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6 gP�q-'4EAVII.ORl Teacher' Shamus
A®®, McGonlgal shoots things mit
mine head:" ehrhled Rachel
Poleski.
"Aw, g'Wan, softy tattle -tale," grum-
bled Shamus in her ear. Aloud he cried
indignantly:
"Didn't do no such thing!"
ONE POOR LITTLE FLOWER"
"Shamus, don't yon know it's wrong
to tell stories?" asked Miss Harrison,
gently. "I think you had better bring
me whatever you have there."
The boy slowly delved into his pockets.
and brought forth a large rubber elastic,
hidden the moment before. With this
he had been enjoying target practice
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ITR en exclamation of impa-
tience, 8011 etepped to the side
of the roadway. An instant he
Paused, watching rho camels
and mules of an approaching caravan.
Then be rested a hand upon the ruined
wail and lightly vaulted into what had
once been the courtyard of a grand
'palace.
Ordinarily Ieull, Ince most other Per-
sian lade of 3. would have remained to
look at the caravan, But today he yearn-
ed for solitude. A great sorrow lap
]heavily upon his heart and he turned
naturally to the friendly forest for re-
lief. Scrambling over huge masses er
crumbling masonry, upon some of which
the wonderful modelings and stucco
work still bore witness of an ancient
builder's art, he gained an open spare
wherein stood a fountain, unused for
many a century. Beyond, wild flowers,
shrubs and vines andgrasseswove them-
selves together into an almost Impass-
able barrier, I€u11 made for bbmsett a
path, however, and passed thence into
the open. On and on he went, through
fields of wheat and barley and rice end
sugar cane; among the nodding, crim-
e eon heads of poppies; by patches of
';round cultivated for indigo, madder
root and henna. Along irrigation ditches
She.traveled; along courses of torrents
bona amid the spews of mountains,
:sometimes he passed ]louses, with their
gardens of tangled, flowery masses, ihete
little Vegetable plots and melon patebes,
• and orchards of plum apricot, peal and
apple trees. Anil so he left the city of
100 tar behind.
els he crossed n stretch of desert land,
Ilrartis, with tells aquiver, scuttled to
hiking places in the-Ra11d, But Keit
heeded them not. Straight forward he
bent his steps, until he entered into the
cool shade of the torest where it starts
to crawl upward over the slopes of the
Valued mountain range.
Threading his way among cypresses
and dwarf oa1te,the lad finally threw.
Id fl kendinself e !tenor
of hie, Ilerown under a tlhe
] thoughts
ire had been struggling to escape Came
felly upon him:. Surely he could net
help thinking of what lee had heard
his tattier say but a few 110urs ago.
Even new he seemed to hear the voice
apaa Ing to his norther,
Yea, I fear we must part with our
most preciousoseesslon, nor l(lrman-
eha;• During the long, time I have been..
311 our savings 'nave been dwindling.
do that now, with my health recovered
I am Without money to buy materials
ler my earvluge and filigree wont."
Sell the magnificent I(trmanehah rugl
3buli shttdderod.51 the mere sugggestion,
xlew well the boy remembered the time
• 311e Outlier )tad brought hams this treas-
01'el It had been ,iurchased several
eeeeere belnre in .1(h•maushah, whither
Aathcr had joienove1 to vt.'lt a friend,
against the back of Rachel's head, u
ing for ammunition tiny pellets tulle
from copybook paper. Shamefaced)
walking to the teacher's desk, he sur
rendered his 'weapon,
"Yuh ain't gain' to make me give u
bean' blackboard euonitor, are youse
Miss Harrison? Honest, I won't do
no more," pleaded Shamus, who had in
mind a similar punishment visited upon
him not man:" weeks ago, Ho was
proud of hie ability to sponge and dry
the blackboard in half the tinge any
other pupil would take, and thoroughly
he did the work, too. 'It's 'cause I. got
moremuscle," lie would explain,' "an'
'cause I help me dad. rub down the
]losses," To bear out his words, he
would modestly bold out an arm for in-
speeticn.
