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THE PRICE OF A SOUL: An Amy Sermon
Reported From Memory Forty Years After Delivery.
BY D. I. WALDEN, of the Tenth Ga. Regt.
One Sunday morning while we were
eoldiering tn Virginia, the announcement
was circulated in our camp that there
would be preaching that morning in the
grove near our camp by Rev. Dr. Stiles,
a venerable Presbyterian divine.
A considerable congregation assembled,
from ours and some of the neighboring
camps and were seated more or less,
comfortably on the ground.
At the appointed hour the preacher
arose and. after the usual preliminaries,
proceeded with the sermon. He was tall
and erect with a long full beard which
was. as was also his hair, of snowy
whiteness
His text was from Penlms 49-S. 'Tor the
redemption of their soul is precious.”
He unfolded the subject to us tn a clear
and forcible manner that admitted of no
abatement of interest from beginning to
end. I have seldom ever listened to a
discourse that has been so deeply Impress
ed upon my mind or so lastingly retained
in my memory, for. although it has been
nearly forty years ago, the Imprint of it
upon my memory is still distinct. Al
though remembering the thoughts or
ideas. I have lost the words in which
they were so beautifully and appropriate
ly clothed, end any attempt to reproduce
th««n in words of my own choosing would
detract very much from their merit if
indeed It did not destroy them altogether.
I couM not hope, at this late day. to give
more than a mere outline of the sermon,
and 1 fear that even the outline will be
badly misshapen and distorted.
The term “precious.” he explained,
‘implies the highest possible degree of
value and since the uaredeemed soul Is
lost. L e.. incapable. ln\its future state,
of any happiness whatever, and conse
quently altogether worthless, the precious
nees of its redemption is equal to the
preciousness of the soul itself: therefore,
in order to properly estimate the precious
■esa or value of its redemption it is nec
essary to inquire into the value of the
■MI. *
Any attempt to measure the value of
the soul by the ordinary standards of
value, gold and silver, discloses such an
excess of value in the commodity to be
measured over that of the standard, that
no comparison is possible. And the same
difficulty la encountered to a very great
extent, in the use of any human standard.
The most precious of all our earthly pos
sessions. and consequently our highest
possible standard of value is human life,
and we can probably make our nearest
approach to a just conception of the value
of the soul, by comparing the spiritual
* life of the one. with the carnal life of the
other. The value of an article depends up
on its capacity tor giving happiness to
its possessor and its durability. Any two
commodities affording the same amount of
happiness and equally durable, are equal
tn value, but if equally durable and the
one yields more happiness than the oth
er. that one la correspondingly more val
uable and vice versa. Tried by this
standard some human lives are more
valuable than others, because more happy
or more durable. The happiness of the
redeemed soul in heaven, being perfect,
cannot of course be equaled, or even ap
proached by that of any human life on
earth; therefore the heavenly life of the
one may be compared with the earthly
life of the other, in regard to durability,
for the purpose of attaining to some faint
conception of the soul’s rating.
It the eternal life of the soul may ba
divided into definite periods of time, then
one of these periods equal in duration to
that of a human life, is more valuable by
reason of it* more perfect happiness, than
that of the human life, but such a period
as this is a very small part of the eter
nal life of the soul.
Consequently our standard falls very
far abort of measuring the real worth of
the soul, and in order to extend it wa will
multiply the average length of a human
life by LOW and find the aggregate num
ber of years of 1,000 human lives. The
life of the soul, for a period equal in du
ration to all this, is worth more than the
1.000 human Ilves, and yet such a period
tn the eternal life is still infinitesimally
. small
Our standard of value, therefore, will
have to be very greatly increased again,
and for that purpose we will take the
entire number of people in this state, in-
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eluding the armies, and find the total
number of years of all of their lives. And
a period of soul-life equal to all this is
worth more than all the human lives in
the state of Virginia, and after the soul
has enjoyed the heaeenly life for a period
equal to all this it still has an eternity of
happiness before it.
In order to extend our measuring stand
ard still further we will take the entire
population of the United States and the
Confederacy and calculate the number of
years of all of their lives. And a period
of the soul’s life equal to all this is worth
more than all the human life in this great
country. Yet after the soul has feasted
on the Joys of heaven for a period equal
to all this it still has an undiminished
eternity of rejoicing in prospect.
