Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1908-01-30
HIS REBELLIOUS.
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By DORIS X. PETERSON
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But l don't understand it yet"
blurted the red-headed girl with pouty
lips. Il can't see where you get the
one-eighth. In fact, don't understand
any of it." And she closed the book
in her lap with a slam.
Well" said the youthful, downy-
Tipped professor, smiling from behind
his hat, shall we go over it again ?"
His tone was very patient and indul-
gent. He was lying lazily on the
grass and seemed to be enjoying the
disturbance OF the red-headed girl
seated near him.
Il don't see the use," said the girl
CURLY. I'VE have gone over and over
it. And just can't follow you"
We might try it again." mildly sug-
gested the young educator.
Il will not" cried the pouty lips.
Il hate it. 1t is horrible, horrible. Oh
oh" and two round shining drops
burst over the long brown lashes. Il
most feel like saying it can go to the
devil! Therei" and she threw the
green-backed text book, tablet and
pencil down the grass-covered slope.
The lazy young professor picked
himself leisurely up and sauntered
down the slope after the abused books
When he had returned and dropped
down beside her he said, very slowly
and tantalizingly, smiling the while:
You are delightful If you only
knew how pretty you are when you
are angry! You have such a reckless
amount of vim. Now if you could only
divert it to this green-covered-"
"Green-coverH nothing!" she ex-
claimed angryly, not allowing him to
finish. Il tell you 1 hate it. And l
hate you, too, Prof. Jackson. You are
always laughing at me. 1 never look
at you but you seem to be amused. l
suppose you think 1 am such a big
ninny to be in school. Well, 1 would
have graduated long ago but for hor-
rid old mathematics. know as much
as you do in everything else. And you
know do. Didn't stick you in gram
mar last Monday?"
Yes. Stella, you did," he acknowl-
edged, with twinkle in his eye. But
| am not to blame that 1t is quite as
necessary that you be as proficient in
mathematics as in grammar"
Il don't want to be, 1 tell you.
hate them. Why don't you tell papa
l never shall be able to master them
and then he would let me quit
SCHOOL," she asked him severely.
why, my dear, dear young lady, be-
cause 1 have no intention of losing a
very charming pupil as long as 1 can
help 1t; even II she does hate me-
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pouty lips, tossing her head with its
wealth OF red, red hair. You had no
business to come over here and spoil
my Saturday afternoon by telling
mother that you would assist me with
this horrid old stun If she wished.
You have made me angry and made
me say devil"
We'll, Stella" he said quietly, pick
ing up his hat. II am very sorry that
you hate me, very sorry that I spoiled
your afternoon, very sorry that made
you angry and very sorry that made
you say devil And 1 suppose you
will think me q monster when / tell
you I have enjoyed every bit OF it,
even the devil. and" he spoke still
moro quietly, until his tone and atti-
tude was unenduring to the heated
girl. would you mind not brushing
those petals from your hair. They
look very pretty there"
Prof. Jasksoni" exclaimed the in
dignant girl; you certainly say most
extraordinary things for q professor.
OF course you enjoyed your day." she
continued slurringly. You were not
doing anything but watching the plum
blossoms fall and keeping track of
those sailing boats out there" She
waved her hand toward the blue-rib-
bon OF bay. ut is easy enough to
tell how to solve a problem when you
know how. I hate school and you
know it. l want to stay at home and
help keep house. love to keep
house and tend my flowers. Thank
goodness, your old school will soon be
out, and then 1 can do what please
for while. Heaven knows, am old
enough to know that have all the
schooling 1 need"
well, do you know, Stella, 1 rather
think so, too," he said, surveying her
critically, while a teasing little smile
played about the downy lip. al
though" he continued lamely, school
closing won't make much difference
to me. as have accepted position as
instructor of mathematics in the
Teachers Summer Training school at
Logan"
why, professor!" exclaimed the red
headed girl, turning to him with wide
open eyes. You said you were going
to remain here this summer. thought