The teacher replied judicially, after
short reflection: "No, not this time,
Shamus; but you must remember your
promixal and not do k again."
'When the offender had taken his seat
and quiet was restored, Mies Harrison
began:
"Which of you can tell me who
George Washington was?"
THE CHERRY TREE EXPLOIT
Every arm shot upward to its full
length. while the hands wiggled about
eagerly. Many of the boys sharply
cracked their lingers to attract her at-
tention.
"Well, Isaac, what do you know about
him?" she .asked, observing that the
bey was like to burst with excitementt,
"licherrieswas of tree and outs himitdown eat
it
ha:co ven cherries is them all ate and
tree could nut to ho of some use enny-
Shairtusalmtdly aout dded, "An' George's
dad was so orful s'prised at George
givin' 'im the tale straight, wit'eut
)yin' at all, that he didn't have
stringth enough to lick 'Im."
was
obligedagain about e to o rread�IagHarrison
lunGeorge
e
s- Washington's boyhood and something
d of what he did in later years for his
y - country, With this information still
fresh In the minds of her little pu-
'pits she ventured to make the follow -
p ing- announcement:
"You have been doing so well in
t your drawing lessons that I am go-
ing to let you all try for a prize, It
Is now one week from 'Washington's
Birthday On the day before that.
holiday I will give a nice prize to
the boy or the girl who hands me the
best drawing. Make your drawing a
picture of something Washington
did."
IMPATIENT PON THE CONTEST
"Might ve him begin on already?"
was the impatient request ofIgna.z
I.ermonsk. And teacher, seeing. with
What anxiety they awaited her reply,
kindly gave her consent for short
drawing. period Immediately.
Then one by one they consulted
Miss Harrison about the choice of a
subject for their drawings, 'These
conversations were always held in
whispers, the pupils apparently being
suspicious that others might... -borrow
their ideas. But after it had been
carefully explained to Ignatz that
George Washington did not steal the
cherries and peddle them around the
neighborhood, and, therefore, a draw-
ing about such an incident would be
inappropriate, and when peace had.
been restored between the pencil
monitor, Isaao Bernmier, and Shamus
McGonigal, because the latter insisted
upon having a new pencil, the boy's
and girls went busily to work—that
is, all except Rachel. This little -girl
hesitated Si long that the teacher
asked the reason for her idleness.
"1 is yonder vlch shall I do --mine best
or mine not so best—the while I do not.
know )tow geed the prize could to be,"
was the cautious remark.
And Miss Harrison replied: "Don't
worry about the .prize, Racbel. It will
be a nice one; good enough for your
best work."
The competition was fairly begun. Ex-
citement ran high upon- this and the
succeeding days, although it soon be-
came evident to the members of the
class, who couldnot resist comparing
drawings, that Isaac Bernmier and 01-
-ga Mlshky were rivals fore first honors.
Olga wasflower monitor, however,
and not even her great interest in the
contest would allow her to cease giving
attention fo one poor little flower which
she had placed on the window silljust
beyond her desk: So much 'time did
shespend in its care that finally she
asked of Miss Harrison:
"]RINE BABY' WESTER IS -PUT- IT.. IN TU$".
"Teacher, may I some drawing do to
home?" .
Glad to find such interest' Ire the work,
the teacher permitted all the scholars to
take the drawings home with them and
do work there.
At last the day arrived for the award-
ing of the prize. To the surprise of all,
when Olga appeared there were traces
of tears upon her face, the expression.
of which was very, very forlorn:
"Isaac Bernmier is the .winner of the
prize"for the best drawing!" Miss Har-
rison announced,, and Isaao stepped for-
ward to receive the handsome portrait
-
of George Washington,,
"Una was nine better as Olga's?" -
asked Isaac In the glow of triumph.
"Why did you• not turnin your draw-
ing, Olga?" questioned Miss Harrison
of the little girl who sat with head bent
mournfully over her desk.
"Mine baby sister is put it in tub mit
water in this mornin'," stammered Olga,
vainly trying to stem the flood of tears.
Then the Fifth Primary School was
startled as it had never been before.
