The Saint Paul globe., 1905-03-26
BY MYRA KELLY

1T was a quarter past 9, and Miss
Bailey was calling the roll, an un-
u dertaking which, after months of
daily practice, was still formidable.
Beginning with Abraham Abrahamow-
sky and continuing through the alpha
bet TO Solomon Zaracheck, the roll call
of the first reader class was full of
stumbling blocks and pitfalls. Teacher
insisted upon absolute silence, during
the five minutes thus consumed, and
so it CHANGED that the excitement of
Miss Blake, bursting into room Is at
this particular time, was thrown into
strong relief against the prevailing
peace.
Miss Bailey" began the ruffied SOW
ereign of the room across the hall, did
the principal speak to you about one
of my boys being put back into your
grade?"
"Oh. yes; some weeks ago."
We'll, he has been, absent ever since,
but he turned up this morning. Are
you ready to take him now?"
But of course How old is he?"
Nearly z. Too old for your grade
and too advanced, but the principal
wants you to have him because my
boys laugh at him. His mother is
dead, his sisters in an orphan asylum.
and we thought that your little girls
might have civilizing influence over
him."
Perhaps they may" teacher cheer
fully acquiesced. Eva Gonorowslly
alone would civilize whole tribe OF
savages. Will you bring him to me?"
The door of room II was not quite
closed, and from behind il came sounds
of talking and of laughter. Miss Blake
threw few words upon the turmoil,
and silence Immediately ems aed. Then
said she: "Isidore Diamantstein come
here" and the only result was a slight
litter
Able Fishhandler." she next COM
manded, bring Diamantstein to Miss
Baileys room"
The tittering increased and to it
were added a scuffie and a sleepily
fretful "Lemme be-" A heavy footstep
crossed the hall and the stalwart Able
F'ishhandler stalked into room Is, bear
ing the new boy in his arms. From his
dusty, unlaced shoes to his jungle of
cleaning red hair. Isidore Diamant-
stein was inert, dirty and bedraggled.
''Oh, let him stand!" cried Miss
Blake sharply. Here, Diamantsteip
what's the matter with you?" This is
Miss Bailey, your new teacher"
How do you do, Isidore?" said Miss
Bailey, as she stopped and took his
hand. Then she added quickly to
Miss Blake: HE seems feverish. Is
he ili?"
Perhaps he is," the other answered
81 never saw him so queer as he is this
morning. You'd better let the doctor
see him when he comes"
Left to his own devices, he had
promptly laid his arms upon his desk
and his head upon his arms. Five
minutes passed. Ten minutes. Isl
dore's brilliant head still rested on his
folded arms, and teacher felt that she
must make some effort to comfort his
Wordless misery.
'Isidore," she began, bending over
him, you won't have to stay here
very long. You may go back to Miss
Blake in few days if you are good
So now, dear boy, cheer up!" But as
she patted the shoulder nearest to her
a long sigh quivered through the little
body.
Now, don't do that" Miss Bailey
urged. 'Tsidore, sit up nicely and let
me look at you,' and slipping her hand
beneath the chin, she turned the face
up to hers.
She was prepared for tear drenched
eyes and trembling lips. but she found
neither. Isidore's dark lashed lids