Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 October 1874 — “She Can’t Mad.” [ARTICLE]

“She Can’t Mad.”

A writer in the North End Mission Magazine tells a good story of a Miss Bishop, who gave the besT*years of her life to the Indians in the far West as a missionary teacher. They loved her devotedly, and well they might, for she was patient and long-suffering with them to such an extent that it was affirmed by the members that within the memory of the oldest scholar she had never been known to lose her temper. Such a constant and perfect example of self-control in a pale-face became altogether unbearable, and one day during recess the large boys held a council over the matter. Was there no possible scheme to be arranged by which the serenity of this lady might be ruffled? All suggestions failed to meet the approval of the majority, and the council was apparently a failure, when Jimmy Corn-planter, whose small, black eyes had been gazing intently into space for some moments, suddenly sprang to his feet, exclaiming: “I know! I no tell! You come to-mor-row morning and seel Miss Bishop, she mad, she very mad!” Doubt was expressed on every countenance, but they promised to come. The morning was bitterly cold, but Miss Bishop started out in good season to open the school-house and build the fire for the day. Making her own path through the snow, she was somewhat damp and chilled. It was with benumbed fingers that she unlocked the door, troub led by a few stray thoughts of the comfortable home she had left in the East, where father, mother, brothers and sis ters would have shielded her from every drudgery like this. Banishing these thoughts, she resolutely entered the house, and taking her little basket of kindlings she opened the door of the stove, wMch, to her amazement, was filled to the brim with snow! Suspicious of observation from some unseen quarter, she then calmly walked to the door, and taking the water-pail and fire-shovel patiently set about taking out the snow, not one impatient look upon her face, not one reproachful word. It was too much for the invisible boys, who soon emerged, very sheepishly, it must be confessed, from their hidingplaces, and taking from her the pail ana shovel soon repaired their miscMef and built a rousing fire. Again and again, during the recess of that day, Miss Bishop heard the children shouting triumphantly, “ Miss Bishop —she can't mad!" Such self-control conveys a lesson which is not soon forgotten. It is an evidence of inward strength. A prisoner in the State Prison at Charlestown, Mass., has just been detected in an imposition which he sucCessfullv maintained for two years and a half, hoping to get a pardon. He took to his bed nearly three years ago and has lain there ever since, stating that his lower limbs were paralyzed. A few days ago the prison surgeon, who was by no means satisfied with the fellow’s statement, administered ether to him, when he got out of bed anjl danced around the room. When the effects of the ether passed away the prisoner got into bed again, where he still remains. '.— r A Missouri agriculturist tells a story of his having corn thirty-three feet high, and expects the public to give ear to it.