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to the pupils of Mistress
joined in heartily.
' cried Moore. beckoning the
'o.sa th=sir places. 1`Ntrw, all
to see Miss. Jenny Q'Jortes,
G'Jones, jenny C)'Jones,
Miss Jenny O'.lones,
is she to -day':' "
in hand the children, their
ices raised tunefully under
rship of Moore, marched gay
ltd back, the poet pranc-
tusly as any of them, as
e with a ruler. •
.i verse," he said, and, en -
very note, sang it through
age delight of his audience,
:n the chorus was reached a
me, danced around hire in a
ieir pleasure proving so in -
that Bessie herself deserted
to take part in the wind-up,
as both" uproarious and pro-.
will do you,' said Moore,
his face with his handker-
`Faith, it is great fun we have
sting, Bessie."
t appears,'x she replied, rap-
. the desk for order.
have a fine lot of pupils,.
I'd like to be father of thew
Moore!" exclaimed the giiri,
1 at such a wish.
scan Fd like to have a family
rt as they look," explained
helping himself to a. chair.
would not require much ef-
eplied the girl, coldlye
it would, take time," suggest-
graceless young joker: Then
;inued, as Bessie gave him a
f glance, "I mean, never hav
n married, I don't know, so 1
se to take your word for it.'
deserve- to be punished for
npudence, Tom Moore."
e I'm a bachelor, that is easy
• about, Bessie? •
would marry such a rogue
,1,
not going to betray the ladies'
ace in my honor by giving you
f their names," replied Moore.
y. The he added softly:
Sow something—1 mean some
deserve, whom I am afraid I
;et"
(Continued next week.)
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THEODORE BERT SAYRE
THE ,i` F SS. ON CO., LTD.
Toronto
CHAPTER ONE
Tom Moore Goes Angling
Mr. Thomas Moore was certainly
in a very cheerful mood, This Wm
e\-ideneed by the merry tune with
which he was delighting himself and
a jealous -minded thrush, with head
corked on. one side, waited with ill -1
concealed in: patience for his rival to
afford him tilt. o aportunity of enter- :
ins into competition. As this was
not forthcoming, the bird took wing I
with an tinge;- flirt of the tail and
mental objurl ation levelled at the un-
conscious l.ea of the dapper young 1
Irishman, who lilted gayly as he
wandered along the path worn in the
swardrcof the •n
aRov by the school
children ox, their way to and Iron !
the institutio s of 'learning presided.
over by Mists e a Elizabeth Dyke.
"The time I've lost in wooing,
In. watchi ia and pursuing
The lig'et, that lies
I eyes
Has been ..s heart's undoing
h .,
,
n won-tel.'s``What's that,' Mr. Moore?"
A 'small boy, barefooted and, shock
headed,, cavae across the meadow in
the direction ofthe schoolhouse vis-
ible in the distance on the crest of a
long, ° slowly rising hill. He carried
.bundle of books and an Fold slate
tightly clutched under one arta, while
from the
hand
leftdie
disengaged swan
a long switch with which he smartly
decapitated the various weeds which
had achieved altitude sufficient to
make them worthy of his attention.
Noticing Moore for the first time,
,the boy's face brightened and lost
its crafty look of prematurely cie-
` v eloped `cunning- and anxiety, as hie
approached with a perceptible quick-
ening of his gait.
"Is it' sou,' Mr. Moore?" he said,
a rich brogue flavoring his utterance.
"Unless I am greatly mistaken,
Micky, you .have guessed my identity,"
admitted the young man, making a
playful slap with his rod at the new-
comer's- bare shins, which the ,lad
evaded with' an agility that bespoke
practice,- at the same time skilfully
parrying with his jawitch.
"Goin' . fishin'?"
"Shooting, iny boy. Don't you per-
ceive ea41. , fowling -piece 'it" replied
Moore, waving his fish -pole in the
air.
"Sure," said Micky, grinning broad-
ly, � "you `-will have your joke."
None of the editors will, so, if I
didta, who would?" responded Moore
with a smile not altogether untinged
by bitterness. "Where are you go-
ing. Micky?"