Now, to still further amplify our stand
ard. we wifi take the whole population of
the world, of e>try race and color, and
find the aggregate number of years of life
of the entire human family. A period in
the life of the soul equal in duration to
all this is worth more than all the human
life on the earth, and yet after the soul
has enjoyed its glorious career throughout
a period equal to all this mighty aggre
gate of years, it still has an eternity be
fore it.
Now. we will go back to the creation
and beginning with Adam and Eve, count
all the people of all the generations from
them to the present time, and then go for
ward and estimate as best we can the
number yet to be born, and calculate the
sum of all human life on the earth, past
present and future. The soul’s life for a
period equal to all this is worth more
than all human life. And if we multiply
this last number by ten thousand and cal
culate as before, the result will be the
same, thus Justifying the assertion some
times heard from the pulpit that "one
Immortal soul is worth more than ten
thousand such worlds as this."
Young man. you have such an infinitely
valuable immortal soul! Will you accept
this -precious redemption, absolutely free
of charge?
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Bean ths A tIW KM YR NIW AIWIR foUtM
Rev. Sam Sones
Again Catches It
For His c Uiews.
Atlanta Journal: Considerably more
than one-third of a century after the close
of the war, Rev. Sam Jones is pouring out
the vials of his wrath and indignation up
on the question of the justice allowed the
widows of the brave Confederates who
fell, the few old one-armed and one-leg
ged veterans who still live, and the com
mon school fund. He seems to claim that
those allowances are the cause of high
taxes and the condition of the state treas
ury.
Hon. Dupont Guerry, candidate for gov
ernor, holds exactly to the contrary. In
his speech here a few days since, he
stated that if he 1# elected governor he
will sign no paper whose mission is to
diminish the income of the old soiuiers
and widows, or decrease the school fund.
Mr. Guerry claims that the railroads, in
this state (or the most of them) are
paying taxes on only about one-third of
their true value; that if they were made
to come up and pay tax in proportion as
merchants, farmers, mechanics and
banks pay. many more thousands of dol
lars would come into the treasury annu
ally and hence taxes would be lower, the
treasury would not have to borrow money
and the school fund and pensions would be
paid with ease.
Now why is it and how is it that the
reverend gentleman does not Jump on
with both feet and help Mr. Gusrry to
make the railroads come up and pay the
many thousands of dollars which Mr.
Guerry claims they ought to pay, over
and above what they do pay. But perhaps
Mr. Jones has free passes on all or most
of the roads in Georgia, and if he has, is
it not reasonable to suppose that the value
of those passes to him makes him mum
and blind along this all-important line?
Will Mr. Jones please tell us in his next
letter to The Journal how many rail
roads them are in Georgia on which he
has tree passes? He has said that he
talks out in "meetin;” now I hope he
will be consistent and tell us how many
free passes he has. and we will guess at
how much influence these passes have
over him. In the judgment of the very
best and most patriotic people of this
state and the south, Mr. Jones Is puking
on the two most sacred causes that the
state baa to care for. If Mr. Jones had
spent two or four years of his life in
the war and had left a limb on the soil of
Virginia or some other battle ground,
there is not a sensible man, woman or
child in the south who believes that he,
would paw the ground, vomit and talk
of these sacred causes as he does. In his
last attack he warns the people that the
tax-gather is coming and he demands a
great deal of tax money. Now there are
thousands of good people who claim that
Mr. Jones is the most rigid tax-gatherer
that there is tn the state. They claim
that he is not satisfied with less than
from $1,500 to >2.600 for ten days or two
weeks preaching, and these sums are
gathered from single congregations. Mr.
Jones rises very, very high in his last let
ter to The Journal and commands the leg
islature to quit using pills and powders
and to take out their knives and whack
off not less than one-half the allowances
to the causes named, and reminds the
legislature that then "the wail on the old
soldier busines will begin.**
Mark his language! "Wall from Dan to
Bersheeba on the old soldier business.”
