The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-10-11

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VIII they come here in our room?"
asked Emmy Lou, 1t was terrible to be at
the front desk. Emmy Lou remembered
the music man. He still pointed his bow
at her on Fridays.
"Of COURSE" said Hattie; "comp'ny al
ways comes to our room.
Which was true, for dear teachers room
was different. Dear teachers room SEEM
ed always ready. and the principal
brought company to 1t accordingly.
1t was after recess they came-the
principal, the trustees therc was Just
one trustee. and a visiting gentleman.
There was a hush as they filed In. Hat
tic was right. It was like ministers. Tho
principal was In black, with white tie.
lie always was. And the trustee was in
black. He rubbed his hands and bowed
to tho second reader class, sitting very
straight and awed. And the visiting gen.
tleman was In black, with shiny black
hat.
The trustee was big man. and his Laco
was red. and when urged by the principal
to address the second reader class, his
face grew redder.
The trustee. waved his hand toward tho
visiting gentleman "Mr. Hammel, child
rem, the Hon. Samuel s. IIammel, citi.
zen with whose name you are all. l am
sure, familiar And then the trustee,
hopping his face, got behind the visit
ing gentleman and the principal
The visiting gentleman stood forth.
He was a short, little mana little.
round man, whose feet were so far back
beneath preDonderating circumference
OF waist line, that he looked like moth.
ing so much as one Of Uncle Charles
pouter pigeons. ~
He was a smiling and -bowing little
man. and he held out his fat hand play
fully. and in It shining white box.
Dear teacher seemed taller and very
far Off. She looked az she did the day
she told the class they were to have a
medal. Emmy Lou watched dear teacher
anxiously. Something told her dear
teacher was troubled.
The visiting gentleman began to speak.
children" and mothers OF coming
generation and "moulders of the fu-
ture welfare
The second reader class sat very still.
There seemed to be gomething paralys-
ing to their infant faculties, mental and
physical. in learning they We're moth
ers" and "molders." But Emmy Lou
breathed freer to have it applied I'M
partially and not to the front seat
Their country, the. pillars Of State.
everything. -sits seemed, depended the
way in which these mothers learned their
second readers. GAS mothers and mold
crs, they must learn now in youth to
read. to number, to spell-exactly-to
SPELL" And the visiting gentleman
nodded meaningly, tapped the white box
and looked smillngly about. The moth
ers moved uneasily The smile they
avoided. But they wondered what was
in the box.
The visiting gentleman lifted the lid,
and displayed a glittering. shining some
thing on a bed Of pink cotton.
Then, as II struck by happy thought.
he turned to the blackboard. He looked
about for chalk. The principal supplied
him. Fashioned by his fat white hand,
these words sprawled themselves upon
the blackboard:
1.-THE best spellcr In this room Is to
receive this medal"
There was silence. Then the second
-eader class moved. 1t breathed long
breath.
a whisper went around the room while
dear teacher and tho gentleman were
comforting. Runlor said Kitty Mckoe-
ghany started 1t. Certainly Kitty, in her
desk across the aisle from Hattie. In
the sight OF all, tossed her black head
knowingly.
The Whisper concerned the visiting
gentleman "Iie Is running for trus-
tee said the whisper
+ Emmy Lou wondered. Hattie seemed
to understand. HE puts his name up
On tree-boxes and fences" she whisper
ed to Emma Lou. "and that's running
for trustee"
The rumor was succeeded by another.
He's running against the trustee
that's not here to-day"
No wonder Kitty McKoeghany was
L.. NIr~A
was boundlcss.
The third confidence was freghted
with strange import. It came straight
from Kitty to Hattie, who told 1t to
Emmy Lou.
when he's trustee he means tho
school board shall take his pork house
for the new school,
Even Emmy Lou knew the pork house
which had built itself unpleasantly near
the neighborhood.
Just then the second reader class was
summoned to the bench. AS the line
took its place hush fell. Emmy Lou,
at It's foot, looked up Its length and Won
dered how 1t would seem to be Kitty Nc
Koeghany at the head
The three gentlemen were looking at
Kitty, too. Kitty tossed her head. Kitty
was used to being looked at because OF
being head.
lNe low WU|uS VI Iile 6Sll'Su'au bCuS'''
ed the foot of the line. "The head one,
that's McKoeghany's little girl" It was
the trustee telling the visiting gentlemen.
Emmy Lou did not wonder that Kitty
was being pointed out Kitty was head,
But Emmy Lou did not know that It was
because Kitty was Mr.. Michael Mckoegh-
anys little girl that she was being point
ed out as we'll as because she was head.
for Mr.. Michael McKoeghany was the
political boss Of g district known as Linn :
erck and by tho vote OF Limerick, y man
running for office could stand or fall.
Now there were many thing unknown
to Emmy Lou, about which KITTY, being
the little girl Of Mr.. Michael McKoegh-
any could have enlightened her.
kitty could have told her that tho yard
of the absent trustee ran back to the pork
house. Also that the trustee present was
part owner OF that offending building.
+ nr further that Emmy Louis Uncle
Charlie, leading an .trate neighborhopd to
battle, had compelled the withdrawal of
the obnoxious business,
But to Emmy Lou only one thing was
clear, Kitty was being pointed out by
the principal and the trustee to the visit
Ing gentleman because she was head.
Dea ten cher took the hook, She stood