The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1911-05-19

learn TO IKE we Americans.
eff there is anything can do to
make the day less bitter" continued
the principal, "tell me how to do it."
"Then excuse me from wearing one
Of the little silk flags In my hair and
gown" said the youngest teacher
promptly.
''You are excused from doing any
thing so distasteful," said Paul, little
sternly.
Thank you, Mr.. Freeman. You
have been more than kind" breathed
Angela as she hurried down the cor
ridor.
The other teachers secretly smiled
when they heard Miss Lands conscien-
tiously drilling her class in the Flag
day orations.
"Mr. Freeman deserves credit for
bringing her to task" remarked Miss
Fleming primly. "She was positively
1nsolent to me. You may expect to see
her treating her adopted country with
respect hereafter"
On the morning of the 14th of June
the assembly hall of the Lakeland
school was filed with proud parents
and relatives OF the pupils. The room
was draped with flags, great and small.
and the platform was decorated with
large punches Of daisies and snow
balls Behind the principals chair
there hung against the wall a large
flag made of flowers-red and white
geraniums and dark blue ageratum.
The teachers were gowned in white,
and each one wore tiny silk flag In
her hair and on her breast-that Is. all
save Angela Lands.
She looked very lovely In her gown
Of white india muslin, but her golden
hair was quite unadorned. She sat on
the platform near Miss Fleming, and
she could not help overhearing that
lady's caustic remarks to another teach
err who sat in the row behind.
The music instructor was leading the
assembled pupils in the hearty sing
ing of 1.-THE Star Spangled Banner"
and unthinkingly Angela's rich voice
Joined in the refrain. Somehow her
heart had lost its bitterness for the
country of her adoption, and the sight
of the stars and stripes seemed to
bring back most pleasantly her inter
view with the principal of Lakeland
school, and when she met him In cor
ridors or on the wide stairs her soft
glance fell beneath the steady light
in his brown eyes. She dreaded these
silent meetings with their undercur-
rent of sweet emotion that she could
not define.
The principal had left the platform
and was comforting with some one In
the audience. When he turned to re-
trace his steps the teachers were form
ing in line to join their classes.
Angela was conspicuous by her lack
of decoration, and the hot color fam
ed into her cheeks rs she realized the
open insult she was finging at the
stars and stripes, under whose protec-
ton she lived, and she ardently wish
ed she had not been SO foolish. Some
thing was opening her eyes to broad
er vision-what, she did not know.
She caught Paul's stern condemning
glance and grew pale.
After awhile It was all over. An
gela's carefully trained pupils carried
Off an honor prize, a silk flag to be
hun" behind the teachers desk, and
to Miss Fleming's amazement Angela |
gracefully received 1t in behalf Of her
class and proudly carried 1t when they
marched back to their classrooms.
She was among the first to hasten
home, and when Paul Freeman sought
her after the exercises were over she
was not to be found.
After supper that night when the
dusk was falling softly over Lakeland,
when the scent of the locust blossoms
was heavy and the whippoorwill thrill
ed from gloomy thickets, Paul Free
man left his boarding house and went
down the quiet road where the young
est teacher lived.
He saw a green shaded light in the
cottage and Mrs. Ambler's aristocratic
features outlined against dark back
ground. Then something white fitted
across the room and came into the
shadowy porch and sat down.
AS the gate creaked under his touch
the white shadow arose and waited
until he paused ut the foot of the
steps.
miss Landis," he began. "I must
thank you for
ooh. no, nor she interrupted softly.
II was thinking of you Just now and
wishing could see you. am so sor-
ry. What little beast have been
about the flag, but do feel differently.
Next Flag day. Her voice trembled
little, for he had mounted the steps
and taken her hands in his and press
ed them to his lips with sudden pas
sion. Then he took her in his arms,
unreslsting
Angela" he said firmly, you're 60
Ing to marry an American. aren't
your"
Eyes" said Angela In n small voice.
but how can you want to marry me
after refused to wear the little fiags7
1t was so conspicuous when all the
other teachers We're wearing them. You
should have insisted on my doing So"
you were wearing them. You wear
them every day. DEAR" he said. draw
ing her closer 1.-THE red of your lips,
the white of your brow and the blue
of your eyes-those are the colors of
my country"
"Our country. dear" whispered An
gela.
Effective Supervision Over All For
eigners In the Country.
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