The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1902-05-17

belleVe she stays wake nights trying to
hind passages that are full of subjunc
IYes and indirect questions ana
everything else peculiar. Oh, the girls
who aren't going to college don't know
what joys they are missing in not
studying Latini'
How about Cicero, Ciceronis?" in
quired another. We have a beautiful
/ lesson to begin a new book with L
haven't half translated mine. What do
you think of it, Janet?''
Janet Wetherel was tall. fine-look-
ing girl, with beautiful, wavy brown
hair, sparkling brown eyes and fresh
pink cheeks that We're good to see. She
| was the acknowledged leader of her
set and whatever Janet Wetherell
said was sure to carry influence.
Just now her sweet mouth curved
into hard little smile, and she said:
Il found Cicero rather interesting. I'll
! tell you how 1 did it. After l was start
ed and found out what it was all about,
l just supplied Miss Fields name where
the old gentleman said Catalina and
it expressed my feelings so exactly that
l wanted to keep on and see what came
next. Just listen, girls!" She opened her
| bookand began in a high, oratorical
! tone: How long, Miss Field, will you
abuse our patience? How long will your
madness mock us? Whittier is your I'M
| controlled audacity ending? o tempora!
| o mores! The whole school sees this;
Miss Cranmer sees it. Nevertheless, she
| livesi Livesi"
The burst of laughter that rose from
the girls interrupted her, and one said:
Janet knows her lesson, anyway, and
| that is more than the rest of US can
say of ourselves. 'Sh-'sh-here she
| comesi"
A sudden silence fell on the class.
and they FASTENED to their seats as a
! sweet-faced, though tiredlooking, girl,
not very many years older than the pu-
| pills themselves, seated herself at the
teachers desk.
She looks gunner than ever"
/ whispered Janet, in a tone rather
| louder than she had intended.
Miss Field flushed painfully, but she
| said very quietly: Miss Fairfax, will
| you please begin the translation"
! Miss Fairfax, the little lady with the
pompadour, rose, and, with a scornful
expression, stumbled through the first
| few sentences. So the recitation
dragged on as so man of them had
dragged before, with but an occasional
! giggle to heighten the heaYiness OF
half-prepared lessons and unsympa-
thetic minds. After a length of time
that seemed interminable the bell rang,
4
When recitations were over for the
day and Janet Wetherel reached home,
she went upstairs to her mothers sit
ting room with a determined look on
her face Whats the trouble, little
girl2" said Mrs. Wethereil, putting
aside her sewing. Mrs. Wetherll was
an ideal mother, with eVer-ready SYM
pathy and enthusiasm TO give her chill
dren; a mother who wore her big sons
,a-l
and entertained homesick boys and
girls in a way that made them adore
her. The girls found her especially
good to have around when there were
tangles to be Strengthened.
Well mother, it is just this way.
want you to go right to Miss Cranmer
and tell her that Miss Field is not the
proper person to teach Latin, and that
we must have some one else. We can't
endure that teacher another minute. 1t
isn't just 1 alone, mother; the whole
class says the same thing.
docs she lose her temper, dear?'
"Why-no-not that, exactly. 1t isn't
what she says and does, it's what she
doesn't say and do. She is so provok-
ingly quiet about things. And the les
sons she gives! All that grammar and
those stupid syntax questions!
Really, Janet" said Mrs. Wethereli,
serenelv Miss Field is not to blame
because Latin grammar is Latin gram
mar. There is nothing very exciting
about it. however you study it. She Is
trying to get you girls ready to take
vo,Ir entrance examinations, and
how'd time she has had of it, l am
thinking. Now, Janet | want you to
do an errand for me. l have book
that | want you to take to Miss Field.
Janet's brown eyes opened wide.
met Miss Field on her way to school
this morning and had a little talk with |
her Something suggested the book, |
and I promised to send 1t.
'sNhv. of course" said Janet, slow
". 81 could go where she stays and
give the book to the person at the
door. What book is II!
Wetherell.
..ot, mother. I know she'll not care |
The least bit about anything like that. |
yo,, don't know her. 1 don't think she !
1il,ae ANYTHING about Roman antiquities |
an6 archaeology. and-and-all that.
Nrs Wetherell looked amused, but /
.o;5 only. "You will find the book on |
the table"
Janet put on her coat and tam
o,ebarfer took the book and went |
down the street to the old-tashloned
house where MISS flelu SIdSSu viii
two dienified maiden ladies. As Janet
lifted The heavy knocker an uncom-
fortahle feeling crept over her. She
uae an impulsive girl, with warm
heart and it just now occurred to her
tbat even if Miss Field were "a har-
dened old FOSSIL" as Betty Fairfax had !
EXPRESSED it. she must find 1t rather
6njI living in that gloomy place with
only Miss Prissy and Miss Susan.
Miss Prissy came to the door, and
without stopping to hear Janets er-
rand said: Il am so glad you nave
come ia see Miss Field. None OF the
Older girls have called, and only few
of the townspeople, and l fancy she's
nrettv lonesome. poor little thing. 60
right upstairs and knock on her door
IT'S the first to the right
Janet was about to say that she
could not stay, but she remembered
that she could stay, and she detested
society lies" as she called them. so |
she went upstairs and with beatlng
heart knocked on Miss Fields door.
The door opened and it would be nara
to say which of the two standing there
was the more surprised.
Miss Field wore a soft blue house
gown. The offending hair was ued
back in little curls on her neck. Il am
so glad to see youi'' she said cordially.
Come right in. Do take off your
things and stay with me awhile" ia
net allowed her hat pins to be gently
withdrawn, and the tam oshanter and