by Janette Oke
"Yes, sir;' I answered him.
"Then I'd best get a-rollin: You take care now, Lou, ya hear? Josh is here and he's happy to do yer runnin
Lou smiled. "I promise!" she said. "Though I sure don't feel sick anymore.
"I've had an awful time keeping her down," remarked Uncle Nat.
"No use takin' chances;' Grandpa reminded Aunt Lou. Then he added thoughtfully, "I thought you had the measles when you were just a little tyke:'
"Doc says that they were the Red measles;' Aunt Lou replied. "These are the German. One is not usually as sick with them, but occasionally there are complications:"
"Well, you take care:" Grandpa leaned over to plant a kiss on Aunt Lou's cheek, reached out and tussled Pixie's ear, and then turned to me.
"Glad about your school, Boy," he said again with a quick pat on my shoulder.
He turned to Uncle Nat. "Any idea when classes will start?"
"I heard them say next Monday," he replied.
I was rather disappointed about that. It was Wednesday. I'd been hoping that school would take up again the next morning. I was anxious to get a look at that new teacher. I'd never had me a man teacher before.
"Guess he needs a couple days to settle in;" Grandpa was saying.
He placed his hand on my shoulder again and gave it a slight squeeze like he always did when we said goodbye, and then he was off. Uncle Nat went out with him.
It was then that I finally delivered the package of pork chops to the kitchen.
Uncle Nat turned to me good-naturedly. "You can have your pick, Josh;' he said. "You want to cook supper or haul the wood?"
I didn't hesitate for one minute. "I'll haul the wood;' I responded and went to slip out of my good jacket and into my choring coat before leaving the warm kitchen.
The wind sure enough smelled of snow.
CHAPTER 9
The New Teacher
Over the next few days there was little time for chafing over school to start. With Aunt Lou still confined to her bed and Uncle Nat busy with church duties, I had plenty to keep my hands and mind busy. The first snowstorm came sweeping in too, and that meant more wood and coal to haul. Boy, was it cold! It seemed that Old Man Winter wanted to make up for lost time, all in a day or so-thought we'd had it warm and sunshiny for quite long enough. The snow piled up overnight and the north wind whipped it into little drifts all around the corners of the house. I had to shovel my way to the coal shed and the woodpile. It did look awfully pretty out though.
Now and then one of the fellas would drop by with the latest bit of gossip about the new teacher. I couldn't invite anyone in because of the house being in quarantine, so we'd talk through the open window or over the front gate. You'd be surprised how many things were being passed around town about the schoolmaster.
One story said he was running from the law, and another one said, no not the law, but the army, and still another said he wasn't running at all but it was his wife who was on the run. Then there were those stories that said he'd been put out of his last school for beating a boy to within an inch of his life, and another that he had lost his school because of some jealous woman who falsely accused him because he wouldn't leave his wife for her.
There were even stories about his finances. Some said he was only a step ahead of creditors, and others said he had lost his home, his horse and his holdings to the town banker where he had last taught.
Nobody seemed to know for sure where he had taught. Nobody seemed to know many facts at all, but the gossip kept sweeping over the gates and into the homes of the town folk. Uncle Nat was getting right put out about it all and said that someone should call a town meeting and put an end to all the foolishness. "A man is innocent until proven guilty," he said.
It was all rather mysterious. I could hardly wait to get my first look at the man. I felt quite confident that when I got that look, I would be able to tell right off just which one of the stories had any basis in fact.
By the time Monday finally rolled around, the doc had let Aunt Lou out of bed. She was right anxious to take over her own house again, and I guess Uncle Nat and I were just as anxious to let her.
My lunch pail in hand, well stocked by Aunt Lou, I left for school with a great feeling of excitement. Avery, Willie, Jack and I had agreed to meet at the corner of Main Street and all go to school together. None of us could live with the thought of one or the other of us fellas getting the first look at that new schoolmaster.