I have heard it said that the time will
come when an empty sleeve or pant's leg
will be a disgrace in the south to the
man who carries it. I do not believe that
such will ever be the case, but should the
time ever come that any number of south
erners so- act and believe, can I help
believing that such vomit as Sam Jones
pours on the unfortunate in the lost
cause, brought such about? Mr. Jones says
that scarlet fever in his family recently
gave him rest from the taps of the beg
gars at his door. Do not those poor needy
people know that his thousands come
easy and think that some of it ought to go
easy? When I thought that Sam Jones
preached only for souls and a reasonable
support there was no greater admirer of
him than I. The argument that he uses,
vis: that the fellow who cannot educate
his kids ought to go out of the kid bus
iness is no argument at all. He very
well knows that there has always been
and always will be parents who cannot
give their children an education, and
many who will not try. Must those chil
dren grow up in ignorance ana vice? I
understand Bam Jones to claim that they
ought. Probably nine-tenths of the old
crippled soldiers who are now living, after
spending two to four years of their lives
in the war. came home penniless and
those of them who are able to bury
themselves became so by working almost
two days in one and doing almost two
men's work, and denying themselves ot
any luxury, leisure or pleasure, while the
' Rev. Sam Jones received probably SSO to
' SIOO and possibly more at times for one
i hour's sermon or lecture and lived in lux
ury and laid his head on a downy pillow
at night.
When Mr. Jones Jumps on the railroads
and helps Mr. Guerry to make them pay
taxes on the other two-thirds of their
value and when he goes to a few poor
communities and preaches for them with
out big pay. and when he stops his efforts
I to down the Old soldier and widows of the
THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MONDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1901.
The Ladder of
BY MRS. RA LPH VICTOR.
A child in wonder gazed one day upon a
Ladder bright as Gold; topped with Price
less Gems—
Watched earnestly as men essayed to
CIIUIO It.
One rung, two, aye, sometimes three
they mastered—faltered—stopped.
Long observed the child this sport. Final
ly one came; one of Napoleonic features,
more zealous than his immediate Prede
cessors.
Four—five—six—
He seemed in fairway of gaining the
summit.
Then perceived the child that all those
he had passed, supplemented by many
others, like unto mischievous boys—
Hurled sticks and stones, pelted him
with Mud. as though to impede his Prog
ress, or perchance make finer sport.
Upon this scene burst Ridicule and all
her servants wen equipped with Hose,
bearing penshaped Nozzles. With Fluid,
making many and varied Grotesque Pic
tures.
This called forth funeral Hilarity and
his Laughing Army.
He (the climber) laughed with them,
oftimes At them. Yet unflinchingly crept
Onward.
Up—up—up—he is nearly there!
Suddenly in breathless amazement the
child saw spring forth (as though Guar
dian of the Treasure) a skeleton with
scythe in hand—
And he shudderingly wondered; “must
he pass That, too?”
At that moment there rang out upon the
pregnant air a shot—a shot so loud and
vibrant as to send its detonation around
the entire civilized world.
All, all! Aye, even those who had hurled
the Missiles now stood with Hat in hand—
Head bowed in Grief.
And the Hose bearing Fraternity seemed
paralyzed, the Fluid frozen by Sorrow
until thawed by the Remembrance of
many Great Deeds.
Then the child again gazed upward.
And behold—he could dimly see the
BRAVE FELIX.
♦ +
♦ A Story With a Moral. ♦
Felix Rogers’ parents died when he was
a very small boy.
He had no brothers or sisters, and his
only relative, an aunt, his mother's sister,
although a poor widow who was obliged
to work hard to provide for her own fam
ily. kindly took him to her humble home.
She had five children—Alice, George,
May. Lizzie and Leon—and Felix made the
sixth.
Felix was at the head of his class; he
was very bright and learned rapidly;
They all went to a public school.
When Felix was 14 years old he still
lived with his aunt; but she was not so
poor as she had been when Felix came to
live with her.
Her uncle had died and left her a small
sum of money, but quite enough to live
comfortably without work.
Felix was a strong, tall, good-natured
fellow. I
His honesty and truthfulness made him
a great favorite with all his school fellows
and all who knew him.
One day at lunch hour, as he was walk
ing home from school, a fire engine passed,
but fires were so numerous In a large city
that It did not attract the children's at
tention.
From the distance Felix noticed a crowd
gathering around the apartment house In
which he lived.
As he drew nearer this Is the scene that
met his eyes: Several fire engines at work,
men shouting, women screaming, children
sobbing and thick, black smoke pouring
from the doors and windows, while fire
men were climbing ladders and people
coming down fire escapes.
In the midst of this scene of horror Felix
saw a child at an upper window.
The firemen were afraid to get it, as they
thought the wall might fall at any minute.
Felix looked again, the child was in the
third story; she was a little girl about
four years old.
Her danger increased as the seconds
sped.
Felix was about to run up a ladder when
a policeman said, roughly: "See here,
young man, don't go up there or you will
be killed sure. One dead Is better than
two.”
