Los Angeles herald., 1910-01-02

ous Jacobs, Isdors and Rachels belonged to a
to which Christmas day much as other days
so she went serenely on her way, all uncOnscl'
the swift and strict relation between her mann'
her chances. She was, for instance, the only
in the room who did not know that her critci
Isidore Belchatosky's s hands and face cost her
'three for ten cents' candlestick and a plum
of candy.
But Morris Mogilewsky, whose love for t
was far greater than the combined loves of 6
other children, had as yet no present to b
That his "knd feeling" should be without
when the lesser loves of Isidore Wishnewsky,
Gonorowsky and Bertha Binderwtz were takir
tangible but surprising forms which were dai
hbted to his confidential gaze was more tn
could bear. The knowledge saddened all his
and was the more maddening because it could
wise be shared by teacher, who noticed his 6
bearing and tried with all sorts of artful be-
guements to make him happy and at ease
But her efforts served only to increase his un-
happiness and his love. And he loved her!
Oh, how he loved her! Since first his dread
ing eyes had clung for breath S space to her
ii like man s Shoes and had then crept timid-
ly upward past a black skirt from silk -
apron, a red "iumper,' and "from gold
chain to her ''light face, she had been mis-
tress of his heart of hearts That was more
than three months ago. And well he remem-
hered the day!
His mother had washed him horribly, and
had taken him into the big, red schoolhouse,
so familiar from the outside, but so full of un-
known terrors within. After his dusty little
shoes had stumbled the threshold he had
passed from ordeal to ordeal until at last he
was torn in mute and whlte-faced despair
from his mother s skirts.
lie was then dragged through long halls and
up tall stairs by large boy, who spoke to him
disdainfully as "greenie,' and cautioned him
as to the laying down softly and taking up
gently of those poor dusty shoes, so that his
spirit was quite broken and his nerves were all
unstrung when he was pushed into room full
of bright sunshine and of children who laughed
at his frightened little face. The sunshine
smote his timid eyes, the laughter smote his
tmd heart and he turned to fee But the
door Shut the large boy gone, and despair
took him for its own.
Down upon the floor he dropped, and walled,
and wept and kicked 1t was then that he
heard, for the first time the voice which now
he loved hand was forced between his
aching body and the floor, and the voice said:
"Why, my dear little chap you mustn t cry
like that. What s the matter?'
The hand gentle and the question kind,
and these, combined with faint perfume sug
gestve of drug stores and barber shops-but
nicer than either-made him uncover his hot
little face. Kneeling beside him was lady,
and he forced his eyes to that perilous ascent;
from shoes to skirt, from skirt to jumper, from
jumper to face they trailed in dread uncer-
found-rest. Morris allowed himself to be ga
into the lady's arms and held upon her knee, and
his sobs no longer rent the very foundations
pink and widespread tie, he answered her quest
a voice as soft as his eyes, and as gently sad
81 ain t so big, und l don t know where
mamma So, having cast his troubles on the
ders of the lady, he had added his throbbing ht
the burden, and from that safe retreat had er
his first day at school immensely.
Thereafter he had been the first to arrive
morning, and the last to leave every afternoon
under the care of teacher, his liege lady, h
grown in wisdom and love and happiness. Bl
greatest of these was love. And now, when the
boys and girls were planning surprises and gi
price for teacher, his hands were as empty {
heart was full Appeal to his mother met with
prompt and energetic.
"For what you go und make, over Christmas,
ents? You ain t no Krisht; you should better
no kind feelings over Krishts, neither; your
could to have a mad. -
''Teacher AIM Krisht, said Morris stt
I" all the other fellows buys her presents, unC
loving nit her too; it s polite / gives her presen