MY ARIZONA CLASS.

Queen as she was, Marie Antoinette knew more of
the dairy and of breadmaking than is thought needed
to teach girls in most of our American homes, where
parents would seem to prevent the apprenticeship to
practical life.

This bit of historical justice enlisted that real
chivalry towards women of which our American men
have so much, and made the lads
ready to go a crusade with me

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Sometimes that altitude tells against one (we were
over a mile up in the air). Bayard Taylor said the
stranger in Colorado is known by the blood-spots on
his pocket handkerchief, and at certain seasons, most
persons feel this disturbed circulation and faint-
ness increased. But “ my class,” as I liked and they
liked me to call them, were so heartily interested and

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

through all time — redressing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-wrongs even if we did fight .wind-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mills. And the girls adopted me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

without further doubt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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terested by our morning, to be fol-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lowed by the Principal, who came

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bringing the “ request and hope” of
the class, that I would come again
and “tell them more.”

He combatted my objections,
which were chiefly my unwillingness
to assume to help what was already
excellent in his work, and my
doubt of being of use to indifferent,
perhaps unwilling minds. With my
own set of young people, and their
young friends, I had my long-estab-
lished post of story-teller, and the
history-talks during vacations, when
wet days made out-door amusements
wait, had proved the seed-time of
much after good in some lovely
homes where “your way is to be
followed, when my boys are old
enough,” and in delightful grateful
letters to me from far countries
where the traveller “ now a bearded
man,” felt at home from the talks of
past days in the still and beautiful
library.

But Mr. Sherman said that I had
roused a new interest and new per-
ceptions, and that if I would come
it would be a good influence in
many ways. And so it came about that except when
an illness of some weeks prevented, I was there almost
every Friday of the whole term. They arranged to
have the last hour, from two to three, free for me.
And the mutual interest and pleasure of it grew upon
us so much that I let nothing interfere.

 

THE MORNING DRUM-CALL.

so pleased with me for “taking the trouble,” that
when during the wind-season I sometimes reached
them gasping and pale from the short climb of the
hill, they were so concerned, and so unwilling I should
tire myself, that I think some better ideas went in
those broken hours than when I was quite well.