The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-06-23
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|, ton was finished. But out here where there was no culture. why should there be refinied crueltyf And now the speech makers also would use the ban
 "A man will face death sooner than a, laugh" trust a creole girl to know that. They were oIeverly inducing Lavinia to make a fool of herself that
 because of his attentions to her. Hal ashamed of his sgirT' that he would
 hate the sight of her. He would be church in his new sulky next Sunday
 And the poor thing loves the very air he breathes. The shameful heart- lessness Of 1t. It shan't bel"
 before the teachers day trying to save drowning men that didn't wish to be saved. Wednesday afternoon
 she detained Layinia Crevecour and the girl from speech making. The
 "Ail the other girls are going to
 make kse% st fns Saye pisaaes Soa speech 'Tve got nice speech. I'm going quick. l won't take long"
 "Oh. there will be plenty of time
 But--what are you going to say?" 'The girls say that's a secret Mo- body must tell till the time cophes."
 Have you ever made speech be-
 Nom. I never wanted to make speech before. It's a nice speech,
 Yes. expect I will be. We'll, if you change your mind
 T ain't going to change my mind" And she went away smiling her pa- tient, swset-tempered smile.
 !, The teachers. psychology opened its know that It Is a fool?" But her conn mon sense sighed: ITO what desper- ate measures will love not goad girlp Ha! The teacher could answer neither. She only hoped that the, ban ner scholars heart would fall her when the time of trial came.
 Friday evening came. with Lavinia at the bottom of the bench. Donician was in the audience. His merry eyes mocking the girls, as. curled and beribboned. they moved with little fiutters of. disdain and creaking shoes to their self-appointed places of honor
 The first girl arose and, with a bow to the teacher and another to the aud ience. recited without trip or stun ling" She had been making that speech every summer since she was ten years old. and she knew 1t by heart. Bowling. amid applause, she engage in a dialogue about a missing thimble. and then fourth one stood up to tell the story of the Wind and the Sun. Ha! All fine speeches; but the teacher was watching the banner scholar She saw the color fade from Lavinia's face and the smile stiffen on her lips as girl after girl got glibly up and talked so long and so loud and so fast. Poor Lavinia! It was her first experience of speeches. And as the color went out of the placid, fair She compllmented each performance" she smiled for every bow. If the poor child would only get stage fright"
 But no! Colorless, with scared blue eyes, her trembling hands clutching her first reader. the banner scholar arose and walked to the appointed spot. Hal What will not a woman face for the man she loves. Though she die. Doni- Lavinia, would make speech too. In that terrible stiffness she bowed to the teacher. bowed to Donlcian. She spoke her speech;
 Throw 1t to me. I will not let 1t fall" There was a hush. a litter and storm of derisive applause burst over the devoted blond head. But no one was ering. scared and ashamed in the seat where teacher had put her. All yes were gloating over Donician. who. red in the face n ana & not 0 in the eoiiar; tG,vrd nad the door. Ha! They had him on the run now and the boldest hailed him:
 "Oh, Donician! what pretty pail. T'row 1t to me. won't let it fall"
 Donician stopped His head went up. His laugh rang out in merry teach you how to make that speech!' he shouted. "She didn't say 'Trow 1t to me- She the only one make speech right. Madeline say, I can't find my timble' Lavinias only one didn't make same old speech. Ha! Sidoni, that eight times I hear you say Some body's Darling And I don't know how many times Marguerite g said Kitchen Clock" Flinging his taunts at them-and there was not one of the band that went scathless of his truth-barbed jeers-Donician backed Go where Lavinia sat.
 '"Thats nice speech you make, La vinia," he said with ringing approval. You speak 1t plain, just like teach er." The boyish voice sank and deep ened. Give me your books, chere, I'm going carry them home for you"
 In the scornful glare of all those bazIng black eyes, Donician made up inc pitiful little first reader and pri- mary arithmetic along with his own big geography. a... ..a indignation and disgust, the teacher stood at the window and watched the two" strolling away through the slanting sunshine.