"I will save her if no one else will,” and
up he dashed through the smoke before
the astonished policeman could stop him.
Felix was as quick as a flash; he took
the child on his a>m and descended rapid
ly.
He reached the sidewalk in safety and
heard the policeman mutter: “He is a
plucky boy; I am a policeman, and
wouldn’t have done it; neither would the
firemen, and everybody knows they are
brave.”
Three minutes later, with a crash that
was heard many blocks, the wall fell
down; nobody was hurt, for the policeman
ordered the people to "stand back,” which
they did in a hurry.
The next day Felix’s name was in the
newspapers, with a long account of his
bravery.
The mother of the child he rescued was
Mrs. Richmond, a wealthy lady.
She did not live in the flathouse, but her
nurse girl went there to see her sister
and took the child with her.
When the fire broke out she ran to save
herself and forgot about the little girl.
Mrs. Richmond went to see Felix's aunt,
and with her consent she adopted Felix.
She had lost a son about Felix’s age,
and Mrs. Rogers knew Felix had a good
home, a loving mother and a dear little
sister.
He would go to college, and some day
might become a great man.
Yet she was very sorry to let him go, as
sho loved him as if he were her own son,
but she thought, "He will have a good
education and a chance to be a lawyer or
write great books, and If he stays with
fallen, and when he does something to
help educate poor children, then and not
till then, many who once admired him
wiH believe on him again. Yours truly,
W. H. ROBERTS.
P S.—Why don't Mr. Jones Jump on
big salaries for little work? I hope that
he will "talk out in meetin’ " and tell how
many free railroad passes he has and
whether or not he will help to compel
the railroads to pay taxes on the other
other two-thirds of their property. He
once said that he is always for the bot
tom dog. but it seems plain that he has
changed his tactics relative to old wid
ows, cripples and the poor children.
W. H. R.
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climber pluck the Precious Jewels and—
He waited—
Waited Long for the Victor’s trium
phant Eeturn.
Growing impatient he turned to make
Inquiry and faced an Awful Truth.
Like unto the child he was, he hurled
his Queries, shaking the Ladder in his
impotent Rage:
“What is This?”
"Fame,” the Awful Truth curtly an
swered.
"The skeleton?”
"Death.”
"And the Gems?”
“Fame's Glorious Crown—the Jewels of
Recognition.”
Then the child stammered in awesome
Fear:
“And must—must Man Die to reach
them?”
Even the very trees affirmatively bow
ing seemed swayed by a breeze that bore
unto his waiting ears these echoing words.
"Aye he is dead. Foully murdered.
The tidings flashed from place to place,
And a great, free Peopls shuddered
At the dire loss they had to face.
Paralyzed with grief and sorrow
Appeared each fount of daily news
Until loosed by the remembrance
Os thousand virtues, all his dues.
Then, too, many million readers
First 'woke to knowledge n f the man—
Learned to know him when they lost him,
As life vanished hotqage began.
You ask. ‘Does it take shot or knife
Our eyes to ope to view the jewel?
Must man give up his very life
To breathe Incense where praise is fuel?’
Paradoxical, perhaps, and yet—
Past events have brought It to view.
Well may we cry, O what a pity!
And likewise, ‘Pity 'tls, *tis true.’ ”
Every fall reaps Its harvest of deaths caused
by failure to regain strength and health aftsr
a trying summer. DR. 81 EGERT'S Angostura
Bitters enrich ths blood.
me he soon will leave school and have to
work for his living?
Was she not unselfish?'
Felix never forgot his aunt’s kindness,
and by and by when she moved to the
country and three of her children went to
college some people thought It was Felix's
doings, and perhaps It was.
So we see, whether a boy is poor or rich
he can always be kind and loving and help
others. EDNA FRANCES DESSAR.
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,A great many years ago, even before au
tomobiles were invented, Mr. Dog used to
live with Mr. Man, Just as he does now.
Any one would think that he should have
learned company manners and know how
to behave almost as nicely as your eldest
sister when there is company to dinner,
but any one of you who is acquainted
with very many dogs will know that he
did nothing of the kind. This Mr. Dog
of whom I speak did commence to learn
a great deal, but he found that therq ap
peared to be drawbacks too much.
One day he was watching Mr. Man
churn, when Mr. Man said that if Mr.
