The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-09-27


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dreamed that 1t was because she was
watching him that tho little boy was
moved to this brilliant exhibition. Pres
entity. reaching TIE end of his page, he
looked up, carelessly, incidentally. 1t
seemed to be borne to hin that Emmy
Lou was there, whereupon he nodded.
Then. as If moved by Il sudden impulse,
he dlved into his desk, and after os-
tontatiously searching In on, under 1t.
brought forth n pencil, and held it up
for Emmy Lou to sec. Nor did she dream
that 1t was for this the little boy had
been there since before Uncle Michael
Had unlocked the primer door.
Emmy Lou looked across at the pencil.
1t was a slate pencil. A fine, long, new
slate pencil, grandly encased for half its
length in gold paper. One bought them
at the drug store across from the school,
and one paid for them the whole of five
cents.
Just then the bell rang. Emmy Lou got
UP suddenly. But 1t was the bell for
school to take up. SO she sat down. She
was glad Miss Clara was not yet in her
place.
After the primer class had filed In
with painting and frosty entrance, the bell
rang again. This time 1t was the right
bell tapped by Miss Clara, now In her
place SO again Emmy Lou got UP sud-
denly and by following the little girl
ahead learned that the bell meant, go
out to the bench"
The primer class, according to the de-
gree of its infant precocity was divided
in three sections. Emmy Lou belonged
to the third section. 1t was the last sec
ton and she was the last one in It, though
she had no idea what section meantf
nor why she was in it.
Yesterday the third section had said,
over and over, in chorus, "One and one.
are two, two and two arc FOUR etc
but to-day they said, Two and one are
three, two and two are lour."
Emmy Lou wondered, four what? When
put her behind, so that when she began
again they were saying, two and four
are six" So now she knew. -Four is
six. But what is six? Emmy Lou did
not know.
When she came back to her desk the
pencil was there. The fine, new, long
slate pencil encased in gold paper And
the little boy was gone He belonged
to the first section, and the first sec
ton was now on the bench. Emmy
Lou leaned across and put the pencil back
on The little boys desk
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with her stump of a pencil. Emmy Louis
were always stumps. Her pencil had a
way Of rolling off her desk while she
was gone, and one pencil makes many
stumps The little boy had generally
helped her pick them UP on her re-
turn. But strangely, from this time, her
pencils rolled off no more.
But when Emmy Lou took up her slate
there was whole sdo filled with diglts
in soldierly rows across so her heart
grew light and free from the weight
OF dlgits, and she gave her time to the
washing OF her desk, q thing In which
her SCI! re,veled and for which, pat
terning after her little girl neighbors
she kent within that desk a bottle Of
soapy water and rags of gray tld UNI
pleasant nature, that never dried, be-
cause of their frequent using. When
Emmy Lou first came to school, her
cleaning paraphernala consisted of
sponge secured by string to her slate,
which was the badge of the new and the
unsophsticated conner. Emmy Lou mad
quickly learned that, and no one now
rejolccd in a fuller assortment OF soap,
bottle and rags than she, nor dia
sponge longer dangle from the frame
of her slate.
on coming In from recess this same
Gay. Emmy Lou found the pencil on her
desk again the beautiful new pencil IN
the gilded paper. She put 1t back
But when she reached home, the pen
| ell. the beautiful pencil that costs all OF
| five cents, was in her companion box
! along with her stumps and her sponge
| and her grimy little slate rags. Ana ABOUT
| the pencil was wrapped a piece or paper.
| It had the look of the margin or
| primer page. The paper bore marks. They
| were not digits.
.Emmy Lou took the paper to Aunt
! Cordela. They We're at dinner
| Cant you read It, Emmy LouT' asked
| Aunt Katie the prettiest hunty.
Emmy Lou shook her head.
"I'u smell the letters said Aunt Louise,
the youngest aunty
But that did not help Emmy Lou one
| bit.
Aunt cordelia looked troubled. "she
doesn't seem to be catching up she
said.
NO" said Aunt Katie
mo" agreed aunt Louise.
"Nor--on," said Uncle Charlie, the
brother Of the aunties, lighting his cigar
| TO so down town. :.
Aunt Cordelia spread the paper out 1t
| bore the wards;
TT is for you i,
/ SO Emmy Lou put the pencil away ~
! ne rrl,ny slate rags, that no harm might
| hefall ID. And the next day she took Il
out and used it, But first she looked oyel
! at tie little boy. The little boy was
/ busy. But when she looked up again he
was looking, o,,,,.
1 The little boy grew red, and wheeling
| suddenly, lell to copying diglts turiousiy
And from that moment on the little DO,