Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-18

and here they are, Stlil tfaVeiln8, anu going now, it may be, to the remotest corners of the earth. The big boys talked about this matter of lying and declared the teacher was right.
 There's Funk Hosely," said Sam Price. "Nobody'd take his word fur nuthin'."
 "'Less he was f say he was fool out an out" another boy suggested.
 Dunno as I'd believe him then" said Sam, fer I'd begin t think he knew suthin'."
 A little girl came in crying one day.
 What is the trouble?" said the teach CT tenderly, as he leaned over and put his arm around her.
 My father is sick" said the child. sobbing.
 "Very sick ?" the teacher inquired.
 For a moment she could not answer, but stood shaken with sobs.
 "The doctor says he can't live" said she brokenly.
 A solemn stiffness fell in the little schoolroom. The teacher lifted the child and held her close to his broad breast moment.
 Be brave, little girl" said he, pat ting her head gently. Doctors don't always know. He may be better to- morrow"
 He took the child to her seat and sat beside her and whispered moment, his mouth close to her ear. And what he said none knew save the girl her self, who ceased to cry in a moment, but never ceased to remember 1t.
 A long time he sat, with his arm around her, questioning the classes. He seemed to have taken his place be tween her and the dark shadow.
 Joe Beach had been making poor headway in arithmetic.
 "I'll come over this evening, and we'll see what's the trouble. It's all very easy" the teacher said.
 He worked three hours with the young man that evening and filled him with high ambition after hauling him out of his didlculty.
 But of all difficulties the teacher had to deal with, Polly Vaughn was the greatest. She was nearly perfect in all her studies, but little mischieyous and very dear to him. "Pretty'-that is one thing all said of her there in Faraway, and they said also with a bitter twang that she loved to lie abed and read novels. To Sidney Trove the word pretty" was inadequate. As to lying abed and reading novels, he was free to say that he believed in it.
 We get very indignant about slav- cry in the south," he used to say. but how about slavery on the northern farms? I know people who rise at cockcrow and strain their sinews in heavy toll the livelong day and spend the Sabbath trembling in the lonely shadow of the Valley of Death. I know a man who whipped his boy till he bled because he ran away to go fishing. It's all slavery, pure and sim pie"
 .In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread till thou return unto the ground" said Ezra Tower.
 If God said 1t, he made slaves of us all," said young Trove. When I look around here and see Ysople wasted to the bone with sweat and toll, too weary often to eat the bread they have earn ed: when I see their children dying of consumption from excess of labor and pork fat, 1 forget the slaves of man and think only of these wretched slaves of God"
 But Polly was not of them the teach. CT pitied. She was bit discontented but surely she was cheerful and we'll fed. God gave her beauty, and the widow saw it and put her own strength between the curse and the child. Polly had her task every day, but Polly had her way also in too many things and became a bit selfish. as might have been expected. But there was some thing very sweet and fine about Polly. They were plain clothes she wore, but nobody save herself and mother gave them any thought. Who. seeing her big, laughing eyes. her finely modelled face. with cheeks pink and dimpled, her shapely. white teeth, her mass of dark hair. crowning a form tall and straight as an arrow. could see any thing but the merry hearted Polly!
 Miss vauNhn. you will please re- main a few moments after school" said the teacher one day near o'clock. Twice she had been caught whispering that day with the young girl who sat behind her. Trove had looked down. stroking his little mustache thought fully. and made no remark The girl had gone to work. then. her cheeks red with embarrassment
 "I wish you'd do me a favor. Miss Polly" said the teacher when they were alone.
 She blushei deeply and sat looking down as she fussei with her handker- chief. She was a bit frightened by the serious sir of inst big young man
 Tt isn't much he vent on. @Fd like you to beip me tesch s little. To morrow morning I shall make s map on the blackboard. and while I am doing 1t I'd Ike you 10 conduct the school When you have finished with the primer class I'll be ready to take hold again
 Sbe had q puzzled look
 T thought you were going to punish me- she answered. smiling.
 Tor whsty- he inquired
 -wbi-periaz.- said sse-
 -Oh. yes. But you have read Walter Scott. and you kn0~ ladies' are to be horo-ed. not rur.sAed ! sho1idn't