Dog wanted to have more fun than he had
ever heard of he would better learn to
churn. Mr. Dog was always looking for
fun, and he said that would be just the
very thing he had been wanting to learn
for a long time. Mr. Man rigged a con
trivance at once, which made the churn
work beautifully whenever Mr. Dog walk
ed up a little row of gjats. Mr. Man said
that the greatest fun qf all was to be tied
fast, $o he tied Mr. Dog fast to the string.
Mr. Dog walked up the slats and had fun
for quite a while, and then he found that
he was so very tired that it would be
more fun to He down and rest. He called
to Mr. Man to come and let him loose, but
Mr. Man was busy having fun chopping
wood and so did not hear Mr. Dog, who
had to keep on walking, so that the slats
would not slide out from under him and
leJve him suspended by the neck.
After a long time the milk was all
churned Into butter, and Mr. Man came
and let Mr. Dog loose, Mr. Dog did not
even say "Much obliged, Mr. Man,” but
he crawled off and lay down and slept
for two days and nights without ever
waking up.
A few days later Mr. Man’s son Tom
my was working his best at carting ap
ples In a little wagon from the orchard to
the cellar. He was very tired and wanted
to stop, but he did not dare, for his fath
er had told him to take them all in. He
smiled behind his ears when he saw Mr.
Dog coming, and he looked Just as happy
as only a boy can when he smiles that
way. ,
“Good morning. Tommy," said Mr. Dog
as he came up. "You look as happy as a
puppy with a five-pound tenderloin
steak.”
“Oh. yes; I affi having such fun here,”
replied Tommy. Then he asked Mr. Dog
if he did not want to have some fun, too;
but Mr. Dog remembered about the churn,
when he could not stop when he wanted
to, and he said he guessed he would try
to get along without fun that day. But
Tommy said that it was Just perfectly
glorious and that If Mr. Dog would only
try it he would let him look at his pic
ture book. That sounded nice, so Mr.
Dog let Tommy harness him to the little
wagon. Tommy plied tne apples into the
wagon and Mr. Dog had to draw the load
to the house, and it Was all up hill all the
way, too. After four or five trips Mr.
Dog became tired and wanted to stop, but
Tommy would not unharness him, and so,
of course, he had to go on.
Tommy made Mr. Dog keep pulling
these heavy loads until they had taken all
the apples to the cellar. Then Tommy
unharnessed him and asked him how he
liked learning to draw the wagon. "I
CO¥POSIfE~AMMALS.
Here is a game that Is a little too long
for recess, but just right for those girls
who take their luncheon to school and
then eat it so quickly that they have for
ty minutes or so to wait before school
begins In the afternoon.
The girls who play it “choose sides,”
and there can be as many on a side as
you can get, although there should not be
iess than four. Each side chooses the
name of some animal, being care
ful not to let the other
side know their choice. There
is a captain of each side. After the ani
mals have been chosen, one side goes to
the blackboard, and each girl makes a
straight line. Those lines form part of
the outline of the animal which that side
has chosen. The lines may be joined to
gether or not, but each line must be part
of the outline of the animal chosen.
The captain of the side may decide
whether to have each girl draw one or
two lines, but each girl must draw the
same number. The object is to sketch
on the blackboard enough of the outline
of the animal so that an equal number of
new lines drawn by the other side and
connecting the old lines will complete
the picture. The side first at the board
is very careful not to let the other side
know what animal they intend to picture,
and In drawing it they make the outlines
as disconnected as possible, so that the
other side may be misled into making a
finished picture of the wrong animal. This
they will uo in a great many cases, but if
they do get the right one and finish the
drawing In the same number of strokes
used by their opponents, they take their
turn at beginning the drawing, while the
other side must complete It. But If the
guessers do not draw the right animal, or
if in drawing it they use one stroke more
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Three Sweet Girl Graduates
BY SARA BEAUMONT KENNEDY.
Copyright, 1901, by Daily Short Story Pub. Co.
The June sun had done full duty all day,
for no cloud had marred the white ra
diance that lay on the close-cropped grass
and shining paths of the college campus.
In their joint sitting room three girls
lounged In comfort.
“Just to think,” Julia Thurston said,
"it is all over, the weeks and months of
study, and we are ‘finished’ young la
dies.”
“Yes,” Celia Holmes answered, “tomor
row we will be ‘turned out,’ three inno
cent lambs among the wolves of the
world. Let's make a solemn contract to
meet here a year from that day and tell
our experiences.”