"To school, sir, ba'd cess to it"
"Such enthif iasr in the pursuit of
education is Worthy of the highest
commendation, iny lad."
"Is it?" said Micky doubtfully.
" "Commendation?"
"Ydsd,
"Well, if I said you were ao.good
boy. what Would that be?" - ..
"Father would say it was a d—n
lie." f . •
Moore chuckled. b
"Well, we will let it go at that.
- ou seem to be in a great hurry,
Vicky."
"So do you, sir."
"Humph!" said Moore. "1 perceive
you are blessed with an observing
mind. Have you observed the where-
abouts of a trout brook»that is locat-
ed somewhere in this neighborhood?"
"Yis," replied Micky, himself an
enthusiastic fisherman. "I. have that.
Don't ye know the place, Mr. Moore?"
"Not I, my lad, but, since Provi-
dence has sent you along to show me
the Way, x'll speedily •:be possessed of
that knowledge" ' .
Micky looked doubtfully in the di-
rection
of the schoolhouse. It was
almost time for the afternoonses-
sion, but the day was too beautiful
to be spent in the dull depths- of the
School without regret.
"I'd show you the way, sir, gladly,
but it '11 make me late."
`"A e you afraid of Mistress Dyke?"
queried Moore, noticing the boy's hes-
itation.
"Yis, sir."
"So am 1, my lad."
Mick looked surprised. That this
dashing young blade in whose person
were apparently embodied all the
manly virtues, at least from the lad's
point of vieW, should stand in , dread
of - such a soft -eyed, red-cheeked little
bundle of femininity as his school-
mistress was a natter beyond his
juvenile comprehension.
"And why, sir?" asked the boy
curiously.
"She's very pretty," replied: Moore.
"When you are older you_ will un-
derstand what it is to be in. awe of
a trim little miss with the blue sky
in her eyes and a ripple of red emr-
rirnent for 'a mouth. In the mean-
time you shall show me the way to
the brook." -
"But she '11 lick me," objected
Micky, numerous ferulings keenly in
mind. t
"Not she, my laddybuck. To -day
I'm coming to visit the school. Tell
her that and she 'ill not whack you
at all."
"Won't she?" '
"No, she will be so pleased, she
will more than likely kiss you."
"Then .wihy don't you go and tell
her her yourself. ' You would like
the kiss, wouldn't _you?"
"Micky," said . Moore ,solemnly,
"you have discovered . my secret. I
would. Ah me! nay lad,haw little
we . appreciate such dispensations of
Providence when we are favored with
them. Nov you, you raparee—you
would much rather she didn't prac-
tise osculation upon you."
Micky nodded. He did not under-
stand what his companion meant, but
he was quite convinced sertion made- by
Moore pate d in his ditty and sat
down on a cop venient stone, while he
wiped his brae- with a ragged silk
handkerchief -'hi; h though of un-
mistakably air -:telt origin, was im-
maculately cleen,
"Faith," he eirniured, "there's no
ction in that 'a -it stanza. - It's brok-
e -hearted 1 aril, or as near it as
a .Irishman eon be without too much
exertion."
He sighed p''nost unhappily, and
drawing a..;knife from his breeches
pocket proceei'ed to manufacture a
whistle from ' =.ie bark on the end of
the long willow wand le had cut a
few moments before to serve as` a,
fishing -rod.
This last a es accomplished after
some little effort. accompanied by much
pursuing of iips and knitting of
brows. --'-.' i
i. His labors completed, Moore re
garded the whistle with the critical
approval of an expert, aiid putting it
to hisnouth blear a shrill blast. As-
the
s
the result was eminently satisfactory,
he bestowed the toy in the crown of,
his beaver and, crossing his legs com-
fortably, proceeded to take his ease.
