Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1911-11-16
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A Flag Day Story
By ClariSsa Mackie
Copyright by American Press Asso-
alton, 1911.
By ClariSsa Mackie
A Flag Day Story
by American Press Asso-
alton, 1911.

SSuooi' incle was Il lOOh OF greedy
expectancy In her little eyes as she
waited for his response.
what shall | do about the matter,
MI. Freeman, or do you want Miss
lands to make her own rules? or
course the other teachers are making
the usual preparations for the OBJ
van Of the anniversary of the
birth Of our glorious emblem Of free
dom"
"YOu say that Miss Lands refuses
to carry u the program | have out
linedT' he asked at last,
Tyasn
What is her reasonT" e-nss>
"Why, she says it's asking too much
Of an Englishwoman to celebrate the
birth Of a flag that brought defeat to
her CO%untrymen."
A"Please send Miss Lands to me, and
l will talk with her"
After the assistant principal had de-
parted Paul leaned back In his chair
with a certain -pleasurable expectancy
in the coming interview. The shy re-
serve of the youngest teacher had
proved a great attraction for the grave
young man, and the occasional glimpses
he had caught Of her violet eyes I'M
der the thick fringe Of lashes had been
bittersweet lessons in a study that
had not been included in the curricu-
lum Of his university.
The door opened, and Angela lands
entered the little office.
you sent for me, Mr.. Freeman
she inquired in her low vibrant voice.
He turned hts dark, thoughtful face
toward her; it was almost stern in its
self repression Yes, Miss lands. Is
1t true that you have refused to carry
out the Flag day program assigned to
your ROOM"
Eyes" she said.
"Do you not call that insubordina-
tion?" he asked quietly.
Eyes"
"You know the penalty for that, Miss
Landis?"
1.-The culprit shall be called before
the board and II found guilty shall be
dismissed" returned the youngest
teacher promptly, quoting from the
rules that hung in each classroom.
Paurs lips twitched a little. Il hope
1 shall be spared that unpleasant duty,
Miss Lands. Can't We compromise
the matterY'
She looked out of the window at the
tumbling bees, and her eyes clouded
with sudden concern. 1t would be a
serious catastrophe If she should lose
her position in the Lakeland school. 1T
would mean the breaking up of the
tiny home she and her widowed mother
had made in the new country and their
removal to another town and the con-
sequent expense, which they could Ill
afford.
The color faded from her cheeks, and
a frightened questioning glance came
into the violet eyes.
"You are troubled, Miss Lands. Per
haps | may be able to help you out"
suggested the principal in his pleasant
voice. He had read in her face the
problems that confronted her. "Tel
me what you did last year on the l4tb
Of JuneY"
81 was not here then. l came at the
same time you did, Mr.. Freeman-a'
the opening Of the fall term in Sep
tember."
The principal drew a sheet Of paper
from a drawer In his desk and studied
the penciled memoranda he had made
Of the exercises for Flag day. He
looked up, and his brown eyes caught
hers with one Of his rare smiles.
81 see that your class Is not called
upon to perform many deeds OF pa
triotism on the 14th. They are &c
assemble In the hall with the rest OF
the school, and three Of your children
are to recite poems about their-your-
our flag, Miss Lands. Except fol
joining In the singing Of patriotic
songs they have nothing else to do
Surely you cannot object to drilling
them In these poems, and the music
Instructor will take charge Of the sing
ing"
Miss Lands rose and stood before
him, her red lips curving rebelliously
81 do object to carrying out these In
structions, Mr.. Freeman, but l must
submit because l am afraid l will losf
my position. But you don't know how
hate this countryw She turned fash
ing eyes on him In which all the gen
tleness had given place to contempt.
81 wish you would tell me why yor
hate It," he said calmly.
"You cannot understand" she SAID
bitterly. Il was born and bred II
England. Until five years ago | hat
never seen America. Then my moth
er married again, and she married al
American whom I detested. He talk
cd Of nothing saw his country-it:
size. its superiority, its w~ealth-and h
waved the American flag morning
noon and night. He was a broker, an(
his business was In New York. So W,
came here, and I went to a finishing
school, where the girls laughed at m!
plain clothes and Knocked my accent
Then my mothers husband lost ev
erything he possessed and shortly aft
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