The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1912-06-07

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schools, and before her days. Flaxy
Bend district had been a problem In
education.
Yes" said Russell, with almost a
sigh, II came 70 say good-by."
She waited a minute. chin raised.
eyes questioning
Where did you tell me your home
was, Miss Phillips?" be asked lean.
| ing over the top OF the tall desk, and
| lingering a pink rose that was nearest
/ 20 him.
Vermont. It's only a little bit Of
place where the trains stop If they
are tagged. We call 1t Phillips
| Crossing
Il suppose youll be glad to get
home"
Not so very" She spoke reluc.
family, with a little uplift Of her
shoulders. You see, have a step
father, and | am the only child from
the first marriage, and there are seven
little ones now besides They don't
miss me a bit, unless it's good
miss"
why did you come way down here
in the country"
Because | was in a hurry TO go 10
work The city schools won't take
you unless you've been through Nor.
NAL. you know | like it out here.
The work was hard. but the victory
was so much greater, and 1 do think
the children love me"
Russell caught the little wstful
touch in her voice
The old folks are peculiar aren't
they? Hard 20 get along with"
I'm afraid they don't like me very
well-do they?"
They say you're a good teacher
but"
Rose waited and looked up at him
quickly Her brown hair was very
near, with its soft satiny braids. Be
fore he really meant TO, he had tucked
the PINK rose among them.
1T looks much better there" he
added, and wondered why his own
pulses were racing suddenly, like
brooks in April
But what? Please-please tell
me?" she pleaded drawing back but
not removing the rose. What do
they say?"
They say you're a heart hunter"
She leaned back her head and
sighed. her hands clasped back OF the
rose, her eyes looking past him out
of the first open window.
They mean the boys. ! suppose,
Nate and the rest. Could | help It?
Now, truly could |, Mr.. RUSSELL
You know just what boys are. They'd
come here every day, and bring all
sorts of things to me that | didn't
want Why, Lonnie even used to
bring me fox pelts for cloak. Of all
things. Boys are always boys, and
they get over it so quickly. | waS
Just as nice to them as | could be"
II am not blaming you-nor them"
sad Russell a bit unsteadily. only
agree with the deacon's wife that
you are very dangerous and dis
turbing influence TO have around
these peaceful parts"
The tears glistened in her eyes.
"0h. you don't really mean that"
she said pleadingly. Are you try
ing to tell me | cannot teach here
again.?
Russell stared awkwardly down at
her head. as she leaned IL on folded
arms. and her shoulders shook with
sobs
I've tried so hard, and the children
all love me-" she said brokenly. IL
didn't want to go back home at all.
| was going to board here all sum.
mer, and rest"
Then suddenly II dawned on Neil
Russell why he had driven ten miles
that afternoon to make all fit and
due explanations TO the teacher In
stead of writing. He knew just why
he had thought Of nothing but her
tender lips and dark eyes and low
contralto voice for weeks past. He
knew why he had saved every scrap
OF writing she had ever sent him,
and why he carried in an inner pock-
ct a little tan suede glove he had
found beside her chair after board
meeting one day oh, yes, ne knew
now, and he imprisoned both her
hands In his and raised them to his
lips.
Rose" he said stop crying.
I've brought you another heart.
dear"
She stopped sobbing. but did not
raise her head.
Il haven't any one in the world
myself came up here from New
York and got along well There's
enough saved In the bank 10 buy US
a good home In the fall. I think I
could make you happy. Rose, II | may
wear you. dear"
What would you tell the deacon's
wife and-and-all the rest?" she