“Agreed,” said the others. And for a
few moments nothing else was talked of,
the plan seemed so delightful.
Then Celia said, yawning: "I cannot In
the least imagine how I am to exist with
out those heart-to-heart talks with dear
old Professor Pope over trigonometry
questions.”
“The wonder to me Is how you ever
pulled through at all, Celia,” said Lester
Hines, who lay full length upon the rug.
"When Professor Pope got a passable
mathematical paper out of you he worked
the modern miracle and picked figs from
thistles.”
"I suppose you and Julia thought you
were going to leave me here?”
“Yes; we had talked It over with tears,
and we had Imagined scenes out of the
future like this: As mothers, entering our
daughters, we would come back here and
find you still doing a dally pilgrimage to
‘the Pope.’ And again as grandmothers
we would return with a second genera
tion of girls and find a wizen old woman
‘doing trig’ through double glasses.”
“Oh, pray don’t think of stopping at
being a grandmother—go on, even unto
the third and fourth generation,” Celia
cried, throwing her slipper at the grace
ful figure on the rug.
“Certainly I will go on, for there Is one
more scene to the drama. One day some
70 years from now, when mine and Julia’s
great-granddaughters graduated with the
first honors, as their ancestresses are do
ing tomorrow, that old woman, who was
once pretty, athletic Celia Holmes, would
fall In her exams again and die of morti
fication and old age, and at the post
mortem examination the mystic word
‘trigonometry’ would be found graven on
her heart!”
"Yes,” put in Julia, with mock tearful
ness, "we thought to see you die an octo
genarian. not of paresis or appendicitis,
not of anything common, such as ague or
malaria, but of trigonometry-of-the
heart.”
“Very kind pf you all to kill me off like
that. I hope you arranged for flowers and
carriages at the funeral.”
“Really, Celia, how close did you come
to failure?” asked Lester.
“So close that I think I barked my
shins .and skinned my teeth. Please don’t
talk of it any more or you’ll set my
wounds to bleeding afresh.”
“If you had failed, Julia and I would
have taken our diplomas tomorrow in
deep mourning; and that would have been
terrible, considering how angelic Celia
looks In white—and who will be here to
see her.”
“Well, she need not be stuck up because
Phil Blair is coming to bring her some
roses; Harry Peters will be here to see
me.”
There was a silence. The tall, fair girl
by the window looked out into the shim
mering day and smiled, that smile a wo
man gives a lover for greeting; while the
girl In the easy chair—only a trifle less
lovely—turned a ring on her finger with a
sudden tenderness about her red mouth.
Only Lester, lying on the rug, had no ray
of the dream-light on her dark face. She
knew the secrets of these others, and
wnlle they mused thus she watched «them
curiously. What must It be like, this state
of loving and being loved? She was an
orphan, poor and homeless, without a rel
ative in the world. She was to carry off
the first honors tomorrow, yet who was
there to care except the old professor
who had trained her and these two girls
from whom the honors were won?
“You dear little brown bird.” Julia said,
turning suddenly and seeing the look in
Lester’s eyes, and stooped to gather the
clinched hands into her strong, white
ones. “What are you thinking of, Lester?”
“I was wishing there was some one in
the world who cared for me, too.”
"Why, Lester, I thought you did* not
want a lover; that trigonometry was to
be the romance of your life,” cried Celia.
“A lover is better than nobody," sobbed
Lester.
Julia stroked the dark hair tenderly.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do. ’ she said pres
ently, “I’ll lend you Phil for your lover
during commencement. I will have moth
er and fatner and grandma and cousin
John; surely that is laudation enough for
one girl. I shall tell Phil to be very de
voted to you, send you flowers and all
that.” k
“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” Les
ter cried, starting up. “I would not bor
row yours and Celia’s clothes all these
years, I certainly shall not borrow your
lover now.”
“Dear me, Lester, what a time we have
had with that foolish pride of yours.
Just as If our things did not belong to you
by right of affection,” sighed Celia.
"You two have been so good to me,”
Lester said, her eyes filling.
“Hush up!” cried Celia, throwing her
other slipper with accurate aim. "Where
should I be today, I should like to know,
but for your coaching and bullying? It
was you pulled me through, not professor.
I owe everything to you.” Anu so they
comforted the heart-sick girl, these two
favorite daughters of fortune.
