The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1907-08-02

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failed to notice the absence of two
of her pupils from their accustomed
places until the lesson was half over.
why, where are Isabel and VIII
liam?" she asked in surprise.
"The principals got 'em in his
Office" shouted an excited chorus
from the seats.
The room cheerfully and instantly
volunteered to enlighten their be-
nighted teacher. Out of the confused
uproar which followd one caught such
significant phrases as 'a-scrappin',"
"jawin on the stairs" "callin' each
other names.'
children, you know ! do not allow
talking without permission" she said
with severity Il am almost as much
ashamed of you as | am of Isabel and
William" Just then the door opened
and the principal jerlily propelled
two dejectedlooking children into the
room, where they stood, pictures of
despair. Isabels flaming face was
from which a thin, sibilant sniffle is
sued at regular intervals. William,
dry-eyed, glared savagely at a crack
in the floor.
These children, Miss Morris" be-
gan the principal in an awful tone,
have been very disorderly on the
stairs. | wish them to remain after
school until you can settle their dis
pute."
1t was not until after the other
children had been dismissed and Miss
Morris had arranged her lessons for
the next day that she turned her at
tention to the two in the back seats.
Now" she began, 81 want to know
what this is about? Isabel" she COM
manded, tell your story
"He-he called me na-a-mes."
blubbered Isabel, from the heart of
Africa, whose arid plains were in
state Of deluge once more.
"Why. William Morgan" ex-
claimed Miss Morris. Il feel so dis
appointed in you | thought if there
was a perfect gentleman in the room
you we're one"
At these words of condemnation
William hung his head and swallowed
hard once or twice, then glanced un-
easily at Isabel as he blurted out:
well. she's all the time a-callin me
names an | amt a-goin' ter stand fer
il! An | amt never called her any
thing wors'n an old yaller-
Stop" rang out the teachers voice.
Il do not want to hear another word.
And | want you to apologize to lsa-
bel for what you have done! Are you
ready to make your apology now"
There was a sullen silence on the
part of William and an awkward
shutting of the feet which betokened
anything but contrition. So, after
few minutes wait, Miss Morris re-
turned to her work, saying:
when you are ready to apologize,
William. you may let me know"
AS Miss Morris began to look over
the papers in front of her she could
not help thinking of the two children.
There was William, who was simply
serving out his sentence, as 1t were,
until ne should be old enough TO get
working certificate. William, without
the least spark of sentiment, to whom
the beauty of the world was as moth
ing. William, who desired nothing
above the dull commonplace. What
good had eight years in the public
schools done him? And Isabel! Poor
Isabel. who was the eldest of nine
olive branches which owned the patro-
nymic Beeson-Isabel, the victim OF
arrested development, who was pro-
noted from one room to another only
when her physical well-being demand
ed larger seat-what was there OF
JOY and happiness in her life? What
could the future
An unmistakable smoker from the
back of the room interrupted the
teachers reverie at this point. She
looked up quickly and saw Isabel's
face lit up with a rainbow smile as
she sat blissfully oblivious TO her sur
roundings.
Isabel" called Miss Morris sharp
ly.
Isabel jumped guiltily and stuffed
the paper into her desk.
Bring me that note Immediately"
One glance at it, and Miss Morris be-
gan to smile. The note was headed:
My Apology to You" 1t was as fol-
lows:
Dear Isabull-I love you dearly. l
love you more then / can tell ! love
you even when you call me bugs,
frome you loveing Teller
WILLIAM"
You may both go now" said Miss
Morris as soon as she could speak with
a reasonable amount Of dignity. And,
William, no other apology is neces-
sary"
II jist hate her! ] don't love her
a tall! / jist-jist wrote that to"