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MR. EUGENE ANDERSON, President.
Georgia-Alabama Business College,
Macon, Ga.
Mr. W. B. Feagle, formerly a school
teacher at Fort White, Fla., writes:
“As one interested in education and
one who has had an opportunity to
study conditions, I believe I am safe
in saying that Mr. Eugene Anderson,
President of the Georgia-Alabama
Business College, Macon, Ga., is con
ducting the greatest practical training
school in the entire country. He is
a man of the highest ideals and he
accomplishes great things for his
patrons.”
Mr. Anderson’s motto is: “Train a
boy or girl, put him to work and then
let him pay his tuition afterwards.”
This college has a fund for taking
high grade young people, letting them
pay for their tuition after they go to
work.
her sweet face, and as though he had
not heard the last.
“It is a grave,” he said solemnly. “I
think that I have been fighting that
grave, also.”
“Are you Southern born?” she quer
ied, her voice trembling a little in
spite of her.
“Yes, but what a queer question.”
“Are you Protestant bred?”
“Yes.” he whispered softly.
“Thank God,” she breathed, very
close to his shoulder.
“But —why?”
“Why?” My grandfather made a
will that the man I marry must be,
that is all.”
“Suppose, if I should ask you to
marry me, your father should disin
herit you?”
“I wouldn’t care,” she said cheerful
ly. “We would still be very comfort
able, and then there is my brother,
Von Bulow. He owns this place —‘Soli-
tude.’ ”
He drew her bare arm through his.
“I am not going to propose to you,
Proserpina, or kiss you.”
“I have never been afraid of you,”
she mused, her eyes on the great
lawn, of “Solitude.”
“Do you see that red glow through
the darkness, on the lawn, near the
house?”
“Yes; the red light of a cigar. Looks
queer, doesn’t it?”
“There’s a man behind it.”
“Yes. Who?”
“My father. He is said to be worth
several millions.”
“I am aware of the fact, but what
is the inference. Do you wish me to
borrow his entire pile?”
“No, it will not be necessary. As
one of the heirs of my grandfather’s
estate, I shall not only be independent,
but very rich. I told you that love
never fails. It never does. And . . .
and I am going to live with your
mother.”
“Rose —have you lost your senses?”
“No; I am gaining my senses. I
am learning that happiness does not
dwell in wood and leather. It is out
of the heart. And my heart has
gone out to you, Burwood Morris.”
But, he was staring past her, with
fear now too overcome to feel the
great joy that her words would have
brought a few moments before, as if
he had seen a ghost.
“Who is that girl crossing the
lawn?”
“Schiller Wilkins,” she said, inno
cently.
She went white as death in a mo
ment. She knew that something was
wrong with him, for he had released
her arm, and sunk down on a bench,
his hands over his face.
“Even if she is your wife ... I
will forgive you,” she said, irrelevant
ly.
“Proserpina, you cannot love me?”
“I can. Tell me who that girl is?”
“My cousin. I drove her away from
home in a fit of drunken rage. Now,
bid me go! Send me away! Tell me
to face the long, gray years, alone as
I deserve to face them. My sin has
found me out!”
“I will not, because I still love you.”
She was weeping softly in the star
lit dusk. It would not have been the
higher, nobler Burwood Morris who
did that. It was the crushed, despair
ing soul. No, I will not send you
away.”
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membrance. A box of stationery on
which she can send out messages of
good cheer to her friends and fellow
sufferers; a book of postage stamps
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to write have to remain unseat for
lack of money to buy postage); or best
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to Miss Mary Ellen Willis, Route 3,
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Can we not make Heaven happier
and bring Christ nearer to our individ
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lowship and practical friendship to
this, His little child? Believing many
of you will do so, let us say in ad
vance, WE THANK YOU.
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