ired, a trifle abruptly.

"To get a drink of water," returned the boy.

"You need not go," remarked Mr. Bright. "A young man of your years
should attend to that at the proper time. You may take your seat!"

It was a little thing, but it was so sudden that it "riled" "Dodd" to
the very depths. Quick as a flash he returned:

"I'll go out whenever I ---- please for all of you, you ---- ---- ----
----," and here followed a string of blasphemous words which good taste
says I must not write, though the truth is, "Dodd" said them, very
loudly, before a whole school full of young ladies and gentlemen, who
had to hear them. But then, good taste has some rights which I am
bound to respect, and I put dashes where "Dodd" put most shameful oaths.

If a thunderbolt had fallen into that still school-room it would not
have produced greater consternation among the pupils than did these
words of "Dodd's." He turned pale with anger, and glared at Mr.
Bright, as he, "Dodd," stood with his hand on the doorknob.

"All right;" returned Mr. Bright, "do just as the 'Other-Fellow' says
about it," and he turned to his class again.

"Dodd" stood with his hand on the doorknob for a full minute, then
turned, and slowly walking to his seat, sat down! But Mr. Bright did
not even look that way.

And this was all there ever was of this episode. Mr. Bright never once
mentioned the occurrence to "Dodd" afterwards. He did not even
reprimand him before the school nor did he speak to any pupil of what
had happened. He had won, and yet the odds were so nearly against him
that be felt it best to be silent. This might not have been your way,
beloved, but it was Mr. Bright's way, and he was able to manage it.

Some months thereafter, he had occasion one day to reprove a rough
pupil for profanity on the play-ground, and the pupil came back at him
with: "You'd better talk to 'Dodd' Weaver about swearing if you are so
anxious about it. He cursed you to your face and you didn't say a
word." But Mr. Bright only replied: "That is my affair, but you must
not swear on the play-ground. Do you understand?"

The young man concluded that he understood, and said so.

And that is how this teacher was perhaps logically inconsistent, but
nevertheless just, and able to take care of his school according to the
individual needs of his pupils. Happy is that teacher who can do so
much!

But the machine cannot do so much, nor can the men who run the machine