The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1913-07-03

his innocence. q haven't seen i sign
of her but I'm looking every minute
glad you're here"
Condolences were impracticable, be-
cause of tousled-headed, ink-stained
pupil who gloomed in a corner.
why, hello, there. Jakey!" cried
Clinton, disconnected; he had hoped
that Fran's subjugation might take
place without witnesses. What are
you doing here. hey?"
"Waitin to be whipped was the de-
fiant rejolnder"
Tell the professor you're sorry for
what you've done, so you can run
along said the chairman of the board
persuasively
Nav, l amt sorry" returned Jakey,
hands in pockets. Then beth,nl,ing
himself-"But ! amt done nothin'."
Abbott said regretfully Hell have
to be whipped"
Clinton nodded, and sat down sol
EMMY, breathing hard Abbott was
restlessly pacing the floor, and Bob
was staring at him unwinkingly. when
the door opened and in came Fran.
Fran walked up to Abbott hesitat.
ingly, and spoke with the indistinct-
ness Of awed humility. You are to
punish me-" she explained by max
ing me work out this original propo-
sition'-showing the book and you
are to keep me here till get it,"
Abbott asked sternly. Did Miss
Bull send me this message"
She is named that" Fran muir.
INJURED her eyes fastened on the open
page.
From the yard came the shouts OF
children, breaking the bonds OF learn
ING for a wider freedom. Abbott, gaz
ing severely on this slip OF a girl
found her decidedly commonplace in
appearance How the moonlight must
have bewitched him, He reioiced hat
Robert Clinton was there to witness
his Indifference
This IS the problem" Fran said
with exceeding primness, pronouucing
the word as if it were too large for
her and holding up the book with a
slender finger placed upon certain
italicized words
Let me see it," said Abbott. with
professional dryness. He prasped the
book to read the proposition. His
hand was against hers, but she did not
draw away, for had she done so, how
could he have found the place?
Fran, with uplifted eyes. spoke in
the plaintiye accents Of fye-year old
child: Right there, sir it's
awful hard
Robert Clinton cleared his throat
and produced a sound bursting with
accumulated his and r's-his warning
passed unheeded
Never before had Abbott had Sc
much of fran The capillaries of his
skin, as her hand quivered warmly
against his. seemed drawing her in;
and as she escaped from her splendid
black orbs, she entered his brain BY
the avenue Of his own thirsty eyes
What was the use to tell himself that
she was commonplace. that his posi-
ton was in danger because of her,
Suddenly her hair fell slantwise past
the corners OF her eyes. making a
triangle of smooth white skin to the
roots of the hair, and it seemed good
just because it was Fran's way and
not after machine-turned fashion
Fran was done by hand, there was nc
doubt of that.
sit there" Abbott said, gravely
pointing She obeyed without a word
leaving the geometry as hostage in the
teachers hand When seated at dis
Greet distance she looked over at Bot
Clinton He hastily drew on his spec
tacles, that he might look old
Abbott volunteered This is Mr.
Clinton. President of the Board"
81 know" said Fran staring at hel
pencil and paper. hes at the head
of the show, and watches when the
/ wild animals are tanned
Clinton drew forth a newspaper, anC
opened it deliberately.
Fran scrubbed for some time. ther
looked over at him again. Did yol
get it, she asked. with mild interest
Did get-what?" he returned, Will
puzzled frown.
oh, | don't know what it is sale
Fran with humility; the name of its
Religion"
If l we're you" Clinton returned
flushing, I'd be ashamed to refer t