The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-07-08
STORIES OF THE TOWN.

The 'baby-room'' in certain ward school
was stirred TO unwonted animation one day
some time ago. One little girl had, during
the recess hour, publicly and openly
told tales" TO her schoolmates about Sec
ond little girl whom she happened to be
temporarily mad at" which tales little
girl No. 2 declared to be totally and abso-
lutely without shadow of founda ton
Teacher herself was drawn into the ARRAY
and embraced the opportunity to deliver a
shalt not bear false Witness" She dwelt
upon the evils Of gossip and ended the little
sermon by declaring that she who stole
another's reputation was, in short, no bet
ter than thief. the while the poor little
culprit. with finger in her mouth. writhed
under the scornful glances of her mates.
A third little girl wrfggled about in her
seat and waved her hand as token that she,
too, had something TO say on the subject.
Yes, teacher" said the third little girl,
seen her behind the schoolhouse chewing
something!
The Cherub accompanied his mother to
church. All through morning prayer, litany
and sermon he was as quiet as the prov
erbial kitten. The beautiful words of the
offertory had been pronounced, and the
voice OF the tenor, so thrilling and sweet
that II brought tears to the eyes of the
listeners. uttered the words of the ever
lovely hymn. Jesus. lover Of my soul. let
me to thy bosom fly when the Cherub
said audibly. Mamma, what kind of fly
is boozum-fy?"
One Of those open-work cars came slid
ing up Illinoise street yesterday afternoon.
packed with perspiring humanity like a
box OF sardines. On the corner waited a
girl and a man, most unordinary-looking
girl. Somewhere in the cool shades of the
North Side dinner was cooling rapidly and
a mother was on the verge of vexation.
The car did not look inviting. but the trip
had to be made somehow. There was not
an inch OF space in the seats, not even on
the three last seats for smokers. The girls
bright eyes caught sight of the tall stool
OF the motorman in the slender space
where that useful individual stood. The
man behind the brake was not using
the stool at the time. The motorman
was surly person who had forgotten how
TO smile. He saw the girl and turned to
growl out that ii was not permitted to
ride with him, but one glance at the trim
figure In white, one glance at the sparkling
eyes and red cheeks, disarmed him. With
one hand on his wheel he made room for
the girl at his side. She perched on the
tall stool and began running fire of COM
ment on the skillful handling of the car.
Flattered, melted. entranced, the motor
man Immediately proceeded to make a
series OF plumbers that gained him the
anathemas of home-going people along the
line. Before he could take mis- eyes from
the girl he had run rapidly by Michigan,
North and ST. Clair streets Then he
stopped at a corner where nobody wanted
to get on and where nobody wanted to get
on His chagrin was pleasantly alleviated
by the girl who, in the course of a few min
utes. had managed to find out how old he
was. when he married his wife, how many
children he had. where he lived. how much
house rent he paid. how much the street.
car company paid him weekly, and numer-
Gus other details of his existence Finally
the girl came TO her corner and left the tail
stool with reluctance. Then the motorman
did something that made the passengers
stare. He calmly left his place, without
waiting for the conductor to come forward
and gave the girl his arm to assist her to
alight. She smiled brightly and tripped
up the street TO her home. Then the motor
man climbed back to his place and reflect
lively bit of a large chew of tobacco