Arizona republican., 1904-11-20

deep and restive disgust, He urged in stant and copious bloodshed. His big brothers gang could let daylight into the dude" with enjoyment and dis patch. They would watch him cease lessly, and they would track him down.
 The watching was an easy matter, for Teacher. in common with the ma jority of rulers, lived much in the pulp lie eye. The stranger was often de- tected prowling in her vicinity. He even began to bring her to school in the mornings, and on these occasions there were always violets in her coat. , He used to appear at luncheon time and vanish with her. He used to come . in the afternoon and have tea in Room IS with two other teachers and with ] Teacher. The antagOnism of the Mon itor of the Goldfish became so marked lthat Miss Bailey was forced to remon- irtrate.
 Morris. dear" she began one after 1 boon, when they were alone together, ! you were very rude to Dr .Ingraham ! yesterday. I can't allow you to stay i here with me if you're going to behave ] so badly. You suISed horribly, and you slammed the door against his foot. Of rourse, it was an accident but how would you feel, Morris, if you had hurt pr. Ingraham?"
 Glad sa' q the Monitor of the Gold fish savagely. Glad"
 Morris. What do you mean by saying such a thing?~ I'm ashamed of you. Why should you want to hurt friend of mine?"
 Don't you be friends init him!" cried Morris, deserting his fish and throwing himself upon his teacher. Don't you do it, Teacher, AIissis Bailey. He ain't no friends for a lady," And then, in answer to the Teachers stare of blank surprise, he went on:
 My mamma she seen him by your side und she says-I got to tell you in whispering how she says"
 Teacher meekly bent her head. and Morris whispered in an awe-struck voice:
 My mamma says she like that: He could to be a Krisht'" " and then drew ! back to study Teachers consternation. But she seemed quite calm. Perhaps she had already faced the devastating fact for she said:
 Yes. I know he's a Christian. I'm not afraid of them. Are you?"
 Teacher, no, ma'am, Missis Bailey, l aint got no scare over Krishts, on'y they ain't no friends for ladies. My papa says like that on my auntie, und my aunte she's married now init a stylish fOorwalker. We'm got a Krisht by our house for bosuder, so I know But you couldn't to know bout any Krishts.'
 Yes, l do. They're very nice peo- pie"
 ''Vo. ma'am," said Norris gently. And then still more courteously:
 Its a lie. You couldn't to know about Krishts"
 But do know all about them. Nor ris, dear. I'm a Christian
 Again Morris remembered his man ners. Again he replied in his courtly phrase:
 Its a Iie.' As he said it. with be- witching rising infection, it was aI- most a caress. Its a lie Teacher fools. You couldn't to be no right Krisht. You aint got no looks off Of Krishts"
 Teacher was mildly surprised. She was as Irish as Patrick Brennan, and in her own way she looked it. Truly her eyes were brown, but the face and the faith of her fathers were still strongly hers.
 Not look like a Christian 9" she was saying. Well, then, Morris, what do look like?'
 And Morris ever going straight to the point. replied:
 You looks like a stylish Sheeney." and waited for this intoxicating praise to bring blushes to the light face he loved. It brought the bushes, but they were even redder and hotter than he had expected. There was also a gasp on which he had not counted and a queer flash in the brown eyes
 Morris said Teacher, Morris, did you ever see a Sheeny with a nose like mine?"
 Morris raised his head from the red jumper, climbed off from the silk apron and solemly contemplated the little bit of nose. The truth broke over him in sickening waves. The star of his life had set; his doll was stuffed with sawdust; his idol had feet of clay; his light faced lady teacher was a Chris tian- And yet she was his teacher and greatly to be loved, so he bore the knowledge for her dear sake, as braveIy as he could. He returned to the from silk apron. wound a short arm around the white collar and sobbed:
 Teacher, yiss, ma'am. yu'm got a krlsht nose. But don't you care, no