His appearance was decidedly at-
tractive. While quite a little below
middle size, his wiry figure was -so
well proportioned that in the absence
'of other men nearer. the ordinary
standard of height, he would have
passed as a fine figure of a lad.. He.
carried himself with easy grace, but.
affected none of the mincing, 'studied
mannerisms of the dandy of the
period. He had a round., -jolly face,
a pleasing thought slightly satirical
mouth, an impudent nose, and a pair
of fine eyes, so brightly good-humor-
ed and `laughingly intelligent, that no
one could have looked into their clear
depths without realizing that this was
no ordinary youth. And yet at the
period in his cereer from .which' dates -
the beginning of this chronicle Tom
Moore's fortunes were at a decidedly
low ebb. Diso•usted and angry at the
ill success which attended his at-
tempts to sell his verses to the mag-
azines and, reapers of Dublin. for at
this time it was the exception, not
the rule, when a poem from his pen
was printed and paid for, Moore
gathered toget':e' his few traps, kiss-
ed his mothers and ,sisters good-bye,
shook the , hard of his father, ,then
barrackmaster of an English regiment
resident in Ireland, and _hied himself
to the sylvan beauties of the little
town of Dalk y. Here he secured
lodgings fc'r li:t1e more than a trifle
aanct began the revision of his transla-
tion of the Odes of Anacreon, a task
he had undertaken with " great
'en-
thusiasm a year previous. Thus it
was that he chanced to be wandering
through the fields on fishing bent
this bright and beautiful morning in
the year of our Lord 179—.
MILLIONS KILLEDmeed that the el
him was absolutely
as -
correct. -
What a beautiful thing is faith!
"A pretty teacher beats the devil,
Micky, and you have the prettiest in
Ireland. I wish I could be taught by
such a preceptress. I'd need instruc-
tion both day and night, and that last
is no lie, even at this day, if the les-
son were to be in love," he added, a
twinkle in his eyes, though his face.
was perfectly sober.
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"Sure," said Micky, "she don't think
you nade lessons. I heard her tell
Squire Farrell's daughter blarney ran
off your tongue like water off a duck's
back."
"What is that?" said Moore. "I'11
have to investigate this matter thor-
oughly." t
At this moment the metallic clang
of an old fashioned hand -bell sounded
faintly down the hillside mellowed in-
to comparative melodiousness by the
intervening distance.
"Ah," said Moore, "your absence
has been reported to Mistress Dyke,
and she has tolled the bell."
It seemedlas though the young
Irishman's execrable pun decided the
ragged urchin that the away of the
transgressor might be hard, for,
without further hesitation, he took
to his heels and fled in the direc-
tion of the schoolhouse:
After a moment's thought Moore
followed him, beating time with the
willow fishing -rod to the song which
half unconsciously issued from his
lips as he turned his steps in the
direction of the headquarters of
Mistress Bessie Dyke.
Tom Moore was going angling, but
not -for trout.
C"
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CHAPTER TWO
Certain Hapepnings iMilstress'
Dyke's School.
Over her desk, waiting for develop-
ments, leanest Mistress Dyke. A
moment passed, then the tousled head
of the tardy Micky appeared above
the level of the bench behind which
he had secured shelter after carefully
crawling on hands and knees from the
door, having by extreme good fortune
made the'hazardous journey =detect-
ed: only the fatally unwelcome - in-
terest displayed in this performance
by 'the red-headed boy on the front
row prevented the success of Micky's
strategy. As it was, the blue eyes
of. Bessie met -his with a glance of
reproof as he slid noiselessly into his
place. •
"Micky." ;
The boy rose reluctantly to his
feet.
'Bessie looked at him severely. " To
his youthful mind she appeared very
stern. indeed; but, if the truth were
known, to the ordinary adult eye she
presented no fiercer exterior than
that ordinarily produced by a slight
feeling of irritation upon the aspect
of a kitten of tender age. Shales
always lurked in Bessie's big blue
eyes, and little waves of., mirth were
ever- i eady to ripple out from the
corners of her mouth at. the slight-
est provocation, so it can readily be
understood . that it was no easy task
for her to sternly interrogate. the
freckle -faced youth who, beneath her j
disapproving gaze, shifed uneasily
from one bare foot to the other.
Mistress Dyke ruled by love, and
if she did not love by rule, it is
merely anothex instance where- excep-
tion. can be taken to the old saw
which so boldly and incorrectly states
that a good maxim must of necessity
be reversible.
"Why are you late, Micky?" de -
mended: Bessie.
"Sure, mistress, T dunno," was the
hopeless, response.
"You don't know, Micky? How
foolish!"