Willie and Avery were already there when I came puffing up. The air was frosty and it hurt one's lungs to run hard on such a morning. My insides felt frozen as I came wheezing up to the fellas.
We had to wait for Jack. The three of us stood there stomping our feet and clapping our hands, trying to keep warm. We were about to give up on Jack and go on to school when he came panting around the corner. His cheeks were red-I just figured it to be the cold wind. Then he grabbed my arm and squeezed it real tight.
"You're not gonna believe this," he said. "I wouldn't have believed it myself iffen I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."
"Seen what?" asked Willie, and Avery and I both perked our ears up too.
"Well, you know the new teacher moved in over near us:"
We waited, wondering what news Jack had that would top the tales we'd already heard.
"Well, on Saturday Ma sent me into town for some eggs and milk, and there she was-comin' right outta their gate:'
"Who?" we all said together. "Who?" I know our minds were all busy wondering where this new story was going.
Jack looked at us like we should have known "who" without asking.
"His daughter;" he said. "Who else?"
"His daughter!" we all fairly exploded.
"Good grief!" said Avery. "I thought you had some news:'
"Guess his daughter can come out of her own house iffen she has a mind to," I stated sarcastically and turned away from Jack.
"Come on;' chimed in Willie. "Let's get to school before we freeze to death"
Jack looked disappointed. For some reason I failed to understand; he had been so excited over his silly bit of news.
"Wait, fellas; he said as we walked away. "Wait-"
But we didn't even want to hear about it.
Jack tried again. "Why the rush? Don't you want to hear-"
"Why should we care if his kid runs down his walk?" demanded Avery. "Is she weird or somethin'?"
Jack pulled me to a stop and the other fellas turned to look at him.
"You haven't seen her?" asked Jack.
We shook our heads, and I tried to shake off Jack's restraining hand.
"Have ya heard about her?" Jack continued.
"I heard he had a kid," I shrugged.
"Yeah, me, too;' said Willie, his expression saying, "So what?" He turned away. "C'mon, let's get in there before that bell rings."
Jack let me go then but he had this funny look on his face.
"I think you boys are in for a big surprise;' was all he said.
We looked at Jack like he'd lost his senses.
We pushed our way into the small hallway and shook the snow from our coats before hanging them up on our assigned pegs. I felt myself straining forward, trying to catch a glimpse of that new teacher.
Other students crowded into the entry. We exchanged a few teasing pleasantries with the other fellas and let the girls pass without comment. One or two of them looked our way and giggled a bit. Girls were awfully silly, if you asked me.
There was no way we fellas would have entered the schoolroom before the bell rang. It just wouldn't have looked right, somehow. Yet all of us were so anxious to get a look at the man who would be teaching us for the rest of the school year. From the stories that had been circulating, I didn't know whether he would have a long, curling black mustache and shifty eyes, or horns and a red tail.
Anyway, we were still standing there, straining to look around the door that wasn't opened quite wide enough for us to see into the room, when the ot
her door opened and a gust of winter snow swirled in. Behind the snowflakes was the most beautiful creature we had ever seen. I guess our mouths all dropped open. I mean, there she was just a few feet from us, brushing the snow from a green velvet-looking coat, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and blue, blue eyes peering out at us from under a white fluffy hat. She took the hat off to shake the snow from it, and brownish-red curls tumbled down all around her shoulders.
Guess Avery found his voice first.
"Who is that?" I heard his hoarse whisper.
I was too busy just looking.
She glanced again over our way and instead of lowering her eyes and flushing in embarrassment or giggling like the other girls, she gave us a flashing look with just the hint of a teasing smile in it and then she was gone through the door.
"Who was that?" Avery croaked again.
"Oh;' said Jack with a real smart-alecky grin, "that's just the teacher's daughter"
"Why didn't you tell us?" asked Avery.
"You weren't interested in the teacher's kid. Remember?"
