A SCHOOL-MA'AM'S STORY.

I was a teacher then, as now, And made a little spending money. By training big and little sprouts, In a mining town called Pony. One night the biggest boy I had, For having cracked a rigid rule, Was bade to stay and con his books Some fifteen minutes after school. I for a moment turned my back— On other duties then intent— The fellow slyly raised a sash And through the opening quickly went. Next eve, as extra punishment, I gave him minutes forty-five; And, lest he play the prank again, I kept my every sense alive. The task performed, he left the room;— The sun was shining then, no more,— And when, soon afterwards, I left, I found him waiting at the door. "'Tis getting late," the youth remarked, "For ladies to be out alone, And, may I have the pleasure, Miss, Of seeing that you're safely home?" I smiled and took the gallant's arm, What else could anybody do? I've liked the fellow ever since And have no doubt he likes me too.