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OUR
Missionary Reading Circle.
SHORT COURSE OF MISSIONARY
READING FOR COMMON PEOPLE
YOUNG AND OLD.
=_What is said of it by many_=:
"_It will be very beneficial_,"
"_I would heartily recommend it_,"
"_I am glad my children are taking it up_,"
"_I consider the books first class_,"
"_It's just what I've been looking for_,"
"_Can safely recommend the books to all_,"
"_I wish you God-speed_,"
"_The idea is a good one_."
For books, address the Librarian,
For plan and methods, address Secretary.
JAS. M. NEFF, Lib., EDITH R. NEWCOMER, Sec.,
Covington, Ohio. Waynesboro, Pa.
CHARLIE NEWCOMER
BY
WILBUR B. STOVER
JAS. M. NEFF, PUBLISHER
LIBRARIAN OF OUR MISSIONARY READING CIRCLE
COVINGTON, OHIO
1894
PREFACE.
I knew Charlie Newcomer, and I loved him. To me he seemed to have a
bright future. And that other children may be led to take his good
example in uniting with the church while they are yet children, I take
pleasure in telling the story of his life. I have told that story
often from the pulpit, in children's meetings, and I tell it now, in
this way that a larger congregation may be reached.
In the home of Charlie and Bessie's parents at Ringgold, I wrote every
word of this sketch. It is with considerable hesitancy, too, that the
parents allow the facts to be told, since it enters right into their
home life, and since some might misjudge their intention concerning
their children.
May his heart's desire now be realized--to be a missionary.
W. B. S.
_Edgemont, Md., Feb. 2, 1894._
CHARLIE NEWCOMER
CHAPTER I.
AT THE RINGGOLD SCHOOL.
"Hurry up Charlie, for as soon as we get our dinner over, we want to
play base-ball, and you're on our side, you know," called one of the
scholars of the Ringgold school to Charlie Newcomer, as he was going
home at noon for his dinner. Charlie's home was only a few rods from
the school house, and on the same side of the road.
"All right, boys, I will," he answered in return, and in a minute more
he was home.
Dinner was not ready when he reached home, for his mamma had been
putting out her washing that forenoon. So he brought the water and
then went to the cellar for the bread and butter while his mamma made
the gravy, and dinner was soon on the table. While they were eating,
Charlie said, "Do you think, mamma, I can get up head this afternoon?
I've studied my lessons very well."
"I don't know, indeed," said his mamma, "you cannot unless some one
above you should make a mistake, and the other scholars are as anxious
to stand well as you are."
"They're awful hard lessons, and surely some one will miss, and I'm
just waiting for a chance like that. You know I hate to be foot," he
continued, "and if I hadn't 'a' missed that day three weeks ago, I
would have been head now."
He had finished his dinner before his mother and little sister, and
was off to school while they were yet at the table.
The boys in the play ground had changed their minds about playing
base-ball, from the fact that some wanted to begin playing right away,
while others wanted to wait for the return of those who had gone home
for dinner. Some wanted to choose new sides, and others wanted to
remain as they had been the day before; and yet others, as they said,
"didn't want to play anyhow," and in the midst of so many voices, they
all went to playing "Drop the handkerchief," girls and boys together.
Charlie was especially fond of playing "Drop the handkerchief," and
when he saw it was that game instead of ball, it did not take long
until he was at it with all his might. Adding his kerchief to those
already afloat, he ran around the large circle never faster.
Grown up people sometimes wonder how it is that children are willing
to play until they are all in a perspiration, but children just as
well wonder at grown up people for working with the same result.
The ringing of the school bell brought the game to a close. Nearly all
of the scholars went at once into the house, while a few lingered on
the porch to get a drink of water and cool off a little before going
in.
How quiet it seems just after all the boys and girls are called from
the play-ground to their books.
The school building at Ringgold is at one end of the town, and the
town is a little, long one, right on the top of a large, long hill. On
either side you can see the mountains, and from Ringgold to the
mountain eastward, even away up on the side of the mountain, are
thousands and thousands of peach trees.
[Illustration: THE RINGGOLD SCHOOLHOUSE.]
Within the school house is work. Class after class is called up to
recite, and in some of them not many changes are made as to the standing
of the pupils. In most of the classes the method of trapping is used.
Whenever any one mis-spells a word or makes a mistake on a problem, the
next one below him has a chance at it; if he misses, the next has a
chance, and so on until the one is found who can make right the error,
then that one traps and goes up above all who have missed.
Ever since Charlie had been absent that one day, he had been working
especially hard to win his accustomed place at the head of his
classes, for whoever missed a day had to "go foot."
That afternoon because the lessons were rather difficult, he hoped to
get near to his old place, if not to reach it altogether. When the
first class was called, his heart beat just a little faster than while
he was preparing his lesson. As he arose from his seat to go, he
breathed a little prayer to God, that he might remember well what he
had just been learning.
Several problems were missed and as many times somebody trapped up. But
not every problem that others had mistaken reached Charlie. One time he
thought he would now trap three, when he himself missed, and another got
it. In trapping, however, the close of the recitation found him "third"
but not "first." And so the class was dismissed for that day.
The last in the afternoon was the spelling class. The teacher
frequently began to pronounce the words on the lower part of the page
first. "Tournament" was the first word to-day. The next was
"constitute." "Coadjutor" was Charlie's first word to spell.
"Inaugurate" was mis-spelled near the foot of the class. "Sumac" was
missed, and the scholars below were eager. "Ducat" enabled the one
above Charlie to trap two. "Joust" was spelled correctly. "Oolite" and
"vocable" were missed several times. The lesson was almost closed.
"Compass," said the teacher.
"Fortnight."
"Revolt." That was Charlie's.
"Caoutchouc."
"C-a-o-u-t-c-h--c-h--can't spell it," said the little man next below
Charlie.
"Next," said the teacher.
"C-a-o-u-t-c-h-o-u-c-e."
"Next."
"C-o-o-c-h-o-o--o-o--."
"Next."
"C-h-o-o--"
"Next," and Charlie began to wish he had been foot now, so he could
get up more than one at a time.
"K-a-u-o-t-c-h."
"Next," and all eyes began to look toward the head of the class, for
the unfortunate word was sure to go there.
"Caoutchouc," again pronounced the teacher, clearly. The bright little
girl at the head of the class was a good speller, but hearing so many
efforts, she became confused with the word, and although spelling
slowly at it, she missed it.
"Next."
"Caoutchouc, is it, teacher?"
"Yes, sir."
"C-o-u-t-c-h-o-u-c."
"Next."
"C-o-u-t-c-h-a-o-u-c."
"Next," and every kind of a way was given to spell that word. It
passed on down the class to Charlie. He was waiting, not a little
anxiously for it.
"C-a-o-u-t-c-h-o-u-c caoutchouc," and he marched up head with a smile
that showed gladness for himself, and love for those in the class at
the head of which he now stood.
Some words more and the lesson was recited.
"Charlie," said Earl Rinehart after the bell rang, and they were
passing out of the door, "I was glad you got that word right."
"Why so, Earl?"
"Because I'd rather have you head than any one else, even if I do have
to be second or third."
And having crossed over the stile, five of them joined in a row and
ran a footrace down the little hill, past Bell's and Newcomer's, on
down the road,--save one, who turned off to the right quickly and
hurried into the house to tell his mamma of his good fortune in the
spelling class.