The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-10-28

she read Ringing Salyos or laughter
I greeted the play and stirred the sleigh-
bells on the startled horses beyond the
door. The programme over. somebody
called for Squire Town. a local petit
logger. who flung his soul and body In.
TO every cause. He often sored his
knuekles on the court table and racked
his frame with the violence OF his rhet-
orie. He had stock OF impassioned
remarks ready for all occasions.
He rose. walked to the center Of the
stage. looked sternly at the people and
addressed them as fellow citizens"
He bella bored the small table: he rose
on tiptoe and fell upon his heels; often
he seemed to fling his words with q
rapid jerk Of his right arm as one
hurts pebble. 1t was all in praise OF
his young friend" the teacher. and
the high talent OF Linley school.
The exhibition ended with this rars
exhibit Of eloquence. Trove announced
the organization of a singing school for
Monday evening OF the next week, and
then suppressed emotion burst into
noise. The Linley schoolhouse had be.
come as n fount Of merry sound In the
still night: then the loud chorus Of the
pNiiSs as tACy went away
and breaking into streams of music
and dying faint In the far woodland.
One Nelson Cartright-a jack of all
trades they called him-was the singing
master. He was noted far and wide
for song and penmanship. Every year
his intricate fiourishes in black and
white were on exhibition at the county
fair
''Waal, sir" men used to say thought
fully, I'VE wouldn't think he knew
beans. Why. he's got a fist bigger'n q
ham. But tell We, let him take q pen,
sir, and he'll draw a deer so nat'ral. sir,
ye'd swear he could jump over . six
rail fence. Why, it is WONDERFUL"
Every winter he taught the arts Of
song and penmanship in the four dis.
tricts from Jericho to Cedar hill. He
sang a roaring bass and beat the time
with dignity and precision. For weeks
he drilled the class on a bit Of lyric
melody, Of which a passage ia hero
given.
lone, two, three, ready, sing" ha
would say. his ruler cutting the airs
and all began:
Listen to the bird and the maid and the
Ira. la la la la, ira, la la la Ia:
Joyfully We'll sing the gladstone melody,
Ira, la la la la
The singing school added little to the
knowledge or the cheerfulness OF that
neighborhood. 1t came to an end the
last day of the winter term. As usual,
Trove went home with Polly. 1t was .
cold night, and as the crowd left them
at the corners he put his arm around
her.
..School is over" said she. with .
sigh, land I'm sorry"
For meY' he inquired.
''For myself" she answered. LOOKING
down at the snowy path.
There came little silence crowded
with happy thoughts.
AT first l thought you very dread
full" she went on. looking up at him
with a smile. He could see her sweet
face in the moonlight and was tempted
to kiss it.
"Why?
"You were SO terrible" she answered.
"Poor Joe Beachs 1t seemed ~ II he
would go through the wall"
"well. something had TO happen to
him. said the teacher.
HE likes you now, and every ono
likes you here. 1 wish we could have
you always for q teacher"
'I'd be willing to be your teacher al
ways If / could only teach you what
you have taught me-"
"Oh, dancing" said she merrfly.
''That is nothing. I'll give You all the
lessons you like"
mo, shall not let you teach M
that again." said he.
"Why?"
Because your pretty fest trampla
on me-"
Then came another silence.
Don't you enjoy itT she aaked.
looking of at the stars.
'Too much" said he. First, muse
each you something, IL I can"
He was ready for q query II Il came.
but she put him or.
'I intend to be grand lady" said
she. land il you do not learn you'll
never be able to dance with me-"
''There'll be others to dance with
vou." said he. 81 have 80 much else to
lo.''
"Oh, you're always thinking about
algebra and arithmetic and those
Ireadful things" said she.
mo. I'm thinking now Of Somefhine
7ery different"
Grammar, suppose" said she. look
ng down.
do you remember the couju9o~
ionsf"
''Try me-" said she.
"Give me the first person singular.
passive voice, present tense, OF tbs
-erb to love-"
81 am loved" was her answer a.
he looked away.
"And don't you know I love your
aid he quickly.
THAT is the active voice." said she,
urning with a smile.
Polly" said be, 81 love you a. 3
ould love no other In the world"
He drew her close. and she looked
p at him very soberly.
You love me" she said In Q half
-hisper.
with all my heart" he answered.
I hope you VIII love me some time"
Their lips came together.