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Our district schoolhouse was a shadeless, unpainted box Within, whittled desks, staring s and broken plastering h ere proof of the refining influence of their daily intercourse with the hired men I wonder such places are tolerated What a contrast to Barnard's white and gold!

John Burke was our teacher the follointer He was only seventeen then, but already tall and well grown, in appearance quite ahis way to an education, and his exaer hated lessons Miss Colee that I became, before the term was over, the phenomenon of the school Mr Burke boarded at our house and he would bring ho tales of my prowess, and often I would listen open-ht and he told stories of the State University and the students and the merry life they led

Every one was amazed at my industry I played as heartily as I worked, but I studied with a will, too, and passed a score of h, for home study was never dreamed of by most of the "tit-tat-to" upon slates or eating apples under the friendly shelter of the desks

At the end of the terton Crossing the Delaware," which Pa and Ma used long after to bring out and exhibit with pride It is still so up in Ma's bedroo with the blue-and-tinseled crown, ilt letters across the front, which I wore in the exciting dialogue of "Faith, Hope and Charity" at a Sunday school exhibition

But more than any prize I valued the help and friendship of John Burke and the consciousness that he consideredpupil Upborne by new ideals, I resolved to study through the vacation that followed, and to my surprise this was not an infliction but a pleasure, now that I was irl teacher"--for econo boys to thrash--was astonished at my industry and wisdom, and as I could see, a little afraid of the with an idea that in secret I had long cherished Aunt Keren was at tea, I re me my opportunity