The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1913-10-18

! Of her. but I'm looking every minute
glad you're here"
Condolences were impracticable, be
cause of tousled-headed, ink-stainet
pupil who gloomed in a corner.
why, hello. there, Jakey!" criet
Clinton. disconnected; he had hope,
that Fran's subjugation might TAX,
place without witnesses. What ar,
you doing here, hey?"
"Waitin' to be whipped" was the de
fiant rejoinder."
Tell the professor you're sorry fol
what you've done, so you can ru1
along" said the chairman of the board
persuasively.
Nav. | amt sorry" returned Jakey
hands In pockets. Then bethinking
himself-"But ! amt done nothih'."
Abbott said regretfully, He'll 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 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 rejoiced that
Robert Clinton was there to witness
his Indifference.
This is the problem" Fran said.
with exceeding primness, pronouncing
he word as il 1t were too large fos
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 grasped the
book To read the proposition. His
land was against hers, but she did not
iraw away. for had she done SO. how
'ould he have found the place?
Fran. with uplifted eyes. spoke in
he plaintive accents of a five-year-old
hid: Right there. sir it's
wful hard"
Robert Clinton cleared his throat
nd produced a sound bursting with
his and r's-his warning
assed unheeded
Never before had Abbott had so
much Of Fran. The capillaries of his |
kin. as her hand quivered warmly
gainst his, seemed drawing her in; |
nd as she escaped from her splendid |
lack orbs, she entered his brain by |
he avenue Of his own thirsty eyes.
What was the use to tell himself that
he was commonplace, that his posi-
lon was in danger because of her?
her hair fell slantwise past
ne corners Of her eyes, making a
'iangle OF smooth white skin to the
pots OF the hair, and it seemed good.
list because 1t was Fran's way and
OF after a machine-turned fashion:
ran was done by hand. there was no
oubt of that.
sit there" Abbott said, gravely
ointing. She obeyed without a word
'aving the geometry as hostage in the
hand. When seated at a dis.
rect distance, she looked over at Bob
linton. He hastily drew on his Spec
.cles, that he might look old.
Abbott volunteered, This Is Mr.
linton, President Of the Board"
Il know" said Fran, staring at her
encil and paper, hes at the head
the show. and watches when the
nd animals are tanned"
Clinton drew forth a newspaper. and
oened 1t deliberately.
Fran scrubbed for some time. then
oked over at him again. did you
IT it," she asked, with mild interest.
Did get-what?" he returned. with
lZzled frown.
"Oh. don't know what 1t is" said
ran with humility; ''the name of it's
eligion'."
IF | were you," Clinton returned. ,
lshing. I'D be ashamed to refer to ;