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him as to his part, and from the moment
of Introduction he was as Lester's shad
ow. At first she protested against his at
tentions and even tried to avoid him; but
it was no use, and by and by the exhllara-
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at her elbow to hold her fan or whisper
bappy nonsense in her ear had its effect
upon her. so that Celia declared she out
shone even her own bright self. The next
morning when she stood before the bril
liant Audience to deliver her valedictory
she was glad for the first time that she
was carrying off the honors of her class,
for directly in front of her sat Phil
watching her with a look she had never
seen in any other man's eyes. His admi
ration made the honors seem more worth
while. When she was done an usher
brought her a great armful of splendid
Jacqueminot rcses. and she flushed th
think of the sender.
“You were superb,” Phil whispered
amid the congratulations after the exer
cises were over,
“And my roses are past praise.” she
answered, for under the ribbon she had
xound his card.
He lifted one of the blossoms and held
it near her cheek. “Jacks are your roses
by some artistic right. I shall always as
sociate them with you.”
That afternoon there was a coaching
party, and by Julia’s arrangement she
went with Phil on the box seat, but she
declared vehemently that she would not
have him near her at the faculty's recep
tion that evening. Julia laughed; when
a woman is sure of a man a game like
this Is very amusing. So that evening
Phil again followed in Lester’s train,
dancing with her, sitting with her on the
balcony or in some quiet nook, and Julia,
from a circle of admirers, smiled her sat
isfaction on him. But Lester was excited
and restless. What did that Intent look in
Phil's eyes portend? What was this new,
sweet emotion knocking at her own
heart? She began to be afraid, and was
glad when at last it was all over and she
was alone. The next morning, rising very
early, before the others, she went to bld
farewell' to her old haunts about the
grounds. At the boathouse was Phil
Blair, oars in hand.
“Come,” he said, “let us go for a little
row on this enchanted stream.
She hesitated, but he drew her to the
boat, and for half an hour they drifted
on the placid water, but they did not see
the cool, white lilies looking up at them,
nor the red sunrise clouds overhead; they
saw only each other’s eyes.
A few’ hours later the three friends
stood in their sitting room for the last
time.
"Remember,” said Julia, “one year
from now we are to keep a tryzt here and
tell each other what fate has brought
us.”
” We will remember,” the others an
swered, and they went slowly out.
The year went by. Lester had spent
it teaching at the college; Celia and Har
ry had been six months married; but
something was amiss with Phil and Julia.
Their marriage had been postponed,
though to the world Phil was a model
lover; only the girl missed something
from his manner and his voice, some
thing without which she felt all else to
be void and empty.
It was the anniversary of the com
mencement. Again the June sunshine
whitened the paths through the college
campus, but there was a silence in the
house and a knot of crepe on the door.
A carriage fame swiftly up the drive and
the two women in it were pale and sor
rowful.
“Our tryst day and we are to keep it
with a dead Lester instead of our blithe,
brown bird we loved so well,” sobbed
Celia.
"Professor Pope wrote me that she
worked all winter as in a fever. He
thought she was unhappy, but she would
never tell him the cause. At Christmas
I wanted so much to have her with me,
but she would not come,” Julia said.
Celia turned her face away; she was
dull at mathematics, but she was quick
to read human hearts, and she had long
ago guessed the loan of Julia's lover had
worked mischief for the two persons most
nearly concerned. Lester would not go,
because she feared to put herself in
Phil’s way again; she was too loyal to
farther jeopardize her friend’s happiness:
but Julia had never guessed the harm her
intended kindness had done.
As they stood, a few minutes later, be
side the casket in the hall, weeping for the
smile they would never see again. Pro
fessor Pope entered and placed two un
opened letters in the cold hands on the
pulseless breast.
“She said the had no right to read these
on earth, but she wished them buried
with her that perhaps in Paradise she
might know their contents, and I prom
ised it should be so,” he said, weeping
bitterly.
Julia bent down and looked at the writ
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up she was like some beautiful marble
statue.
“And these roses?” she whispered
hoarsely , pointing to the mass of Jacque
minots that covered the lower part of the
casket.
‘‘They came an hour ago addressed in
the same hand as the letters. The death
notice was in yesterday’s papers, and so
I suppose they were some friend’s fare
well.”
“Yes, they were his farewell,” Julia
said, still in that tense whisper. Then with
Celia’s arm about her, she stooped and
kissed Lester’s cold brow. “I loaned you
my lover against your will, my little
brown bird, and in so doing I broke
three now I know, I know.”
And so they kept their tryst, these old
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