Isaac .darted to Olgo'e seat, clutched
the weeping glt] b,v the arm and drag-
ged .her beforeMissHarrison. Hand-
ing back the portrait to his teacher, he
pointed to' Olga and saki firmly:
"Olga, not I; is von it, teacher. Mit
mine eye I see her drawing last
..night, and It was much better as mine." -
"Hooray fer Ikey! Good of sport,
'key!" howled 'Shamus in glee, And his
applause was echoed. by every scholar
in the room, even the tiny "bainbina,"
Carlotta ]]'erllnf, contributing her mite
of a "bravo)" - - -
Miss Harrison justified the faith the
children had in ben
"Z, too, think that Olga should be re-
warded," said she; "but it would not be
right to take the prize from Isaae. So
I shallgive, another prize to OIga."
With these words, she produced in some
myeterioua manner a George - Washing-
ton' hatchet,' made of paeteboard and
Riled with delectable sweets.
Olga's prize called forth more admira-
tion than did the portrait, maybe be-
cause the former was by Olga
of candy and .
b to its was bass og Bernmler's •
kindly friends;eed that ,provoked the greatest
comment, and that placed him on a.
pedestal beside thamus McGonlgal, to
be worshiped: bythe other boys - and,
girls of the "P1ih."
he
og who didn't b
r
forward quickly and soon
g"b
WORE him, on the road which
pL-!C wound up tho steep hiti.olde, toiled
an old woman. Wrinkled was she
with age and bent almostdouble by the.
heavy burden of fagots she had gath-
ered in the forest and was now.carry-
ing home. - -
But it was not pity for the old
woman's feebleness that moved the
lad, Ormond, to quicken. his pace so
that he. might overtake her,
"She looks like a witch, or she rimer
be a fairy in disguise," said Ormond to
himself; "and should I help her with,
the fagots she may reward me well,"
Tberoupon he -stepped to the old
woman's side and. asked, politely;.
"May I not relieve thee of thy bur-
den for a distance?"
Gratefully the aged peasant surrender-
ed the bundle to him,
Anxious to gain his reward, the youth
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"I%ULI, LYING 'UPON
Arriving home father had greeted the
family, joyously and then gave him
(1ie was only a very little boy then) a
handful of dates bought on tho way
thro0gh Bagdad, 8nh's mouth watered
at the memory of those dates Me eyes
kindled -.tined at the reeollectlon of how
father had then unpacked the rug and
mead It out, In all its Magnificence,
'PIED RUG HE I-1AD
SAVED, SLUMBERED AND DREAMED"
for them to toehold.
"0.1)0".father had sold; "naught but a
fondue. 00nld weav0 such a nig, It Is a
ddream come from •the Morn.
Those 1' 01110rt as days were gone,
however, end good fortune was not yet
returned, So tee rugg must ge, TWO
dark, lnstrotts eye brirnmrd with tears,
and hell burled his little brown face In
the Mose..
Squeo-awl,! Squeal -a -a -wk t"
The boy leapr,l to his feet, (tended,
Looking. quickly about him, soon he
perceived Wh0nce the attend had come.
To the lowest henget Of s, -walnut tree
hardby clung a falcon - upon wboso
breast the blood showed 1n s lotohes,
So badly wounded was the bird that it
could scarcely clang to its perch. Dole
fully now 1t made complaint.
Kull stared, and his eyes opened
wider. Yes, he ,was sure of it. Many
a time he had seen the wealthy Abdul
h'asr ride forth to hunt rooks and par-
tridges, with this very falcon perched
upon his wrist, The bird was' hooded
then but Kull could not -mistake the
peculiar bristles which covered the.yel-
low, waxy band of skinatthe base of
the beak, nor.the beautifully. mottled
colors of the plumage.
Quickly tightening the red silk Cord
which bald .his. blue cotton trousers
(zerejumah) the boy climbed easily up
the tree. 'The falcon seemed to re-
gard rim as an enemy at first and
But soon'it�permitted ICult torbearicit
tenderly to the ground. You may know
that the boy lost no time carrying the
falcon back to its owner.
