Year: 1874

be sailor than to know how much
ninety nine times twelve is Now ]
guess I've got you.


But you can't conjugate amo to
save your life" said Theo. triumph
antly.





A warm, bright room. A young
lady, with brilliant gray eyes, ii firm
mouth, dazzeling white teeth and
bright pink cheeks, sat on one side
OF the cheerful fire: opposite her sat
a aslender, elegantly handsome young
man, graceful as a picture, with
curling black hair. and eyes which
young women of is adore because
they we're SO naughty, rowing, brig
andish-wicked black eyes they
were People still said what a pity
the boy WASH the girl. just oppo
site the bright fire, half way between
these two, an oldish mar reclined
in an easy chair. He had big,
bald head, and the expression of
face of baby, The young lady
was Theodore, the young man
was Ned Wallace, and the bald
headed man with the baby face was
Daddy Dinkle. 1t was Daddy
Dinkle and his wards. Daddy
Dinkle was lecturing them in his
mild monotones.


MY children, liberal learning viii
revolutionize the world. The wis
dom of the ancients, yoked with
the inventive genius Of the modern
age. will draw the car of progress
steadily onward, Overturning in its
track the barbarism of the past and
the wickedness of the present l
have infinite faith in the ultimate
elevation of the whole human race
through the power of liberal learn
ing. 1 believe that the golden
dream of the promised time is yet
coming true in this world, when
men ana -ononn shall be gentle
hammered and honest. when no IuaII
will have need to ask, who is my
neighbor and who is my brethren?
but every man shall be every man S
brother. To the end of Fastening
this promised time, have given my
humble life and labors, refusing the
emoluments which have more than
once been offored me. AIine was o
nobler task than to heap up money.
As my favorite Virgil SO beautifully
put it:


"'Mnjus opus moveo.'"


ITO this work, my children, look
ing forward with JOY to the day
when your two bright young intel
lcots would take the grand task off
my feeble old hands, 1 have trained
you It has been the hope and
dream of my later years, that you
two childred would one day take
my school and continue it, training
the future man, as | have tried to
do, to read the classics and love
God and his neighbor. Theo. my
girl l couldn t teach you embroidery,
but l taught you Latin 1t is my
belief that you can read Latin with
any professor in these loose and
careless times l couldn' t teach
you to make wax flowers, but /
taught you liberal learning along
with my boys, and have discover
ed with JOY that your inclinations
and mine ran together, and you
were ever the brightest pupil / had.


But it is not good for man to be
alone. / have been dreary old
bachelor through my life; why, one
now in her grave alone knows. De
mortuis nil nisi bonum. We Will
not speak of that. But /, dreary
old bachelor, testify that a solitary
life is not good or pleasant life.
God never meant people to be old
maids or old bachelors. My more
than children, my two friends, who
have made life less lonely for me, if,
besides continuing my school for
me, you could find it in your hearts
to walk through life together-I
tell you, next to my hope and faith
that the promised time viii come,
it has been my fondest hope that
before my eyes close on this world,
they will look upon you two as hus
band and wife. Believe me, 1 know
you better than you know your
selves, and no other man or woman
can ever be to either Of you what
you can be to each other. -
He spoke with more than his
usual mild energy, as he concluded.
The girl blushed slightly, and cast
down her eyes The young man
looked up first, with flash of his
brigandish, wicked black eyes, al
the placid face OF Daddy Dinkle,
and then with another flash into the
fire. and then he made an impatient
movement of his arm, happily un
noticed by the peaceful old man,
but by no means lost on the sensi-
tive girl


s.Good night, my children" said
the old man. Think about what /
have said.


Then the old fashioned old gentle
! man took his old fashioned candle
stick and trudged eff to bed. The
moment the door was softly closed
behind him, Edward Wallace sprang
to his feet with q look of extreme
vexation:


Daddy Dinkle is a doosid old
Don Quixote, he said s.What sort
! of weapon is a Greek root to fight
the world with7 L never said the
conjugations in my life that didn' t
get EN- tangled, and l don know
what the optative mode means to
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