" It certainly was
a peculiar cellar, but not worth looking at so much. I hated the
sight of it. It had no building over it, never was roofed in, and
was sometimes full of snow.
The other fool proved to be Mr. Curtis, the teacher who had written
the resolution of the meeting which voted me out of the school. He
held out his hand, and I took it, but reluctantly, and under secret
protest. I thought to myself, "This mine enemy has an axe to grind,
or he would not be here. I'll be on my guard."
"I have been waiting for you some time," said Mr. Curtis. "I was
told you were splitting rails in the forest, and would be home about
sundown. I wanted to see you about opening school again. Mr. Rogers
won't have anything to say to it, but the other two managers, Mr.
Strong and Mr. Demmond, want to engage you and me, one to teach in
the upper storey of the school, the other down below, and I came up
to ask you to see them about it."
"How does it happen that Mr. Sellars has not come over from Dresden?"
I said.
"Joliet is about the last place on this earth that Mr. Sellars will
come to. Didn't you hear about him and Priscilla?" asked Mr. Curtis.
"No, I heard nothing since that meeting; only saw the school doors
were closed every time I passed that way."
"Well, I am surprised. I thought everybody knew by this time, though
we did not like to say much about it.
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