"Yis'm," assented Micky. "1 was
foolish to be late."
Bessie smiled and then tried to
deceive the school into the belief that
it was only the beginning of a yawn
ley patting her mouth with a dimpled
palm. The school knew better -`•and
anxiety grew less.
"But there must be some reason
for it," she persisted.
"I know," said a little liad with
long yellow curls, which were 'diode.
doubly brilliant by the red flannel
shirt that enveloped him, materially
assisted by diminutive trousers, with
a patch Eof goodly proportions Upon
the bosom. "I saw him goin' fishin'
wid! Mr. Moore." L. ,
"Tattle -tale! Tattle -tale," came in
reprimanding chorus from the other
pupils. Dicky, quite unabashed by
this disapproval, made a gesture of
defiance and returned to his'. place.
Unfortunately the copper -tipped bro-
gan of one Willy Donohue, who chane
d --to be: sitting immediately in the
rear of the youthful informer, was
deftly inserted beneath Dicky as he
started to seat himself,
The result of this was that the
cherubic Richard arose with an ex-
clamation of pain and surprise, much
more quickly than he sat down.
"Dicky, you may remain after
school. I want no telltales here,"
said Bessie.
"Teacher, Willy Donohue put his
foot in me seat," expostulated Dicky,
on whom the lesson was quite thrown
away.
"Willy shall stay after school, al-
so,"
"Ah -h -h!" remarked Dicky, mol-
lified at the prospect. of his unkind
fate being shared - by an old-time
enemy. -
"I wish you wuz big enough to
lick," - growled Willy, under his
breath. "Yourown mother wouldn't
know you after the flakin' I'd give
you. I'd: snatch you baldheaded,
baby."
Dicky turned his head far enough
over his shoulder to prevent Mistress
Dyke from observing the protrusion
of his tongue, and was so unlucky as
to be hit fairly in the eye with a
paper pellet, amply moistened, pro-
pelled with all the force the vigorous
lungs of the prettiest girl in school,
aidedby a tube of paper torn from
the . back of lier goegraphy, could im-
part to it.
"Teacher, Milly O'Connor hit me in
the eye wid a spit ball," snivelled
Dicky, who, being of tender years,
did not share in the general mascuiiiie
scholastic worship of the youthful
belle, . who was admired and fought
over by the larger boys, on whom she
bestowed: her favors quite impartially.
"Oh dear!" sighed Bessie. "Was
there ever such a lot of Children?
Milly, rise."
Milly stood up without any visible
sign of contrition or embarrassment.
She was pretty, dark -curled lassie of
ten, dressed neatly and becomingly,
which made her doubly prominent in
her present surrouiidin'gs, for most
of the children were of such poverty-
stricken parentage that the virtue
possessed by their wearing apparel
consisted almost entirely in shelter-
ing and hiding rather than ornament-
ing their small persons.
"What shall I do to punish you?"
asked Bessie„ wearily.
"You might ferule her, teacher,"
suggested Dicky, good-humoredly
coming to the rescue.
"Dicky, mindyour own business,"
said Bessie severely, "or I'll ferule
you. Now I shall punish 'you both,
Milly, kiss Dicky immediately."
"
"1 dont wan _ to kiss ,a tattle -tale,"
said Mi11y, wl `o placed fully the pro-
per er valuation: on her caresses.
"
Exactly,, slid Bessie. "This is a
punishment, not a reward of merit"
"Not for Dicky," corrected Milly.
"He will like it, teacher."
t here the little lady was in
grievous error, tier _wh e. n she, resign-
edly obedient, approached the small
rascal, he promptly burst into tears
and, .dropping on the floor, hid his
head under the ,bench. This , was
more than Bessie had bargained for,
and she was about to 'motion Milly
to return to her seat when Patsy, a
youth with carroty red.locks already
mentioned, rose • from his place on
the front bench, burning with the
noble flameof self-sacrifice.
"She can. kiss lite instead, teacher,"
he announced heroically, "and you
can let Dicky off. this tune."
Bessie laeaghed outright in spite of
herself but. Milly, regarding Patsy's
suggestion as nothing short of pos-
itive insult, turned her . back .on the
admiring gaze of the gallant youth.
