The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1905-06-15
,on her breast was another white

rose
She gave Bart her hand, a rough lit
tie hand, with marks of toll on it. 80
you are my only pupil today" she said.
And SO he was.
She read today from another part of
The Scriptures and was altogether a
quiet, peaceful Creature.
When service was over Bart did a
bold thing.
May walk alongside of your lie
asked her.
She hesitated at first and then may
have thought of what he had done for
her only week before. 81 suppose YOU
want to ask me something about religion"
she said. I am very ignorant, very
wicked. What can I Go for ycu?''
Il want to ask YOU about Sinson." he
said. going out with her. she looked puz-
zled.
"simson and Dele" he explained; them
you read about last Sunday"
"Oh," she said; Samson"
That's what I said" he returned
''Simson."
His name," she corrected was Sam
SON."
q thort it was simson," said Bart
Anyway, Sinson sounds more Ike as il
You knowed him I'll call him that"
She explained the story as well as she
could, but she seemed uneasy. y ought
not to have read that" she said. 1T was
not the lesson Of the day. But l felt like
it Do you ever Go a thing you feel like
doing even when you know it is wrong
Bart?"
''Alwus," answered Bart.
She laughed.
There she said. q guess that's all
Goodby. l hope to see you next Sunday"
Bart was not 50 sure she should see him
the next Sunday; he had not been much
impressed today But the next Sunday
found him at the mission.
She was certainly glad to see him today:
it seemed TO her that a work taken up in
sort Of desperation was bearing fruit
She was interested in her single scholar
Today she drew him out; at another time
he would have withheld many things; but
the feeling of depression lifting so mirac-
ulously he felt that he must say every
thing he knew about himself
When school was over she asked Bart to
walk with her that she might talk to him
She gave him no advice, but she told him
she had thought over and over again how
brave he had been in rescuing her that
first Sunday they had met
"Oh, that said Bart and flushed and
felt good
And" she went on, brave people are
seldom idle. You must think of yourself
as brave and strong-strong ass
'Sirson?" he Interrupted.
She laughed.
IF he is your idea of strength. yes" she
said.
A few days later Bart got work. 1.-THE
gang" jeered and called him a star mem
Der Saturday night he brought home a
white rose. I'm thinkin' I'd like to treat
you like a lady" he said to his mother
Mrs. O'Donnell had fit of laughing, In
the height of which Bart snatched up the
flower and dashed it out the window.
He afterward saw it in the belt of Name
Reilly, who said that a gentleman friend
had presented it.
Bart was angry all night angry with
himself. In the morning he resolved not
to go to the mission. But he would not
give up his job of work simply because
the gang" expected he would.
When the time came for the school he
went. Miss Calderson was there with her
white rose The sight of the flower made
Bart wish he had stayed away, made him
angry with the wearer of it. But she
held out her hand and looked glad to see
him.
Today the lesson went on without inter-
ruptiOn After school again did the teach,
er ask her pupil to walk with her She
now looked upon him as her mission To-
day he told her of his getting work She
said this made her glad; that he must al
ways work and learn to love work.
Then she wanted to know what he did
evenings, and, on his telling her about
''the gang" she asked him to come and
see her some evening.
'What EVENING"" he asked quickly.
She had to mention one.
That evening he went. taking with him
a white rose. At sight of his gift she
frowned.
You alwus wear one" he said.
Yes" she returned and put the flower
IN little glass on the table of her mean
room, where was the faded remnant Of
the one she had worn the Sunday before
She had some slight refreshment for
Bart, and, strangely enough, he resented
this. He did not wish to be thought of
like that. The evening was not particu-
larry brilliant and Bart went away feel
ing solemn.
He was solemn till Sunday. He consid-
cred it a part of the service now to walk
with Miss Calderson when the school was
over, At parting he asked her if he should
come some evening that week also. This
rather startled her, but she acquiesced.
That second evening she had a cold and
could talk but little.
Bart astonished himself by his own elo-
quence. He asked her if she would mind
reading his favorite story. He listened in
tently.
THAT Ions hair O. his was a bluff" he
said when she had finished. And he
didn't love 'De-lilah, or he wouldn't O.
telled her such steep things. And she
must O been green, for the stories was
TOO thin"
you are right'-and Miss Calderson
was In that semifeverous state attendant
on a cold when dreaminess of idea en-
sues; besides it was no more than talking
to baby TO talk to this boy-"he couldn't
have loved her and told her such untruths
concerning the secret of his strength
Maybe he cared for another woman and
Delilah took him from her. Delilah must
have been more than a paid spy; she must
have been revengeful because he had
loved before he met her. That day when
you saved me from being run over l was
thinking of Delilah l know, and 1 did
not see the horse"
You know De-lilah?" asked Bart
zone of them" answered Miss Calder
son.
"Barty," said Miss Calderson, Suppose
l tell you story. l have never told it to
a living soul yet-perhaps because there
was no one to tell it to; l am all alone in
the world. There was a girl" she said
softly, who cared nightly for man. He
was a great strong man, but he had his
weak spot His weak spot was his love of