"By tho serpent god, Azhi Dahakal"
exclaimed Abdul Weer,. when the bird
was brought to ltlm, "I had. grieved
for my. favorite hunter as utterly loaf,
and now he is returned! Boy, take
this. for thy service."
Mull lowered• his head. "I would not
take the money, sir, but dor-"
ma ,t asogu111helssitatedcl Iln�a surprised
the kindly Abdul knew the story 02
1'
e misfortune of 1(111 3 family, ,
"Bid thy father come to me, boy,",
said the man.
A tete minutes later Kull was bend-
ing Ilia head reverently before his
father.
Master," said he, respeetfully,as do
the Persian children, Abdul ieasr
wishes to speak w101 MU"
Alter a word or so of explanation,
the father 'went. upon his errand.
Soon he returned. Rushing into. the
house, he•clasped 1n his arms. Itull's
mother, 8ui1'o sister and X'Iuli-all at
once. Tllon lie gave I+".ull a beg. all by
himself, and finally ended by bestow-
fia hearty hiss uponbaby.
"Our rug is savedl" oiled he. "I am
to have a loan of money, and the good
hull there, is to study under the tutor
of Abdu]'s son and to be tattght also
by the eon's governor. So the,first
thing we buy with our money' is a
new lambskin kola (cap) and a. ger
0500s ailfa-lull (waistcoat) for rho
lad, Now, let sus rejolae for a bright
season has come nt last!"
But half, 010r0omt with weariness
from his adventure, passed int° "10101-
ber. And with )tis glossy black Bead
resting upon mystic. trete of Info and
s mbollc 0°tahodrone patterned 10
tiio beautiful 8lrmanebah ru save
1 o 11100, he dreamed Of the time when
s d be called mlrea" (scholar)
and carry In • hie muslin kemmerbend
tl tools Ofn th the era! t that he paper—
theoged
eomo time to 101100:
0.11
03 a
ar-
rived
strode
rived at the top o1 the hill, where he
gave the fagots back to the woman.
Then, after bowing low, he stood ex-
pectant. -r
'I thank thee again, young sir. .God
will reward thee," quavered the peas-
ant.
"What!" the boy cried. • -"You aro not
a fairy nor a witch,, and you have notlt
ing to give me?"
In a furious rage he seized the bundle
of fagots and hurled it far down the
steep bank. And as he walked angrily
away he cried:
No more do I believe in fairies. I've
done with such foolish fancies,"
The cid woman was still gazing des-
pairingly at the fagots, wonderinghow
she could recover them, when along'
came.. an honest lad. No sooner d10 he
observe her trouble than he set about
helping her.
Pivaltily descending to where the
bundle had been stropped in its down-
ward flight by a clump of bushes, he
raised thedead branches and twigs to
his shoulders, Teat than, what should
he see but a leather bag, the contents
of which chlnkod musically,' as he raised
With great eagerness jehe regained the
summit of the hill. There rte opened
the bag, discovering that 1t was :lied
with shining golden coins of - much
value.
Heaven hos given it thee for thy
kindness: exclaimed the old woman.
And the lack, aftergenerously bestow-
ing upon her a shard of thecolns,took
his way joyfully home to bear newsof
ileve
"IIID SAW A LEA.TI-IER BAG"
his good fortune.
Afar off stood Ormond, 'Ile it was.
who had brought about this happy find.
In which he himself had 110 benefit,
"Tho old woman was a fairy, after•
all," muttered he, in bitter disappoint-
ment• and she has chosen this way of
punishing me."
LITS call George Washington tile.
"leather'.
0f tile'Nlted States,
Though I'm Melo sure that I'd be ratter
"Xing" at any rates, -
But what I sestet to know, Is why,
If he's the country's pa, '
IIis wire Is Haver mentioned .by
The name,""Our Ceentry's Ma,"
And it
the stator for 151)0511 105 fought,
To Oa)1 him '''Pa" ogres,
I think Unit Georgo'e mottilr ought
Nilo country's grandma sin,.