The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1907-01-16


had brought IL In with hlm-and slip
ped out Of the side door, presenting
himself a moment later in the glory OF
his new clothes TO the critical gaze OF
the old maids.
When Bradley started for school the
next day his head was ringing with in
structlons from the old maids concern
ing his behavior and attention to his
studies.
"Now. be good boy, Bradley" said
Miss Prissy
Eyes. Bradley" said Miss Tempy.
Remember. we expect a great deal OF
you. All our people have been smart
scholars"
Just as he turned into the main
road he heard some one calling and
turned 80 see his acquaintance of yes
terday, the girl next door, running 20
catch up, her hood slipped back from
her hair and a denied tin pail In her
hand. Being a girl, Gus carried her
noon luncheon during the winter
months instead Of coming home to eat
II.
On the way to school they met an
other girl, whom Gus introduced as
Clara Hopkins, chum of hers. shes
tiptop. sit with her. She's got most
as many checks as l have" was her
recommendation.
Upstairs at the schOolhouse was a
large room, with rows Of double desks
on each side and a wide aisle in the
center. One side of the aisle was the
girls side, and the other was for the
boys. Mr.. Daniels stiffly shook hands
with the new scholar, asked him some
questions concerning his progress in
his studies and showed him where he
should sit The more advanced pupils
occupied the desks at the rear Of the
room, and the younger ones-Bradley
among them-sat in front. Bradley's
seat mate was an older boy than he,
rather good looking with curly hair.
His name, so he whispered before
school began, was Sam Hammond.
At recess Bradley went out on the
playground for a little while, but be
felt rather lonesome among so many
strangers and so returned to the school
room. II was empty, the teacher tax
ing his customary CONSTITUTIONAL in
the yard After a few minutes Gus
came bounding in.
why, Brad" she exclaimed,
"where've you been? I've been lookin'
for you Why didn't you come on out?"
"Oh, l don't know" replied the boy
Il don't know any of the fellers yet"
We'll you're goin' to know 'em. Oh.
my goodness! Winfield"
The stub tailed dog sat painting at
her feet. three inches Of red tongue
hanging from its mouth.
You naughty. naughty dog" cried
Gus almost in tears. How dare You!
Go home this minuter'
go home, Winfeldw commanded
Bradley. coming to the rescue.
Winfield had gone home by the shed
route already that morning and didn't
propose to do it again. When his mis-
tress tried to catch him he retreated 10
a safe distance and wagged his tail
"Oh. what shall we do?' walled Gus.
"Recess is most over, and if Mr.. Dan
iels finds him here don't know what'll
happen
Bradley made a dash at the dog and
the latter started on the run about the
room. At length they drove him out
the boys door" at the other side
Finally, being penned in with both
doors shut and thoroughly frightened
10 gv,t, 10
between the doors, and hid behind the
wood box.
"Now," said Gus exultantly, you
watch that he don't get out, and I'll
crawl in after him Oh, my goodness,
there's Mr.. Daniels comm noww
The cOwhide boots of the teacher
were heard on the stairs Bradley, in
desperation, shut the closet door upon
the imprisoned Winfield Mr.. Daniels
stepped to the rope in the entry and
gave it pull The bell above respond
ed with a single note, and the scholars
began to pour up the stairs.
I've will come to order" commanded
the teacher Bradley, CHANGING across
the aisle at Gus. saw that she was as
white as the whitewashed wall.
First class in arithmetic" said Mr..
Daniels and then from the closet came
a long, dismal whine The first class
In arithmetic stopped In Its tracks and
looked aghast The whole school, with
two exceptions, picked up its ears. The
exceptions trembled.
"Ow-wOw- VOW came from the
closet. Mr.. Daniels strobe across the
floor and opened the door.
Whose dog Is thls?" he demanded
sternly
No one answered.
"Come out of thatp commanded the
teacher savagely. He reached behind
the wood box and, selling the covering
Winfield by the scruff of the neck,
tossed him into the room. Whose dog
is this?" he repeated.
Most Of the scholars knew whose dog
IL was, but none OF them told.
II asked a question: Numbered the
master "Who put that-that creature
In the closetY
Bradley looked at his fellow con-
splrator. Then he held up his hand. 81
did" he said.