Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1909-01-15

LITTLE GIRL"
lstiny with her hands. which set the
red mitteus securely pinned To her
sleeves for safe keeping To dancing
merrily. she ,nska like this." squeeze
ing her asts together.
That Will do. Elyl,a. Tony was
speaking,
An picked up the bird. an here 1t
Is cried another boy triumphantly.
producing the dead bird from the
pocket Of his trousers, which were pre-.
cariously held up by one susrender,
fastened by safety pin. Safety pins
played very important and conspicu-
Gus part in holding ON aud up the
clothing Of many Of Miss Fairley's
scholars.
Bring the bird here, Nincenzo," she
said graycly. "I.uncie Filsndina. come
here to me-"
I.uncie came slowly forward, her
face white. snd stood before her teach
Hr.
"I.uncie. did you kill this poor little
hird:" holdiug' 1t tenderly ia her
hands.
Yes. teacher" she answered family.
"I.uncie. il ever n child deserved a
good whipping you do. aud il II were
not a2ainst the rule OF the school
w"u,d do 1t too Nothing makes me an
grier than Ia see an animal or bird
cruelty hurt or killed. What did you
de- II for stcrnly.
f.uncie tiemhled. hut remained silent.
Answer rec. YOU naughty girl
baking her roughly.
.was-hurt." stsmmercd Luncir.
Cries Of "'Twasn't hurt til you and
ArcangeIo got to It. i seen 1t Hying.
You trlls the his lie" came from the
excited children.
Hush, children, That will do. Car.
nina. Dominick. II you cant be quiet
l shall send y"u from the room" said
Miss Farley sharply.
"Surh pretty bird. Arcangelo love
the bird" cried LUNCHES brother, with
4 sunny smile. He did not seem TO un.
dcrstand that his sister WAS I'm trouble
be- ause Of that same bird.
1uncie giaucei for second at her
brother and shut her lips firmly No.
she would not tell the teacher that It
was .Arcangclo who had first hurt the
pretty bird SO badly; that she had then
killed it to save 1t from suffering, for
IL she did teacher would not love him
any more. No. 1t was better for her to
take the blame. for teacher did not
like her anyway. so 1t would not mat.
ter So much, hut Arangelo-that was
different.
"I.uncie. I'm afraid-very much
afraid-you have told me a lie. did
think. with all your faults. you were
at least truthful"
II no iie" replied the little Cir
| steadily. THE bird was hurt, and !
killed it,
THAT will do" sternly. Il shall
have to punish You severely" She
went TO her desk. found a string and
tied the dead bird around LUNCHES
neck. You must wear this all day tC
teach you not to be so cruel, and you
cannot sing or take part in any Of the
| games for several days" She dismiss
ed Luncie to her seat, where she be
came the target for angry giances.
Even little Arcsngelo seemed to re-
alize that she was in disgrace and re
fused TO stay with her at recess, leav
ing her alone. surrounded by knocking
! children, who toFmented her all they
dared. LuDcie bore it all with ap
parent Indifference. tut inwardiy she
was In despair. She knew now. thu,
teacher would never, never love her
for she wonld always believe that she
was cruel and had meant to kill the
! bird.
Luncie WAS right. Miss Farley
treated her with GOODNESS even after
the days Of punishment were over
Whenever she looked at the little gir
she seemed to see the dead bird hang
Ing around her neck.
She felt 4 sense Of relief when a few
weeks later Arcangelo came &C. schoo
alone. Her Inquiries for Luncie wer,
answered by n happy smile and som,
reference to LUNCHES being home
mixed up with the story Of = horse. {
nice man and some mlshap TO him
self. Marion Farley gave up tryin:
to understand the little fellow, decid
my that l.uncie was probably sirl
with some childish ailment. She in
tended TO look her up, but the sprin,
vacation came in a few days, and sh,
forgot.
The second day after she had return
ed to school she met Toay's mother o,
the street.
"fou know Luncie Filandinaw erie,
that lady excitedly. "She YER sick
she so TO die-she been run over by
horse"
"Lnncie hurt" exclaimed Miss Fair
ley anSiousfy. "How did 1t happen?"
she save her brothers life. A BIZ
horse come. lie nearly knock hin
down, and Luncip. she tump--sh
snatch him awsy--but she slip. an,
the horse hurt her. She cry AWAY
now che want teacher. You go?' ques
tloningly.
! ''Of course ] win. Poor little girl