Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-11-05


fresh heart, and her smile grew a lit.
tie less glazed, her sprightliness a Lit.
tie less painful.
Yes, we give thanks" she said.
Now, who can tell why We give
thanks? Who can think of something
nice that he is thankful for?"
At these pleasant words of some.
thing nice Frederick Williams face
frightened.
WELL Frederick" smiled Miss Lucy.
hopefully, what are you thankful
fOr?"
The gizzard," said Frederick VIII.
liam.
1t was then that Miss Lucy gave up
the fight She was about to sink
YEARLY into her chair and defeatedly
order writing lesson, when the visit.
ing teacher, who had been viewing
her struggles with the cold tolerance
OF the superior pedagogue, came for.
ward
Let me speak to the little ones"
she said, condescendingly.
Miss Lucy assented, and, thus
shelved, she sat down meekly at one
side. As she did so she looked at the
supervisor, and she was surprised TO
see the solemn opening and closing of
one OF his eyes in such manner that
II ne had not been supervisor, Miss
Lucy would have said that he had
winked at her.
The visiting teacher stood up before
Class A. The visiting teacher was
the pure type of feminine pedagogue-
bespectacled, scant of hair, sour.vis.
aged. In reproof of the frivolous fuf.
hness OF Miss Lucy's lingeries. she
wore one Of those antique creations
that can only be designated as a
basque, dusty, black, and scant. With
cool turning round of the decree of
fashion that only priestess of Schol.
astlc Sociology would dare, this waist
buttoned tightly down the front. and
came down in point in the back. So
unique was the effect that Miss Lucy
wondered vaguely if this costume was
the required uniform of Scholastic So
GEOLOGY. Her ingenious mind had al.
ready hit upon a plan whereby she
could conform to this regulation by
putting her own waists on backward.
when she became aware that the visit
ing teacher was speaking.
If Miss Lucys manner had been of
a gentle sprightliness, the visiting
teachers was openly hilarious. Lift
them up" was her creed, usually ex.
pressed with much Uplifting of arms.
Carry them along with you on the
wave of vitality. That is the spirit of
scholastic art"
On this occasion the spirit of scho-
lastic art was put forth more yigor.
ously than ever in final ATTEMPT to
lift the dead weight of Glass AS 60
neglected little moral tones.
Little boys and girls" she began,
with coquettish waving of arms that
Bum, who was the star twirler of his
nine, would have described as a crack
motion, open your little eyes, open
your little ears, open your little
hearts, and listen and look Just as
hard" AS she spoke, she convenient.
ly illustrated her remarks upon the
nearest child. who happened to be
Frederick William; and it was a pain.
tul shock to this most dignified of Miss
Lucys scholars to have his eyebrows
pulled up, his ears tweakeA. to be
gently poked in the stomach, and, as a
climax, 10 receive a rap on the head
at the hand of the playful visiting
teacher. At this treatment his eyes
tlled with tears, and he looked be-
seechingly at Miss Lucy. Miss Lucy's
attention, however, was engaged else
where, for from the beginning of the
visiting teachers address she had
been aware of loudly whispered con.
versation carried on across the aisle
between Sophie Bauerschmidt and
Anna Karenina-a conversation that
ignoring her warning frowns, finally
eliminated in a vindictive shaking of
lists and out-sticking of tongues. In
fortunately, the visiting teacher
caught sight of Annals extended
tongue, and, Little girl, little girl"
she said reproachfully. why, little
girl"
At this Sophie staggered, but Anna
glowered threateningly.
I'D ain'd my fauld," she said angri.
ly. She says him's"-pointing &C.
cusingly at the supervisor-"her ia.
ther, and you're her mother, und you
ain'd. Onct | seen Miz Luzy's mother,
und she ain'd so old ad ALL"
After this blank occurred in Miss
Lucy's memory, and it was not until
the middle of the writing lesson that
she fully recovered. The committee Of
three had gone.
After school the principal came to
her.
You'll have to try again." he said
regretfully. You didn't pass. You
made a good try. and the supervisor
and l would have let you in anyhow,
but l don't think the-er-maternal
idea exactly appealed to our distin.