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Timoteo
by
But alas! That day he had overheard some of the American boy scholars talking to the teacher about the Spanish ones.
“There’s Timoteo,” he overheard Herbert Page say. “You don’t want to have him for your milk-man, Miss Montgomery! I don’t believe they keep the milk pails any too clean at his house. Laziness and dirt go together in these Spanish houses!”
Poor Timoteo! He had hoped the teacher and her mother would take milk of him. Miss Montgomery had almost promised to, before this, and one customer for milk made such a difference in Timoteo’s home finances!
“But now she never like me any more,” Timoteo hopelessly forewarned himself, as he sat among the trees, his eyes yet red with crying. “And I try, I try! I have learned wash my hands clean, when I go school. And I try so hard learn read and write!”
Timoteo sighed heavily. He did not hate those American boys who looked so much nicer than he. He only had a sorrowful, hopeless feeling as he unfastened the cow and started homeward with her.
But when the cow lumbered in through the two white, strange gate-posts at home, she swerved aside a little, and Timoteo saw, standing under the tall red hollyhocks, his teacher, Miss Montgomery. She had a bright tin pail in her hand, and she wanted some milk.
Timoteo’s eyes brightened.
“I go wash my hands clean, clean!” he cried, and, disappearing, came back a few minutes after, holding out his palms for Miss Montgomery’s inspection.
She smiled, and gave him the pail.
“Poor little fellow!” she thought, as she watched him milking. “I’m afraid some of our American boys don’t have charity enough for him.”
Timoteo beamed with happiness as he returned the pail brimming with milk. He was Miss Montgomery’s milkman regularly after that, and when, on Sundays, Miss Montgomery taught a Sunday-school class of boys, Timoteo always slipped in and listened, though the teacher wondered sometimes if the boy could understand.
There were fair-haired American boys who looked down on Timoteo at school and who made him feel that a Spanish boy was an inferior. Sometimes Timoteo almost felt as if some of the Chinese boys, in the small fishing-village outside the town, were happier than he, for they did not seem to care to know anything but how to dry nets and dry fish. Herbert Page was one of the school boys who always felt superior to Timoteo. Timoteo did not wonder at it. He had a very humble opinion of himself, yet sometimes he wished Herbert would only look at him as he passed by. Herbert would not have spoken rudely to Timoteo. That, Herbert would have considered degrading. He simply ignored the Spanish boys of the school.
One Saturday morning, when Timoteo stood on the edge of the cliffs outside the town, he saw Herbert picking his way out over the long stretches of rocks to seaward; a basket on his arm and a stick in his hand.
“He go to get abalones, and think he can knock them off with a stick!” laughed Timoteo.
Herbert had not long lived in this vicinity, and he did not know the tenacity with which the large, oval-shaped shell, called abalone, or ear-shell, which is so well known and valued for its beautifully colored, irridescent lining, clings to the rock when the shell’s inmate is living. At school, the day before, Timoteo had heard Herbert say that he intended going after abalones on Saturday.
“He no get any,” prophesied Timoteo, gazing after Herbert’s disappearing figure.
Timoteo himself was out abalone-hunting. This was one of the ways by which he occasionally earned a few cents, visitors to the town buying the large shells for curiosities. But Timoteo had with him a long iron spike with which he intended to urge the abalone-shells from the rocks.
The abalone has a large, very strong, white “foot” inside its long shell, and there is a row of holes in the shell itself. It is conjectured that the abalone perhaps exhausts the air under the shell, and so causes the shell to cling more tightly to the rock than ever, through atmospheric pressure. It is very difficult to take an abalone from its rocky home, unless the creature is surprised.