Los Angeles herald., 1910-02-06

blinked rapidly, swallowed resolutely.
and remarked:
Teacher, this years nineteen hun
dred and two," and knew that all was
0 Ier
The caressing clasp of teachers
hands grew into a grip of anger. The
cCuntenance of Mr.. OShea took on the
beautiful expression of the prophet
who has found honor and verification
in his own country.
''Tl1e best of boys has his off days,
and this is one of them," he remarked.
Morris" said teacher, "did you stop
a reading lesson to tell me that? Do
you think l don't know what the year
is? I'm ashamed of you"
Never had she spoken thus. If the
telling had been difficult to Morris
When she was glad on him." it was
impossible now that she was a prey to
such evident "mad feelings" And yet
he must make some explanation. So
ne murmured Teacher, l tells you
'scuse. l know you knows what year
stands on'y it's polite l tells you some
thing, und l had a fraid.''
"And sc you bothered your teacher
with that nonsense said Tim. You're
a nice boy!''
petling than teachers as the two cul-
prits, for so they felt themselves,
turned to their judge.
"Morris is a strange boy" Miss
Bailey explained. "He can't be man
aged by ordinary methods"
And extraordinary methods don't
seem to work today" Mr.. O'Shea inter-
jected.
9 and I think" teacher continued,
that it might be better not to press
the point"
"Oh if you have no control over him
-" Mr.. O'Shea was beginning pleas
antly, when the principal suggested:
YOU'D better let US hear what he
has to say, Miss Bailey; make him
understand that you are master here"
And teacher, with a heartsick laugh
at the irony of this advice in the pres
ence of the associate superintendent,
turned to obey.
But Morris would utter no words but
these, dozens of times repeated: Il
have a fraid." Miss Bailey coaxed
threatened and cajoled; shook him
surreptitiously, petted him openly. The
result was always the same: IT'S po-
lite | tells you something out, on'y
had a fraid."
But, Norris dear, of WHAT" cried
teacher. Are you afraid of me? Stop
crying now and answer. Are you
afraid of Miss Bailey?'
"No-o-oh m-a-a-an
Are you afraid of the principal?"
'N-O-o-oh m-a-a-an."
Are you afraid"-wth a slight
pause, during which native hue of
honesty was foully done to death-"of
the kind gentleman we are all 50 glad
to See?"
IN loo oh m-a-a-an."
"Well, then, what is the matter with
you? Are you sick? Don't you think
you would like to go home to your
mother?"
"N-o-o-oh m-a-a-an; 1 amt sick. L
tells you 'scuse'
The repeated imitation of a SORROW
full goat was too much for the Hon.
Tim.
Bring that boy to me-" he com
manded. "1'll show you how to man
age refractory and rebelious chill l. en-"
With much difficulty and many as
surances that the gentleman was not
going to hurt him, Miss Bai'ey sue
ceeded in untwining Morris legs from
the supports of the desk and in half
carrying, half leading him up to the
chair of state. An ominous silence had
settled over the ROOM Eva Gonorow-
sky was weeping, and the redoubtable
Isidore Applebaum was stiffened in a
frozen calm.
Morris" began the associate su-
will you tell me why you raised your
hand? Come here, sir"
Teacher urged him gently, and like
dog to heel, he went He halted with
in a pace or two of Mr.. O'Shea, and
lifted a beseeching face toward him.
Il couldn't to tell nothing out" said
he st tells Won sense I'm got a