The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-08-28

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glad you're here"
Condolences were impracticable, be-
cause of a tousled-headed, ink-stained
pupil who gloomed in a corner.
"Why, hello, there, Jakey!" cried
Clinton, disconnected; he had hoped
that Frans subjugation might take
place without witnesses. What are
you doing here, hey?"
"Waitin to be whipped" was the de-
faint rejoinder"
Tell the professor you're sorry for
what you've done, SO you can run
along" said the chairman of the board
persuasively.
Nav, | amt sorry" returned Jakey,
hands in pockets. Then bethinking
himself-"But l amt done nothin'.'
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 seoke 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
naga.
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 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
the word as If it were too large for
her, and holding up the book with a
italicized words.
Let me see it," said Abbott, with
professional dryness. He grasped 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 plaintive accents of a fiye-year-old
child: Right there. sir it's
awful hard" M
Robert Clinton cleared his throat
and produced sound bursting witt
accumulated his and r's-his warning
passed unheeded
Never before had Abbott had sc
much of Fran. The capillaries of his
skim, 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 thai
she was commonplace, that his posi-
ton was in danger because of her
Suddenly her hair fell slantwise pas
the corners of her eyes, making {
triangle of smooth white skin to the
roots of the hair, and it seemed good
just because it was Fran's way anf
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 word
leaving the geometry as hostage in the
teachers hand. When seated at dis
Greet distance, she looked over at Boil
Clinton He hastily drew on his spec
tacles, that he might look old.
Abbott volunteered, 'This is Mr.
Clinton, President of the Board"
Il know" said Fran, staring at he
pencil and paper hes at the heat
of the show, and watches when thu
, wild animals, are tanned" s
Clinton drew forth newspaper. ana
opened it deliberately.
Fran scrubbed for some time. thel
looked over at him again.. did vol
get it," she asked, with mild interest
Did / get-what ?" he returned. witt
puzzled frown. t
ooh. l don't know what it is" SAL
Fran with humility; "the name Of 1T
Religion"
'If l were YOU" Clinton returned
! flushing, I'D be, ashamed to- refer t