The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-02-12

afternoon Of one of those drearv day.
Of waiting for the evil which had now
come, Teacher had endeavCred TO ex-
plain the nature and possible result of
this ordeal to her favorite- 1t was clear
to him now that she was troubled, and
he held the large and unaccustcmeG
presence of the Comply NIT Whis-
kers'' responsible.
Countless generations OF ancestors
had followed and fostered the instinct
which now led Morris to propitiate an
angry power Luckily. he was prepared
with an Offering of a suitable nature.
He had meant to enjoy it for yet a few
days, and then to give il to Teacher
She was such a sensible person about
presents one might give her one
most cherished possession with a brave
and cordial heart. for on each Friday
afternoon she returned the gifts she
had received during the week. And this
with no abatement of gratitude.
Norris rose stealthily. crept forward
and placed a bright blue brOmO-seltzeT
bottle in the fat hand which hung over
the back of the chair of state. The
hand closed instinctively as. with
dawning curiosity, the Honorable Tim
othy studied the small figure at his
side. 1t began in wealth of loosely
curling hair which shaded a delicate
face, very pointed as TO chin and
monopolized by a pair of dark eyes.
sad and deep and beautiful a faded
Dlue jumper was DuIIOned LlSnlly
across the narrow chest, frayed trous-
ers were precariously attached to the
Jumper" and impossible shoes and
stockings supplemented the trousers.
CHANGING from boy to bottle, the com
p'ny NIT whiskers'' asked:
What's this for?"
For you.
Whats in it?"
"A present
Mr.. O'shea removed the cork and
Proceeded to draw out incredible guam
titles of absorbent cotton When there
was no more to come. a faint tinkle
sounded within the blue depths and
Mr.. O'Shea, reversing the bottle, found
himself possessed of a trampled and
disfigured sleeve link of most paipable
brass.
It's from gold.'' Morris assured him.
You puts it in your-scuse me-shirt.
Wish you health to wear it.
Thank you" said the Honorable
| Tim, and there was a tiny break in the
gloom which had enveIoped him. And
then. with a quick memory of the note
Miss Bailey. who is this young
man?"
And Teacher. of whose hobbies Nor
ris was one, answered warmly: That
is Morris NIogilewsky, the best Of boys
He takes care of the goldfish and does
all sorts of things for me- Don't you
I dear2''
Teacher, yiss ma'am." Morris an
/ swered. I'm lovin' much NIT you.
gives presents on the comp'ny over
1 you"
Amt he rather big TO speak such
1 broken English asked Mr.. O'Shea-
/ I hope you remember that it is part
of your duty To stamp out the dialect.
/ Yes. l know Miss Bailey answered
| But Morris has been in America for
/ so short time Nine months, is 1t
not2'
Teacher, yiss ma-an. ! comes out
/ OF Russia" responded Morris, Oh the
/ verge Of tears and with his face buried
/ in Teachers dress.
Now. Mr.. O'Shea had his prejudice
| strong and deep. He had been given
Jurisdiction over that particular dis
/ trict because it was his native heath.
| that he would be more in sympathy
with the inhabitants than stranger
/ The truth was absolutely the reverse
! Because ne had spent his early years in
/ a large old house in East Broadway
| because he now saw his birthplace
| changed to a Squalid tenement, and the
! happy hunting grounds of his youth
grown ragged aud foUeign-swarmiug
! with strange faces and hoisy with
/ strange tongues-Mr. O'Shea bore q
/ suIien grudge against the usurping
/ race.
/ He resented the caressing air with
! which, Teacher held the little hand
! placed so confidently within her Owl
/ and he welcomed the opportunity OF
! gratifying his still ruffied temper and
( his racial antagonism at the same time
/ He would take a rise out OF this youns