I gave Jack a withering look and pushed my way past the other boys. The bell hadn't rung yet, but I couldn't wait to see if I was dreaming or what.
I found my way to the desk I considered mine at the back of the room and managed to sit down without stumbling over anyone. My books slid carelessly onto the wooden tabletop in front of me and my eyes traveled over the room.
Sure enough. There she was. She had removed her green coat and was wearing a blue dress that brought out the blue of her eyes. Every eye in the room was on her.
Somewhere a bell rang and through a mental fog I saw other students bringing themselves to attention. A voice at the front of the room was speaking to us. Somehow the words got through to me and I suppose I obeyed the orders I was given.
I read when asked to read-answered when spoken to-worked the sums I was given-took part in a spelling bee-even said "No, sir" and "Yes, sir;' and somehow made it through the morning, but my mind sure was on other things.
When we were dismissed for the noon hour, all us older fellas clustered together talking, and a good share of the talk was about the teacher's daughter. I listened but did not take part much. I mean, it seemed sorta crude to be discussing her in such a fashion.
Skeet Williams had Jack Berry by the front of the shirt. "What's her name? What's her name?" he was persisting. Jack had suddenly taken on a swaggering air, knowing he was the only one who had really seen this new girl before classes had begun.
Jack hated to admit it, but he didn't know her name.
"It's Camellia;' piped up Andy Johnson, with a measure of authority.
"How do you know?" Jack challenged him, hating to grant any further knowledge of the new girl to anyone but himself.
"The teacher-her pa-called her that. Didn't ya hear him?"
Jack hadn't heard him. I hadn't either. But then, I hadn't heard much the teacher had said that morning.
"Camellia," said Avery in a sort of whisper. "That's a flower, ain't it?"
There were many knowing nods and cute comments. I walked away from it all. The way the fellas were carrying on was almost as bad as girls giggling. I just didn't like the feel of it all.
Avery followed me. I walked over the frozen schoolyard kicking up clumps of roughed-up snow, dried grass and anything at all that showed.
"What's the matter, Josh?" Avery said at my sleeve. "You mad about somethin'?"
"Naw;" I said. "I ain't mad"
"You're not gettin' those there measles, are you?"
My head jerked up. "No, I'm fine-what gives ya a silly idea like that anyway?"
"Well, yer so quiet-like. Usually you join right in the funnin"'
"Funnin'!" I said sourly. "Is that what that was?"
Avery looked at me in surprise.
He started to say something back but I cut in, "I mean, it don't seem fair somehow to stand talkin' about-about people with them not even there to defend themselves or nothin'."
"We weren't saying nothin' bad;' argued Avery.
"Well-`bad' all depends," I continued. "I mean, iffen she-she's a nice girl, then she might not like a bunch a fellas pickin' her over like that-like she was just somethin' to gawk at or somethin
Avery swallowed.
"I mean;' I went on, "why don't we just forget that girl and go play Fox and Goose or somethin'?"
"You don't like her much, do you? I mean, what's she done-?"
I looked Avery square in the eye. I wanted to tell him just how dumb he was-but he was my best friend. He flinched some at my look and scuffed his feet back and forth on the solid ground.
"It's got nothin' to do with likin' or not likin;' I finally said. "I don't even know her-yet. Neither do you. Nor do any of those other fellas. But standin' around talkin' about her doesn't do anybody any good. We might as well be playin' or somethin".'
"I'll get the guys," said Avery, but before he turned to go he said one more thing-quiet and almost condemning-"You're gettin' more like your preacher uncle every day, you know that? Ever'body in town knows he won't tolerate nobody talkin' 'bout nobody," and Avery wheeled and was gone.
I knew Uncle Nat didn't care none for town gossip. He had been the butt of it far too much himself as a kid growing up in a difficult situation. But I hadn't known he had a name about town for not allowing it in his presence.
Well, maybe I had learned it from my uncle Nat. I didn't like the feel of gossipy tongues either. And I wasn't one bit ashamed of the fact.
