The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1906-01-17

had their fathers fierce, hawklike pro-
| die. softencd by youth and the appall-
ing height and robustness due TO the
freedom and fresh air of a nomadic
existence. Their costumes might.
Mary thought. have been fashioned out
OF gunny sacks by the simple expedl-
ent Of cutting holes for the head and
arms. The boys wore overalls and
flannel shirts. which, in contrast to the
sketchy effects Of their sisters cos
tunes. seemed almost modish. Mrs.
Yellctt then left the "class ROOM" say
| Ing she must take Ben's place with the
sheep.
The Brobdingnags. huge OF stature.
sinister OF aspect. deeply distrustful of
the rites In which they were about to
participate. closed In about their
| teacher.
Miss Carmichael took her place be-
hind the upturncd tub.
"Will you please be seatedr" she
said.
! Mary made out n roll call, and by
| unanimous consent IL was agreed to
arrange the class as It then stood, or,
rather, squatted, with the herculean
Ben at the top. and gradually dimin-
isbing ia size till 1t reached the vanish
ing point with Cacta, who was ten and
the least terrifying of all.
And now ventured the teacher,
with the courage of white rabbit,
what have you been In the habit Of
studylngy'
Absolute silence ON the part of the
class. which confronted its questioner
straight as n row OF bottles, present
ing faces imperturbable as so many
! sphinxes.
Other questions met with an equally
disheartening response. Miss Car
michael sat up straight. pushed back
the persistent curls from her face and
bent every energy toward the achieve
ment Of firm demeanOr.
'Clematis.' said she. wisely select.
ing perhaps the least formidable Of the
class. II want you to give me some
idea Of the kind OF work you have been
doing. so that we may all be able to
understand each other. Now, In your
mathematics. for instance. which OF
You have finished with your arithme
tic, and which
What do you meany" begged Glenn
ats, some what fearful
where are you In your arlthmetlc?'
Nowhere. ma am"
"Do you mean you have never learn
ed any?" Mary Carmichael shudtiered
as she icily put the question.
Yes, ma'am."
rs that the case with all Of your.
Emphatic mods left no room for
| doubt.
Then Wen leave that for the pres
| ent. Ii you will tell me- Clematis,
what kind OF work you have been do
Ing In your history and English. we will
get to work on those today. What
books have you been uslng?"
Not unnaturally Clematis. who was
emotional and easily impressed. began
to feel as though she were a criminal
She sobbed In helpless. feminine
way. Ben spoke up from the top Of the
class.
I'VE amt got no books said he, In
grim rebuke, AS though to put an end
to profitless discussion.
DO you wish me to understand, ''
| quavered Mary, that you have had no
studies - mat you - can't read - that
you-dont know-anything?"
That's It," said Ben. with the near
est approach to cheerfulness he had
yet manifested.
Meanwhile there lny on the teachers
desk" copies of Clodd's "Childhood OF
the World" two of that excellent Sc
ries of History Primers" and THE
Young GeologIst." all carefully select
ed IN the fulness OF Mary's ignorance
for the little pupils OF her Imagination.
She had brought no primer. AZ Mrs.
Yelletts letter had distinctly said that
the youngest child was ten and that
all We're comparatively advanced In
their studies. More than ever Mary
longed To penetrate the mystery Of
that Irish linen decoy, for without
doubt II was TO he her melancholy fate
10 conduct this giant band through the
alphabet!
Accordingly, she wrote out the letters
of the alphabet with large simplicity
and sublime remuneration of flourish.
The class received II tcpidly Mary
grew eloquent over Its answering
veritics, The class remained luke
warm, The difference between and
b was matter of Indifference To the
house of Yellett. They regarded their
teachers strenuous efforts to furnish a
key TO the requirement OF the alpha bet
with the amused superiority of grown
ups watching infant antics with pen
ell and paper.
a, single glance had convinced Ben
that the alphabet was beneath con.
tempt, He yawned automatically AT
regular intervals-long, dismal yawns
that threatened to terminate In a
howl the unchecked, primitive type OF
yawn that one hears in the cages OF
the geological gardens on duh day.
Miss Carmichael raised interrogatory
eyebrows, but she might as well have
looked reproof at Bengal tiger,