The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-11-05
z. II. MCCune
In Patterson's Harness Store.

cabinet held council. Nathan suggest
ed that it might be possible to bride the
interloper. They would give him their
combined wealth and urge him to turn
his eyes upon Miss Blake. whose room
was just across the hall. She was
very big and would do excellently well
for him, whereas she was entirely too
long and too broad for them.
Morris maintained that teacher might
be held by gratitude. \ list should be
made out, M each in turn, a child a
day, should give her a present.
Patrick listened to these ideas in
deep and FESTIVE disgust. He urged in
slant and copiOuS bloodShed. His big
brothers gang could let daylight into
the dude" with enjoyment and dis
patch. They would watch him cease
Iessly, and they would track him down.
The watching was an easy matter,
for teacher, in common with the ma
jority of rulers, wed much in the pub
lie eye. The stranger was often de-
tected prowling in her vicinity. He
rel began to bring her to school in
the mornings, and on these occasions
ll0Ie VERT dINdNS NlOIGIS II IcI COdl-
He used to appear at luncheon time
and vanish with her. He used to come
in the afternoon and have tea in room
Is with two other teachers and with
teacher. The antagonism of the mont
tor of goldfish became so marked that
Miss Bailey was forced to demonstrate.
Morris, dear" began one after
noon when they We're alone together,
you We're very rude to DR.. Ingraham
yesterday. l can allow you to stay
here with me if you're going to behave
so badly. You suIked horribly, and
you slammed the door against his foot.
OF course it was an accident, but how
would you feel. Morris, if you had hurt
DR.. I~ngraham?"
"Glad!" said the monitor of the gold
fish ~savagely. "Glad.'
Morris! What do you meal by
saying such d thing? I'm ashamed of
you. Why should you want to hurt a
friend of me"
Don't you be friends NIT him.'
cried Morris, deserving his fish and
throwing himself upon his teacher.
Don't you do it. Teacher Missis Bal
ley. He amt no friends for a lady"
And Their in answer to teachers stare
of blank surprise he ven on:
MY she seen him by your
side, ind she says-I got to tell you in
whispering how she says"
Teacher meekly bent her head, and
Morris whispered in an awestruck
voice:
my says she like that, He
could to be a Krisht,'" and then drew
back to study teachers CONSERVATION.
But she seemed quite calm. Perhaps
she had already faced the devastating
fact, for she said:
Yes. l know he's a Christian. I'm
not afraid of them. Are your
Teacher, no, ma'an. Missis Bailey, l
amt got no scare over Krishts, On'y
they amt no friends for ladies. My
papa a like that on my auntie, ind
my auntie she's married now NIT Il
stylish foorwalker. We'm got a krisht
by our house for boarder, so 1 know.
But you couldn't to know bout
Krishts."
Yes. I do. They're very nice peo-
pie"
NO, ma'an." said Morris gently.
then still more courteously:
Its a lie. You couldn't to know
about Krishts."
But 1 do know all about them. Nor
ris dear. I'm a Christian"
Again Morris remembered his man
ners. Again he replied in his courtly
phrase:
Its a lie" As he said it, with a
bewitching rising infection, it was al
most a caress. ITS a lie. Teacher
fools. You couldn't to be no Krisht.
You amt got no looks off of Krishts."
Teacher was mildly surprised. She
was as Irish as Patrick Brennan. and
in her own way she looked it. Truly
her eyes were brown, but the face and
the faith of her fathers were still
strongly hers. Morris meanwhile eX-
his sovereign with admiring
eyes. He could well understand the
of that Krisht. for teacher was
very beautiful and of splendid array.
Her jumper was red with golden but
tons. and her collar was white, and
her hair was soft, with combs. And
she had flight face and a little bit of
nose and teeth. Her apron was from
silk with red ribbons and red flowers,
and she had like-man's shoes and a
watch. This vision of feminine per
was bestowing time and smiles
him. She was actually appealing TO
his judgment
(To be ~Continued.)