Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-11-06

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laughing in the tent"
Fran" Abbott i~nterposed severely.
attend to your work"
Fran bent her head over sAe desk,
but was not long silent. Il don't like
abe and def" she observed with
more energy than she had hitherto dis
played. They're equal to each other,
but don't know why, and don't care,
because it doesn't seem to matter.
Nothing interests me unless 1t has
something to do with living. These
angles and lines are nothing to me-;
what l care for is this time I'm vast
ing, sitting in a stuffy old room. while
the good big world is enjoying itself
just outside the window" She started
up impetuously.
"Sit down." Abbott commanded.
Fran" exclaimed Robert Clinton.
stamping his foot, sit down."
Fran sank back upon the bench.
a suspect" said Abbott mildly,
that they have put you in classes too
far advanced. We must try you in
another room" y., . t.,g, ! 4
But l don't want to be tried in
rooms" Fran explained, Il want to be
tried in a~cts-deeds. Until | came
here, I'd never been to school q day
in my life" she went on in a contiden-
tial tone. II agreed to attend because
l imagined school ought to have some
connection with life-something in it
mixed up with love and friendship and
justice and mercy. Wasn't l silly! ]
even believed-just fancy!-that you
might really teach me something about
religion. But, no! it's all books. moth
ing but books" ,-.
Fran" Abbott reasoned, eff we put
you in a room where you can under
stand the things we try to teach, If
we make you thorough"
81 don't want to be thorough" she
explained, II want to be happy. ]
guess all that schools were meant to
do is to teach folks what's in books
and how to stand in a straight line
The children in Class A, or Glass B
have their minds sheared and pruned
to look alike; but l don't want my
brain after anybody's pattern"
You'll regret this, Miss" declared
Clinton, in a threatening tone. "Yor
sit down. Do you want the name o.
being expelled"
81 don't care very much about the
names of things" said Fran coolly;
there are lots Of respectable names
that hide wickedness." Her tone
changed: But yonder's another wild
animal for you to train; did you come
to see him beaten?" She darted to the
corner, and seated herself beside
Jakey.
Say, now" Bob demonstrated, pull
ing his mustache deprecatingly. 'ev
erybody knows / wouldn't see q dog
hurt if 1t could be helped. I'm Jakey's
friend, and I'd be yours, Fran-hon
estly-if l could. But how's a schoo'
to be run without authority? You
amt reasonable. All we want Of you
is to be biddable."
And you'll" cried Fran to Abbott
beginning to give way to high pres
sure, Il thought you were a school
teacher, not just, but also-a some
thing very nice, also a teacher. But
not you. Teachers all you are, just
rules and regulations and authority
and chalk and abe and def"
Abbott crimsoned. Was she right
Was he not something very nice plus
his vocation? He found himself des
perately wishing that she might think
so.
Fran, after one long glowing look al
him, turned to the lad in disgrace, ant
placed her hand upon his stubborn
arm. Have you a mother?" she
asked wistfully.
'Yeh," mumbled the lad, astontshet
at Ending himself addressed, not al
nan ink-stained husk of humanity, but
as an understanding soul.
81 haven't" said Fran softly, talk
ing to him as if unconscious of the
presence Of two listening men, "but :,
had one, a few years ago-and. oh, il
seems so long since she died, Jakey-
three years is a pretty long time.to b.
without a mother. And you cant thinl
what a fault-blindest, spoilingest, can
diest mother she was. Pm glad yours
is living, for you still have the chanc,
to make her proud and happy.
No matter how fine | may turn out
do you reckon I'll ever be admired b!
anybody, Jakey? Huh! guess not