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Show FHIbbbbbI MrS'TcjpMflB'Titeaciios -tine I 1Q CIASS jffi. . "Dear me," said Mrs. Thompklns, "I know the poor children mean no harm and that they act the way they do because of their home training, but sometimes they are dreadfully trying." "Tut, tut." said Mr. Thompklns. "A woman makes a mountain out of every little molehill. It's tho easiest thing In the world to handle children. All that Is requisite Is a little tact and patience. Look here. You let me teach that mission class of yours. I'll have them so that by tho tlmo I got through with 'em they'll como up and cat out of your hand. You nre an cstlmablo woman, Mrs. Thompklns, but jou lack tho qualifications absolutely essential for a mission teacher. To night nt tho school I wish you to sit In tho background back-ground and observe how 'a mission class should bo handleTl." Mr. Thompklns put on his hat and walked with his wlfo over to tho school, which was already In session. She pointed out her class to Mr. Thompklns, and then disappeared bo-hind bo-hind a convenient pillar In tho room, whllo hor llogo advancod cautiously upon tho class. As Mr. Thompklns greeted the class ho was received with tumultuous shouts of "Hollo, whiskers," "Weo-oo eo," "Geo, but I'll bet tho wind likes to seo you." Mr. Thompklns sat down In tho teacher's chair and waved his hand In an Impressive manner. "Dear little children," ho began. "Ah, cut out do 'dear kid' blzness," put in ono of tho class. "W'ero's do nico loldy wot teaches us. We don't want no members of tho Goto club comln' round nmnln' us." "I am to be your teacher to-night," said Mr. Thompklns. "My wife wishes mo to teach you this ovenlng." "Not far my money," said tho biggest big-gest of tho boys. "I'm going to strike We'ro union In dls class an' ws don't stand for no scabs breakln' in." "Hut," expostulated Mr. Thompklns, "I am not going to tako the class for all time. I am merely to teach you for to-night. I am not a regular teacher In mission schools." Tho big boy said something to the class and all the boys Immediately began be-gan singing. "He don't tetone to th' rtserleri, Ill's only a volluntecr." "That will do, young gentlemen," aid Mr. Thompklns, with dignity, and at the same tlmo glancing apprehensively apprehen-sively at the pillar bohlnd which his wife was seated. "I wish to teach you this evening. I do not bellove that you ore being properly trained, and I will make your losson this evening ono of true valuo and ono which you will long remember." "You'll havo to show us," said tho big boy, sitting down. "Git blssy." "Now, young gentlemen, before taking tak-ing up tho regular work of the ovenlng lot us havo a llttlo round table and discuss auDjects of goncrnl Interest. If any of you should liko somo subject explained you will please state It. Think of something which you would liko to have delineated." Tho big boy bobbed up. "How do jou mako a Maltoso cross?" ho asked. Mr. Thompklns turned to the black- H board and worked Ave minutes draw- H ing with colored chalk while the class H whistled and threw paper wads. H "There," said Mr. Thompklns finally, H as he waved his hand at tho board, H "thero Is the way to make a Maltese H cross," H "Naw It taln't," sold the big boy. M "You pull Its tall; that's tho way." M "Such lovlty should havo no place H hero," said Mr. Thompklns, turning H pink. "Is thero any othor question, H nnd this time I should like a sensible H query." H Mr. Thompklns paused whllo he dug H a papor wad out of his ear. Ho en- H dcavorcd to suppress his rising wrath, H and when ho wns sure he was quite H calm ho said: "I will now toll you an H Interesting story. I know boys like H stories, and I expect that you will pay M careful attention." H Tho class grow quiet, and Mr. H Thompklns, rejoicing at his llttlo H stroko of diplomacy, uegan his story: H "You know, boys, that tho highest H position to which tho American youth fH can aspire Is that of President ot the H United Statos " M "Ah I'd sooner bo a alderman," H said tho big boy. "Do alderman In our H ward's got a snap and ho owns tree H saloons." H "I shall ask you to presorvo quiet," H rcsumod Mr. Thompklns. "Thoro was H onco a poor boy that lived on a farm " H "Goo, I was on a larm oncet," said H tho smallest boy. "Dey had a cow dere H what giv buttermilk." H "This boy I am speaking of," re- H sumod Mr. Thompklns, "was detor- H mlnod to become great, and he hewed M rails and worked with his big, honest ,H hands until he became tho greatest H man In tho country. Do you know who H he was 7" H "Jim Joffrlos," yelled the big boy. H "Will )ou pleaso leave this room at iH onco?" demanded Mr. Thompklns. jH "Chiso yerself," replied tho big boy, H politely; "I'vo got a Ucenso to stay H here. I don't seo any modals on you." H Mr. Thompklns Jumped up and H seized tho big boy by tho collar and H startod for the door. Immediately the H rest ot the class landed on him. H Thero was a scufllo and a heavy fall, H and tho mission school was thrown In- H to disorder by seeing tho banner class EbbbbI piling on top of a tall man with whls- ObbbbI Iters who was on the floor, wildly H bawling: "Take 'cm off; tako 'em off. i H They've stabbed mo." H A moment later the class had hur- H rlodly Jnmped back to tholr soats. Mrs. ( H Thompklns had appeared. M "Say," said tho big boy apologetlcal- H ly as ho wiped off his face, "wo'n sor- JH ry, mum, that wo got lntor trouble and jH disgraced tho class, but wo couldnt M stand for that guy fcr a minute. He's H a bum teacher, ho Is. You're all rlto H and do gang's wld you, but no gecser M like dat can butt In on us." H Mrs. Thompklns smiled grimly as H sho restored order, and Mr. Thompklns H stood out In tho hall and pulled pins H out of his legs and wondered If he IH ought to swear out warrants for the yt young ruffians who had upset his theor- tM les on how to teach a mission class. H |