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. "HE DAILY SHORT STORY
; The Divine Champion. ,
In the town of Bradford there
ywere no other such spellers as
Miss Letitia Summers and Bob
if Portei, the young editor of the
gVeekly Mercury. Miss Summers
jcould spell phythisis, quay, and
metempsychosis just like pig
.dog cat; and Mr. Porter never
.hesitated over the "a" and the "e"
.ip stationary and stationery. It
jwas for this that Miss Summers
always blushed when she en-'
The worst speller in town-was
""spretty Virginia Lee. Miss Lee
v had been known to have trouble
with words like hyena, bouquet
stand ostrich. But she had a way
of covering her retreat in a maze
fpi rosy dimples and to the tune
t fof- musical laughter that con
quered even her conquerors
rthough never could she conquer
the unyielding Miss Summers.
For the purpose of practice in
orthography, the Bradfordites ar
ranged a "Great Educational, In
f strtictive and Diverfino- npllino-
JO Bee, to be held at the School
House, Friday Evening, June 27;
Admission 10 and 25 cents ; Pro
ceeds to go the School Library."
Miss Summers, as an acknowl
edged orthographer, was selected
to captain one side.
Miss Adams, the banker's
daughter, accepted the captaincy
oi the -other. The Bradfordites
pujled down the musty "blue books
and mumbled and droned them
through, from "hen" to "Con-stan-ti-nople."
On the evening beforethe great
contest the editor of the Mercury
called upon Miss Summers! After
the usual preliminary blushes on
the part of the lady, the conversa
tion naturally drifted to the com
ing spelling bee.
"Can you spell 'phantasma
goria'?" demanded Miss Sum
Mr. Porter rattled it off with
"You'll do," approved the lady,
with a heart-sigh. "If I draw
the lot, I shall choose you first of
"Thanks, awfully, acknowl
edged Mr. Porter.
Miss Summers was silent for a
moment, then gazed uneasily,
toward the champion orthogra
pher. "I predict that Virginia
Lee won't be able to spell 'cam
el'," she said, with a giggle.
"Very likely,' responded Mr.
Porter, with a sigh of his own.
Next evening the school house
was crammed to the rafters
Judge Lincoln made a congratu
latory speech, then cast the lots.
Miss Summers won.
"I choose Bob Porter," she an
nounced, with a ring of triumph,
and there was an irreverent titter
among the knowing matchmak
ers. Miss Adams, the opposing
captain, chose Judge Lincoln, and
one after the other the mighty" in
orthography were chosen arid
then the less skilled, until finally
all save pretty Virginia Lee stood
in line. It was Miss Summers'
"It would make uneven -sides,"
she hesitated. ' ' ,
"I don't want to take part," den
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