
tie pupils had drifted away, Horace
Murey assembled the schoolhouse
steps for the second time. Now he
was not in dressing gown and slip
pers, but in correct street suit, and
in place of broken apple tree
branch, he carried the choicest rose
of his collection superb, half
opened Jacqueminot. The teacher
was sitting at her desk, which was
covered with whiting roses-their de-
licious odor filling the silent room.
GAS each of your other pupils
brought you a flower, thought you
might accept one from this pupil"
She looked questioningly at him.
eyes, have been your pupil since
saw you first, and you have taught
me that it is not good for man to be
alone"
She was looking down at the roses
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