The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-20

some OF the mids out sayin' moth
ings" whief Sadie had predicted. Still,
the cop n-st buttons and clubs did
not appear. though Yetta lived in con-
slant terror and expected that every
opening of the door would disclose that
dread averger
On the fourth morning of her ablu-
lions Yetta reached Room IS while a
reading lesson was absorbing Teach
er's attention.
Powers abover' calculated Patrick
Brennan. with the ostentatious virtue
of the recently reformed. here's that
new kid late again"
The new kid, in copious tears, en-
countered one of the "long- mad-proud-
looks and cringed
"Why are you late?" demanded Miss
Bailey.
Il washes mine face" whimpered the
culprit and the eyes with which she
regarded Eva Gonorowsky added tear
fully: william. behold your work."
so 1 see. but that is no reason for
being late. You have been late twice
day, morning and afternoon, for the
| last three days, and your only excuse
has been that you were washing your
face. Which is no excuse at ALL
81 tells you 'scuse," pleaded Yetta
mine dear teacher, tells you 'scuse"
Very well, I'll forgive you today
suppose I must tolerate you"
| "No-o-oh ma'am, Teacher Missis
Bailey, don't you do it, screamed Yet
ia, in sudden terror. II have a awful
frightened over it. 1 swear. 1 kiss
up to God, / wouldn't never no more
come late on the school. 1 don't reed
nobody should make nothings like that
nit me-"
"Oh, it's not so bad" Miss Bailey re-
a M
something TO happen if you will come
late to school for no reason at ALL"
And Yetta was too disturbed by the
danger so narrowly escaped to tell this
charming but strangely ignorant young
person that the washing of a face was
a most time-consuming process. Yet
ta's one-roomed house was on the top
floor. the sixth. and the only water
supply was in the yard. Since the day
her father had packed assorted no.
tions" into a black and shiny box and
had set out to seek his very elusive
fortunes in the country, Yetta had
toiled three times a morning from the
yard to her room with a tin pail full of
water. This formed the family's daily
store and there was no surplus to be
squandered. But to win Teachers
commentator she had bent her tired
energies to another trip, and, behold
| her reward was a ScOlding.
| Eva Gonorowsky was terribly dis
tressed, and the plaintive sobs which,
| from time to time, rent the bosom of
Yetta's dingy plaid dress were as so
many blows upon the advisers bruised
conscience. Desperately she cast about
for some device by which Teachers
/ favor might be reclaimed, and all jul
bilantly she impaired 1t to Yetta-
Say" she whispered. At tell you
what you want to do. You leave your
mamma wash your dress"
81 don't know would she like ii.
washes mine face fer her und she has
a mad on me-
shed like it. all right, all right
what is clean? You get your dress
washed and it will look awful different
1 done il und she had glad
Now mamma who supports q fam
! fly by the making of buttonholes, for
one hundred of which she receives nine
cents, has little time for washing, and
Yetta determined-unaided and unad-
vised-tO be her own laundress. She
made endless trips with her tin pail
from the sixth floor TO the yard and
back again. she begged a piece of soap
from the friendly ''janitor lady" and
set valiantly TO work And Eva's
prophecy was fulfilled. The dress
| looked awful different" when it had
dried to half its already scant proper
| tiOns. From various sources Yetta
collected six buttons of widely dissim-
! liar design and color, and, with great
| difficulty, since her hands were puffed
and clumsy from long immersion in
! strong suds, she affixed them to the
/ back of the dress and fell into her
corner of the family couch to dream of
Dol v-yA,-.eA
the blended plaid should be revealed
unto her. Surely, If there were any
gratitude in the hearts of teachers.
Yetta should be, ere the sinking OF an
( other sun, monitors of of some
things"
That Teacher was surprised, no one
who saw the glance of puzzled inquiry
with which she greeted the entrance
of the transformed Yetta, could doubt.
That she had a glad, Yetta. who saw
the stare replaced by a smile of recog-
milton, was proudly assured. Eva Con-
orowsky shone triumphant.
Amt / tell you" she whispered ju-
bilantly, as she made room upon her
little bench and drew Yetta down be-
side her. Amt l tell you how she is
crazy for what is clean? Und 1 amt
never seen nothings what is clean like
you be. You smells off of soap even"
1t was not surprising, for Yetta had
omitted the rinsing which some laun-
dresses advise. She had wasted none
of the janitor lady's gift. 1t was all
in the meshes of the flannel dress. to
which it lent, in addition to its re-
assuring perfume, smooth, damp
slipperiness most pleasing to the
touch.
The athletic members Of the First
Reader Glass were made familiar with
this quality before the day was over
for, at the slightest exertion of it's
wearer, the rainbow dress sprang,
chrysalis-like, widely open up the back
Then were the combined efforts of two
of the strongest children required to
drag the edges into opposition, while
Eva guided the buttons to their re-
spectiVe holes and Yetta ''let go of her
breath with an energy which defeated
its purpose.
These Interruptions of the class rou-
tine were so inevitable a consequence
of Swedish exercises and gymnastics,
that Miss Bailey was forced to sacri-
fee Yetta's physical development to
the general discipline and to anchor
her In quiet waters during the frequent
periods of drill. When she had been
In time she sat at Teachers desk in a
glow of love and pride. When she had
been late she stood in the corner near
the bookcase and reperted of her sin.
And, despite all her exertions and
EVA prOmptings, she was still Occa-