"I think we will excuse you, Patsy.
Dicky is punished sufficiently, and I
fancy Milly will behave herself in
the future.
Patsy sat down with a gulp of re-
gret, not comforted by Milly's whise
per:
"I'd do anything rather than kiss
that red-headed monkey."
Micky, to. whom she had imparted
this welcome information, nodded ap-
proval. -
"Wait till I catch him` after school,"
he murmured hostilely. "I'll dust his
jacket -for him."
Meanwhile Bessie had rescued Dicky
from his grief and apprenhension, and
when, the curly -headed youth had had:
his nose bipwn and resumed his seat,
school assddmed its wonted quiet until
the sight of a tiny mouse nibb ing a
bit 'of cracker under an unmet/pied
bench. drew forth a scream of terror
from Milly, who considered herself
entitled by age to the enjoyment of
all the follies peculiar to her sex.
"A mouse!" tshe shrieked. "Oh,
teacher, teacher, save me!"
And she immediately tel
am_ a sought
d a
position of sate y upon the eat.
,Pandemonium broke loose. The
other little girls not/ to be outdone
became equally as frightened, and fol-
lowed Miller in her ascent, an ex-
ainple which was most bhainefully
emulated by Bessie B s e he l
rse f, with her
desk as the baseof operations.
Patsy plunged headlong in the di-
rection of the small disturber bent ole
demolishing it with his geography.
The other boys were equally prompt,
in. following the ehase, with the ex - t
ception of Micky, who, realizing this
was an excellent opportunity for ad.
ministering a rebuke to his latest
rival'samatory ambition, stepped
a ata y a b n, st peed
quickly behind his enemy and kicked
him in the place handiest at the time
with an enthusiam worthy of a bet-
..er cause. Patsy, justly aggrieved,
abandoned the pursuit, and, rising' to
his feet smote Micky in the neck with
a force that jarred him meatal
ly as
well as physically. Retaliation fol-
lowed In a swinging blow on Patsy's
r.nub nose and a clinch ensued which
continued: in spite of Bessie's desper-
ate remonstrances until Tom Moore
-put his head in the window, realized
the necessity for prompt action, ran
to the door, entered, and, seizing the
combatants by their collars, tore j
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them apart by ` main strength.
CHAPTER THREE
Tom Moore Entertains Teacher aid
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Moore held the boys at arm's lengtle
thus frustrating their desperate At-
tempts to continue the battle,, ante
glancing up t Bessie, who was Stitt
perched on the desk, favored her wit.
a Iook of mingled- astonishment and
admiration.
"What a nice quiet time you bay.
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ing writing desk.
More Furniture Suggestions
For the musical daugly, : .what would be more
appropriate than a handsomeRpiano bench or an
artistically designed music cabinet?
And for baby, there's the cute little cot, or a
high chair, or a st"nall.table and chair, or :a suite
of juvenile bedroom furniture. ` 1
For the friends that are dear to you there is
nothing more 'appropriate or that more truly
represents faithful, lasting friendship than gifts of
beautiful furniture.
For men friends, there's the smoking table or
stand, the bench on which to rest the feet, the card
table, the easy chair.
For women friends, there's the bedroom box,
and many kinds of artistic tables and chairs.
As a present to a man and his wife, what
could be more suitable than a telephone table and
chair, a flower box, a jardiniere stand, a floor or
table lamp, a pedestal, a i .ling table or a
fireside bench ?
Tokens of Happiness
Gifts ,of furniture are gifts - of cheer and
happiness. Unlike many other gifts, they have
the advantage of permanency. A piece or h; suite
>'of furniture is a lasting token of your love or
friendship for the person to whom it Is given.
And it will help to beautify the home, which
makes it the ideal gift --
THE HOME FUdtNISHINGS BUREAU
Bank of Hamilton Building Toronto, Canada
NOTE:—The Home Furnishings 'Bureau does not sell furniture or goods of
any kind. Its object is to promote a greater interest in the famishing of Canadian
homes. Your local dealer will be pleased to give you any inflrmationou desire
about suitable furniture for your home and to show yov. suites and individual pieces
that will make appropriate Christmas gifts.
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