The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1904-01-09

Yes, 1nQeed.
Margaret's mirth stirred rebelliously.
She began to chatter gayly, and though
out of respect to her, M. Lecerf mutfled
his mighty ha-ha, her own laughter rang
out unrestrained. And this merry mood
was not dampened by her reception, for
madam, in her relief to find that the
teacher was not man, was gracious
to gleefulness, and as the long line Of
clumsily shod days faded from her fu-
ture she joyously resolved to break in
on the setting she was saving, and give
the new teacher fried eggs for supper.
The school having thus opened with
eclat, run smoothly through the first
four weeks Miss Margaret grew bright
eyed and rosy-cheeked from much walk
ing among the pines and faithful doing
of her daily mead Smiles came easily
to her lips and songs fingered there.
She sang often. Too often it would
seem after that Sunday when she came
in from stroll and found handsome
lad smoking cigarettes on the front gall
lery for Marie's benefit Marie intro
duced him shyly as M. PHILIPPE and the
boy greeted her with fine French grace,
throwing away his cigarette and prof.
chat little, thinking to please Marie.
Mallieureux! that a woman should be
so dull Of wit!
But she pleased M. PHILIPPE! Oui,
vraiment. Such a combination of blue
eyes, white brow, pink cheeks and fluffy
hair had never before entered M. Phil
| lipe's ken. When he told her good-by
!, he promised to bring her mail next Sum
day. And next Sunday he brought it.
Margaret went out to thank him, and
stopped to chat little. She was so anx-
ious to be polite to Marie's friend, and
show him that she appreciated his cour-
tesy. Which was all very we'll. But
when she went back to her room, NJ.
PHILIPPE talked to Marie about her
which was all very bad, stupid. VOLTA!
To talk to ones sweetheart about anoth-
er woman. And then, which was still
more stupid, he brought the teachers
mail one day when it was not Sunday.
He and the teacher sat down on the gall
lery to chat while he waited for mon
sieur to come in, and Marie came up the
branch with the weeks wash in a tub
on her head and found them there. The
teacher looked fresh, dainty; she wet,
toil-stained. All Sacre!
The next day Marie was su!len at
school, and all Marie's little brothers.
taking their tone from Marie were sui
len also. The teacher tried patience
in vain. She resorted to discipline, and
all Marie's cousins-c'est a dire the
whole school-joined in the insurrec-
ton. The big girls rose as one man.
Rivalries among themselves? MATS
oui! But no outsider should poach up
on their preserves, teacher or no teacher.
AT home they spoke openly of leaving
school, and little brothers and sisters,
true to the lead, told tales of pedagogic
injustice narrowing to hear. Every
twilight witnessed the roasting of Miss
Margaret upon a dozen well-scrubbed
doorsteps. Monsieur alone stood firm,
shaking his head with good-natured in
credulty at the startling reports and
silencing all protests with his powerful:
"Das all right; das all right Mees
Mar'git git good fetch, vas. Good fetch"
the young teachers shoulders when he
overlook her ON the road from school
one hot afternoon moved the big man
to more active measure.
Good even, Mees Mar'git. How's
school getting on?" he sung out, cheer
lily, as he swung from saddle. and turned
to walk beside her.
pretty we'll" She looked up brave
ly, but that broad indulgent smile
claimed it's usual tribute of confidence.
THE children dom sssemt to- like me any
more" she 'faltered.
Il know, me, hesaid ,ssoothtngly, "but
d1s all right. !Beeg gals get crank
some times. Don like people to taAtto
des young fellows. Mex 'em mad ,yyas!
But das all right. Me and Sylvan been
, talk 'boutit. He say lhees gal tell!fiim
school goin' be shot top lButl1:tell!liim
me, If does beegs gals don watchto ont, d es
be shop top, ias what. And Sylvan
laugh. Say 'Das right, yas.' Das all
right. sho."
{ The big man laughed his big. ha=ha As
he climbed back into saddle and then
leaned down to Margaret with a twinkle
in his kind eyes. Better let me bring
, your mail, eh, Mees Margit?"
TFl be ever so much cpKliged," she
= flashed up to him, with swift compre.
r hension.
. "Das all right, vas. Dasallright," and
to his horse: GALLONS, cheval, allons.
t Miss Margaret was very matter-of
Q fact when she addressed Marie Louise
D that sameevening. saying:
t ooh, Marie, If you happen to see Mr.
1 PHILIPPE. will you please ,tell,him, / have
4 made other arrangements about m,
; mail? know 1t has been u miusanc,
to him."
!, VOLTA. The big girls were all glad
ness, the little ones all glee. The schoo
was running again on its well-oilet
> wheels.
. Pourquoi? All, mon ami, the teache
had bowed gracefu1ly,to that unwritte,
r law of*theirs: "A has les mains"