her heart gave a leap. If she could only get the place, it would save them from beggary.
She fairly ran to the Preacher to get his advice.
"Certainly, child, try for it. It's humiliating to ask such a favour of that black ape, but if you can save your loved ones, do it."
So with trembling hand she knocked at Tim's door. He required all applicants to apply personally at his house. Tim met her with the bows and smirks of a dancing master.
"Delighted to see your pretty face this morning, Miss Graham," he cried enthusiastically.
The girl blushed and hesitated at the door.
"Just walk right in the parlour, I'll join you in a moment."
She bravely set her lips and entered.
"And now what can I do for you, Miss Graham?"
"I've come to apply for a teacher's place in the school."
"Ah indeed, I'm glad to know that. There is only one difficulty. You must be loyal. Your people were rebels, and the new government has determined to have only loyal teachers."
"I think I'm loyal enough to the old flag now that our people have surrendered," said the girl.
"Yes, yes, I dare say, but do you think you can accept the new régime of government and society which we are now establishing in the South? We have abolished the colour line. Would you have a mixed school if assigned one?"
"I think I'd prefer to teach a negro school outright to a mixed one," she said after a moment's hesitation.
Tim continued, "You know we are living in a new world. The supreme law of the land has broken down every barrier of race and we are henceforth to be one people. The struggle for existence knows no race or
