The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-02-12

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that day inaugurated a denghtfuii,
vigorous exercise for which archi
Itccturally she was not designed.
/ There was yet room for hope TIA
some one else would see the breacl
ana brave the danger. I;ut no. The
visitor sat stolidly IN the chair u
state. the principal sat serenely Desid,
oi'n. the chI len sat each in his owl
littlc place behind his own little desk
lhceping his own little eyes Oh his owl
little book.
Up into tho quiet air went his timiC
nand. Teacher. knowing him in nj:
imore garrulous moods, igno"ad til'
Threatened interruption OF Berthat
1piritcd resume, but the windmill &C
ton of the little arm attracted The
Honorable Tins attention.
Tho best of boys wants you,' he
Sugge-ted, ana Teacher )erforcc
| asked:
| We'll. Morris. what is ?"
! Not until he was on his feet die
n" Monitor Of the Gold Fish Bowl ap.
o"cciate the enormity Of the mission
he had undertaken. The other chill
drcn began to understand. and watch
ed his struggle for words and breath
| with sympathy CT derision. as th.il
natures prompted. But there are nc
words in which one may politely men
/
glass Of fashion. Morris's knees
trembled queerly. his breathing grew
| lificult. ana Teacher seemed very
great way off as she asked again:
We'll what is it. DEAR
| Morris painted a little, smiled weak
| ~, end then sat down. Teacher was
evidently puzzled, the comply" alert
| the principal uneasy.
| Nov. Morris" Teacher demonstrate
/ cd 81
But Morris had deserted his eti-
| luette aud his Teracity, and mur;nurcd
| only:
"Mothings."
Just wanted to be noticed" said
| The Honorable Tim. 1T is easy to spoil
| them" And he watched the best Of
boys rather closely tor Il habit of in
terrupting reading lessons. Wantonly
and without reason. was q trait IN the
young Of which he disapEroyod.
When this Misrepresentation n'2nifrSt-
ed itself in Mr.. D'Shea's couutenacc,
The loyal heart of Morris Interpreted
t us Il new menace 10 Isis sovereign.
No later than yesterday she had warn
ed them of tho vital Importance OF CO.
!lcrcncr. Every on" knows" SHE had
said that only common little boys
md girls come apart. NO one eyer
likes Them and the big stranger was
even n ~ lnIS'udgin;s her.
Again his short arm agitatcd the
quiet air. Again his trembling legs
upheld a trembling boy. Again ar-
thority urged. Again Teacher asked:
Well Morris; what is it, dear
All this was as before. but not as
before was poor harassed Miss Bailey
swoop down the aisle, her sudden taxi
ing of Marris's troubled little face be
tween her soft hands. the quick near
meeting with her kind eyes. the note
Of pleading in her repetition:
What do you want, Morris?''
lie was beginning TO answer when
it occurred to him that the truth
might make her cry. There VAS an
unsteadiress about her upper liz
which seemed to indicate the possibili-
ty Suddenly he found that he no
longer yearnod for words in which to
tell her OF her disjointmcnt. but for
something clse-anything elsc-to say.
His miserable eyes escaped from
hers and wandered Ia the wall in
desperate search for conversation.
There was no help in the pictures, no
inspira ton in the plaster casts, but
Oh tho blackboard ne read. Tues
day, January 2lst. 1902 Only the
date. but he must make it serve. With
Teacher close beside him, with The
hostile eye Of the honorable Tim upon
him. heugcJ rounda bout by the
heightened or admiring regard Of tn"
First Reader class. Morris b,inlted
apidly. swallowed reSoiutcly, and re
marked:
Teacher, this years Nineteen hum
dred and two" and know that all was
over.
The carcssjng clasp of Teachers
hands grew into 3 grip of anger. The
countenance Of Nj. O'Shca took on The
beaulitied expression Of tn" prophet
who has found honor and verjHcauon
in bis own country.
THE best OF boys has his Oft days.
and this is ono OF thc11," he remarked.
Morris" said Teacher, did You
stop q reading lesson TO tell me that.
Do you think I don't know what the
ycar is" I'm ashamed Of you.
Never had she spoken thus. If the
telling had been difficult to Norris
when she was glad on him. it was
impossible now that she was prey
TO such evident mad feelings And
So he murmured: Teacher. | tells
you 'scusc. ! know you knows What
year stands, only it's polite tells
you something. und I had fraid.''
And SO you bothered your teacher
with that nonsense" said Tim. You're
a nice boy"
-Morris's eyes were hardly more APP
pedllllg IMAM lSd''4iPi - 40 tilt NV tut~
prits, for so they felt themselves turn
ed to their judge.
Morris is II strange boy Miss Bal
ley explained. He can't be managed
by ordinary methods
And traordinary methods don /
seem TO work today" Mr.. O'Shea in"
terjected.
"---and think" Teacher con-
,inucd, that ii might be better not to
press the point"
oh. if you have no control over
him-" Mr.. OShea was beginning
pleasantly. WHOM the principal sug-
gestcJ:
you'd better let us hear what he
mas TO say, Miss Bailey: make him Un-
dcrstand that YOU arc master here.
AnG Teacher. with . hcart-sicl1 laugh
II the irony of this advice in the
presence Of tho associate supcrintcnd-
ant. turned to obey.
But Morris would nttcr no words
out these. dozens Of times repeated: II
have o fraiu," Miss Bailey coaxed,
Srihc1, threatened and cajoiea: shook
aim surrcptitioCsly, pctted him openly.
The result was always the same: ITS
polite ] tells YOU something out, ony
[ had q fraid,'s