Pike County press. (Milford, Pa.) 1895-1925, 1902-06-13

" LIS PoAC Cui HhNbu htuulbu bHt
lesson for today. What is the
Squire's method?r
Before she could reply the light
ming had struck next mo The
Squire's head was lowered again
and he had Mrs. Elisha in the bale.
ful influence of his eyes. It did
not seem TO worry that good wo-
man. She just famed and looked
back.
Nov, Mrs Marcy" asked the
Squire, "what did King David do9"
1 was less interested in the doings
of David than in those Of Mrs. Mar.
cy, and I watched and was reward
ed. I discovered the method and
henceforth, steeled for the combat,
I could meet the Squire.
Mrs. Marcy took the top of her
palm-leaf fan in her teeth and bent
the handle down so that its tip
touched the lesson paper she held in
her hand. Where it touched there
was a column marked "Questions. +"
The first question was "What did
King David do2" The good woman
was uuperturbed. The Squire was
watching the ceiling and his ear
was directed her way. It seemed
that any second might bring him
down again. The point of the fan
moved slowly across the paper to
where the lesson for the day was
printed, aud rested on the first
verse.
"And the King said unto him,
where is he, answered Mrs. Marcy.
Then she went on tanning. The
Squire's head swung up and down a
few moments as though he had lost
control of it, Gradually it came to
rest.
"Now, Mrs. YellerP"
Mrs Yeller, next but one to me, a
little, wizened woman, lifted her
paper quickly until it almost touch
ed her nose.
lyon may tell us what next oc-
Cured"
Mrs Yeller's lips moved convul-
sively as she started on a private in
vestigation of the verse. Then she
read aloud; "And Z-i-b-a, Ziba,
said unto the King, behold he is in
the house of M-a-c-h.i-r, Masher,
the SON"
"No, no, no.. cried the Squire.
"That is enough, enough Mrs. yell
Ter. You have answered the ques-
ton.
The old woman dropped her les
son paper with a promptness that
told plainly that if the Squire was
satisfied, she was thoroughly so.
"Who was Machir?"
The question was directed at a
pupil who sat at the distant end of
the pew in front of me. The Squire
had leaned her way and was eying
her intently. She answered with a
smile.
"Who, who was Machir, Mrs.
Hoggenberg?" shouted the old man
Mrs. Hoggenberg leaned toward
the woman next her and inquired in
loud whisper, "What was his
question:"
Her hand went to her ear and the
other replied IN a suppressed rum
BILE, "Who was Masher?"
"Oh - said Mrs. Hoggenberg.
The Squire looked at the ceiling
while the old lady perused her
paper. She found who Machir was
and shouted it at her teacher: "The
son OF Ammiel in Lode bar y
"And what did the King then
dor"
The old man had raised himself
on tiptoe and was looking away
over our heads. 1 turned. Young
johnson Marcy in his lone seat two
pews back was tumbling with his
lesson paper in a nervous way that
made me suspect that he had been
caught mapping
"He bowed himself and said"
"No, no, no, johnson you are
getting ahead Of us, cried the
Squire.
Good Mrs. Marcy, ever willing
to help the halt ana the blind, turn
ed and whispered, Fifth, fifth.
"Oh, murmured johnson. "Then
King David sent and fetched him
out of the house of Machir, the son
OF Ammiel from Lo-de-bar
Better, " cried the Squire.
Continued on second page.
Saves Two from Death.
"Our little daughter had an al
most fatal attack Of whooping cough