The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-08-02
I" TEACHER.
By Mary Clarke Huntington.

1T HERE they are again. I've
/ mind to go out and horsewhip |
every mothers son of them" But
being a mild man, in spite of his aver |
sion to Juvenile racket, he continued
to stare moodily at the frolickers.
'If a sensible man teacher had that
school instead of some novel-reading
woman, those children wouldn't be
running over everyone's premises as
they are now. l wish to goodness
the committee had kept man there.
This woman hasn't an ounce of dis
cipline."
One youngster caught sight OF the
proprietor of this delightful back
yard, and grinned a derisive grin at
the window.
there's old Murey!" he told his
companions.
"The little imps!" Horace Murey
did not know how savagely he
scowled. "Old Murey!"
Even as he repeated the obnoxious
epithet, everyone of the invaders
broke into ridiculous dance, and
with exaggerated bowings and grim
acings began to chant:
There's old Murey-aueer old Murey!.
Make a face and he'll snarl like fury!'
There was a bang of a suddenly
opened door. and a wild scatter OF
urchins as Horace Murey ran down
the steps. But what animal so feet
of foot, so agile at fence-vaulting,
as a boy of 10 or 10? Horace found
himself alone-with nothing but
trampled. dandelion starred grass
and a broken apple-tree branch, heavy
with blossoms, to remind him OF the
little trespassers.
'I'll buy man-eating bull dog, and
leave it loose in the yard" he told
himself. Then he remembered that
he could not endure dogs. They were
more obnoxious to him than were the
boys. I'll go over and see that teach
err. and say that I'll report her to
the committee for lack of discipline
II she doesn't keep her scholars on
the playground. I've stood this kind
of thing long enough!"
He strobe across the yard and
leaped the fence with the dexterity
which showed that once he might
have been as good at making exits
as were the present transgressors.
But il such was the case, no re-
memberance of it came to cool his
wrath as he went up the steps OF
the low schoolhouse, where small
terrified faces peeped at him from the
windows.
How glad felt each one OF those
agile boys that recess was over, and
he was safe behind his "joggerfry'
and the protection of teacher" fol
even "old Murey" would not dare
use that apple-tree stick before
teacher" Each guilty head ducket
into its "joggerfry" at sharp, i'm
perative rap on the outer door, ant
wien teacher" stepped into the en-
try, closing the inner door behin'
her, the usual carnival of spit-wa'
throwing did not take place during
her absence. The ruling spirits o
the school were deep in the location
of cities, and the boundaries o
states.
At the rustic of skirts Horac
Murey turned.
Madam"
Why had vision of the old-fashione
school-ma' ANA hatchet-faced spin
ster, with corkscrew curls an
angular waist-always presented II
self to his mind when he though
of the teacher of those rollichn
boys? Before him stood girl Of 81
small and slight, with the tiniest foe
and the whitest hand he had eve
seen; a girl whose blue eyes dance
under puffings of spun gold lock-
and whose little white teeth Shove
between parted lips as she smiled Jus
enough to bring out the dimples
her cheeks; girl before whom h
blushed to the roots of his dark hal
and stood speechless.
"Your errand?" she asked sweet.
at isn't much of an errand," b
stammered, suddenly aware that
was unusual for an Undated man
dressing-gown and slippers to marc
In upon a school; also suddenly avail
that he could hardly tell this charm
ing young thing that he intended r
porting her to the COMMITTEES Il
lack of discipline. T-er-mere
stepped over to say that your bo,
annoy me by playing in my back yal