Avery gathered up the fellas and we set us out a ring for Fox and Goose. The game got pretty lively, but I noticed fellas continually casting glances over at the girls' side where the new girl, Camellia, was playing tag.
She fit in real nice and ran about as fast as Mary Turley, who was considered a real good athlete for a girl.
The bell rang and we got to go back into the warm schoolroom. I couldn't help but notice how pretty Camellia was with her cheeks flushed and her coppery hair tousled from running in the wind.
At the close of the day all of us older fellas left the schoolyard together, and you can just guess what the topic of conversation was. But I didn't want to listen to it. It just didn't seem right somehow for them all to be talking about her and laughing and joking and all. I pulled away from the rest of them and said I had to hurry and get home 'cause Aunt Lou might be needing me.
I guess I ran all the way-I don't really remember.
When I came into the warm, fresh-bread-smelling kitchen, Aunt Lou looked just fine.
"So how was your first day back at school, josh?" she asked me.
I answered, "Fine"
"Was it good to be back?" she questioned.
I said that it was.
"And what is your new teacher really like?"
I started to answer, then stumbled to an embarrassed halt. I suddenly realized that I had no idea. I couldn't even remember what the man looked like.
CHAPTER 10
The Storm
The next day I made a point of taking a real good look at our new teacher. I didn't want to be caught again in an embarrassing situation like I had with Aunt Lou the night before. If necessary, I would even figure out his shoe size!
His name was Mr. Foggelson, that much I knew. So Camellia's last name would be Foggelson, too. Camellia was an only child. Everyone said she most favored her ma, so I guessed her ma must be a fine-looking woman.
But I was off track again. Back to Mr. Foggelson, our teacher-he was of medium size, neither big nor small. He didn't have a long, black mustache and shifty eyes, and he certainly did not have horns and a tail. He was clean shaven and had blue eyes-well, not real blue like Camellia's but sort of a gray-blue. His hair was medium brown in color, not dark, not light, and it didn't have the rich reddish-brown tones of Camellia's hair. His chin was neither jutting in a stubborn way nor small and lost in his neckline like a mousy man's might be. He was a rather ordinary-looking man.
His voice was well-modulated a
nd even-pitched, neither high nor low. He taught with authority without being overbearing. He seemed to know the subject matter well. He was patient with the slow learners, but seemed to show real appreciation for a good mind. All in all, I had to admit he would probably be the finest teacher I had ever had in my limited years of schooling.
Having carefully made my mental report for Aunt Lou or anyone else who might ask, I went back to letting my thoughts wander to other things-like whether Camellia liked to skate on frozen ponds or toboggan down steep, bumpy hills. I was imagining her with her hair flying in the wind and her cheeks flushed from all the excitement.
I wonder if shed like to go out to the farm with me? I thought. I was sure Gramps had never seen such a pretty girl and would never believe my description of her.
I wondered if she liked dogs and how she would feel about my Pixie. Somehow I could picture her with Pixie in her arms, running her slim, long fingers through the soft, fluffy fur. I could hardly wait to get the two of them together, sure that it would be instant, mutual love.
Will I stutter and make silly blunders before I even have a chance to show her that I am different than the other fellas? I worried. That I really do care about her as a person, not just a pretty face?
And then I realized that "a pretty face" was all I really knew about Camellia. Well, I'd just have to set myself to finding out more about her.
The week rushed by-all too quickly, I thought, filled as it was with daydreams and snatched glances and "chance" encounters. I wondered just how I would manage the whole weekend without even a glimpse of her or anything. Many of my classmates lived right in town and would have the opportunity to see Camellia as she went to the grocer's for her ma, or out for a walk with her pa, or something. Me, I'd be out at the farm with the menfolk-all alone.
I didn't talk to any of my family about Camellia. Not that I wasn't thinking about her some-I just didn't know what to say or how to say it. I tried whispering a few little things to Pixie-and then felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment.