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

And did you give her my message
about that last week? Did you tell
her that she must send you to school
before nine oclock?" Again Yetta
creature bound upon the wheel,
heartbroken and accomplishing.
We'll, then" began Miss Bailey,
struggling to maintain her just resent
ment, you may tell her now that l
want to see her. Ask her 10 come to
the school tomorrow morning."
Teacher, she couldn't. She ain't got
time. Und she don't know where is the
school. either"
That's nonsense. You live only two
blocks away. She sees il every time
she passes the corner"
She don't never pass no corner. She
don't never come on the street. My
mamma amt got time. She sews."
But she can't sew always. She goes
out, doesn't she, to do shopping and To
see her friends?''
She amt got friends She amt got
time she should have 'em. She sews all
times. Sooner I lays me und the ba-
bies on the bed by night my mamma
sews. Und sooner glands UP in morn
ings my mamma sews. All, all, all
times she sews."
And where is your father? Doesn't
he help?"
Teacher, he's on the country. He
is peddler mans. He walk und he walk
und he walk init all things what is
stylish in box. On'y nobody wants
they should buy something's from off
of my papa No, ma'am, Missis Bal
ley, that amt how they makes NIT my
poor papa. They goes und makes dogs
should bite him on the legs. That's
how he tells in a letter what he writes
on my mamma. Comes no money in
the letter und me ind my mamma we
got it pretty hard. We got three
babies"
I'm going home with you this after
noon," announced Miss Bailey in a
voice which suggested neither mads
nor clubs nor violence.
After that visit things were a shade
more bearable in the home of the abb
sent peddler, and one-half of Yettas
ambition was achieved. Teacher had
glad. There was a gentleness almost
apologize in her manner towards
Yetta, and the hour after which an ar
rival should be met with a long proud
maddox was indefinitely postponed
And. friendly relations being estab-
lished, Yetta's cravings for monitor
ship grew with the passing days.
When she expressed to Teacher her
willingness to hold office she was met
with unsatisfying and battling gen.
eralities.
But, surely, shall let you be mon
itor some day. l have monitors for
nearly everything under the sun now.
but perhaps 1 shall think OF something
for you.H
II likes" faltered Yatta, ct likes 1
should be monitors off of flowers
But Nathan ESpidsrwitz takes care
~ he win hoxaG a Iet
even me touch them. Think what he
would do to you"
Then 1 likes 1 should be monitors
TO set by your place when you goes by
the Principals office"
But Patrick Brennan always takes
care of the children when ] am not in
the room"
HE marches first by the line, too.
He's two monitors"
HE truly is" agreed Miss Bailey.
well, 1 shall let you try that some
day"
1t was disastrous experiment. The
First Reader Glass, serenely good I'M
der the eye of Patrick Brennan, who
wore one of the discarded brass but
tons of his sire pinned to the breast
of his shirt-waist, found nothing to
fear or to obey in his sIpplanter. and
Miss Bailey returned to her kingdom
to find it in an uproar. and her regent
in tears.
81 don't likes 1t. I don't likes it,"
Yetta walled. All the boys shows
fist on me, all the girls makes a snoot
on me, all the children says cheek on
mel don't likes il. hates it"
Then you shan't do it again"
Teacher comforted her. You needn't
be a monitor If you don't WISH
sfIJf Il Hlxoc chol monitors
On'y not that kind from monitors"
well. If you can think of some
thing you would enjoy 1 shall let you
try again. But It must be something,
dear. that no onefis doing for me-"
But Yetta could think of nothing
until one afternoon when she was sit
sing at Teachers desk during a Swed-
ish drill. All about her were Teachers
things-her large green blotter, her
from gold" ink-stand and pens, her
books where the fairies lived. Miss
Bailey was standing directly In front
of the desk and encouraging the First
Reader CLASSIFY command and by ex-
ample-to strenuous waving of arms
and bending of bodies.
Forward, bend" commanded, and
bent, Miss Bailey and her buttoned-in-
back-waist followed the example of less
fashionable models, shed its pearl but
tons in a shower upon the smooth blot
ter and gave Yetta the Inspiration for
which she had been waiting. She gath
cred the buttons. extracted numerous
pins from posts of trust in her attire.
and when Miss Bailey had returned to
her chair. gently set about repairing
the breach.
What Is it?' asked Miss Bailey.
Yetta, her mouth full of pins, exhibited
the buttons.
Dear me! All those Off" exclaimed
teacher. TT was good of you to ar
range it for me. And now will you
watch it? You'll tell me If It should
open AGAIN."
Yetta had then disposed the pins 10
the best advantage and was free to-
voice her triumphant:
"Oh, I knows now how I wants
should be monitors. Teacher, mine dear
teacher, could be monitors off Of TIE
back of your dress?"
But surely you may laughed
teacher, and Yetta entered straight
way into the heaven of fulfilled de-
sire.
None of Eva's descriptions of the joys
of membership had done justice to the
glad reality After common mortaIs
had gone home at 3 o'clock, room Is
was transformed into a lau1 where
only monitors and love abounded. And
the new monitor was welcomed by Inc
existing staff. for she had supplanted
no one and was so palpitatingly happy
that Patrick Brennan forgave her ear