The Colorado statesman., 1912-09-21
HER EXTRA SESSION
Teacher Cynthia Breaks in the
New Pupil.
BY A. MARIA CRAWFORD.

struck savagely with his cane at the
tender flowers along the country road
He had been promised a degree of
happiness here and he had failed, as
usual, to find 1t.
Say, mister" said small voice,
Il wish you wouldn't knock the heads
of these flowers. want about a
bushel of daisies to decorate our
schoolroom tomorrow. Miss Cynthia's
invited the board to hear us speak"
"Cynthia?" questioned Bob, wonder
ingly. Cynthia who?'
She's just Miss Cynthia, that's ALL"
answered Jimmy Green. "Shes about
the best locker we ever had In this
county. Pa said so, and pa knows"
Does she teach school?"
You bet she does and we're learn
ing. too. cause we love her SO We just
study our heads off to see her SMILE"
said Jimmy boyishly. You must be
Mrs. Golfers brother, visiting over
at Three Oaks. My pa is the gardener
there"
You've guessed right. What's
your name?"
Jimmy Green. Green and gardens
go together. pa says"
We'll, they ought to. at any rate.
{ Now. Jimmy, where do you go to
school?"
Il don't like to tell you cause pa
said to me, I hope Mrs. Golfers
brother don't see Miss Cynthia,
Jimmy, for she's too pretty not to
catch any man who sees her and
you're learning so well at school, l
don't want you to have to change
teachers Pas right about that.
Why. her face is just the color of
the apple blossoms over in your
sisters orchard" Jimmy pondered
for second. Seems like / ought to
answer you civil. you being a stranger
here. The schoolhouse is about
quarter of mile straight down this
road She's there all right. Miss
Cynthia is She's keeping Petite Muir
ply and Tom Vance in to learn their
speeches for tomorrow"
Cynthia! What train of mem
cries and pleasant dreams the word
conjured up for Bob Lawrence, who
thanked Jimmy for his information
and kept on down the road toward
the schoolhouse. This time the way
side flowers were free from his bruis-
ing cane He was thinking-thinkihg
intently of the only girl who had ever
stirred any emotion in his heart. She.
too, was called Cynthia, and her
cheeks were like the apple blossoms
in his sisters orchard. He had met
her almost year before. few hours
out from Liverpool She had been
touring the continent with very
wealthy aunt. The girls beauty had
attracted him at once, and later her
superb health had been added to her
list of other charms. She was the
only woman on board. SO the steward
had told him, who did not miss
meal.
The last night out there had been
a moon Lawrence recalled how eager
ly he had waited for her on deck
while she went for a wrap after din
ner. They had stood together watch
ing the moonlight on the phosphores-
cent waves and listening to the soft
strains of a Hungarian waltz. His love
for her, none the less intense because
of its short duration, had stirred him
nightly, and he had spoken of that
love and asked her to marry him.
NO." she had answered. forcing
back his arms. 1T is not possible. We
belong to different worlds"
What difference would that make.
II It we're true?" he had demanded.
What do you mean by different
worlds7''
You have money" she had told
him. II belong to the broken down
aristocracy of the south. work for
my living. Aunt Lydia took me for
this trip because / was her brothers
child and she was sorry for my
poyerty." He remembered with bit
terness how he had begged, stormed
and argued. but all to no purpose. for
cynthia had remained deaf to his en-
treaties, protesting that his people
would be disappointed.
When they landed, although he had
tried to find out where she lived and
follow her, she evaded him. His pride
stirred then, and he had turned to his
work determined to forget the girl.
but in that, too. he had failed. The
following spring his sister wrote to
him. Your letters sound as II you
were blue, SO leave your affairs-they
are too enormous for a young man,
anyway-and come to visit me for ten
days. The fishing is fine near here.
and YOU can count on mending your
depressed spirits"
4 voice. young and vehement. broke
,nto his meditation. "Yes'm, III do
nv best. Both of us will. won't we.
TomT'
Lawrence looked about him. There
was the schoolhouse. and out the door
rushed the two scholars who had been
kept in to learn their speeches. He
watched them out Of sight, wondering
what excuse he could offer to the
country teacher II he dared go to the