The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1879-07-17
A SECOND TRIAL.

ed forward, looking TO the right and TO the
left for o vacancy. On the very front
| row of seats found one.
Here little girl moved along to make
room for me, looking into my face with
large gray eyes, whose brightness was
| softened by very long lashes. Her face
was open and fresh as o newly blown
rose before sunrise. Again and again I
found my eyes turning to tho rose. like
face, and each time the gray eyes moved
half smiling, to meet mine. Evidently
the child was ready to "make upn with
me. And when, with o bright smile, she
returned my dropped handkerchief, and
l said THANK you p we seemed fairly
introduced. Other persons, now coming
into the seat, crowded me quite close up
against the little girl, so that we soon
felt very we'll acquainted.
There's going to be great crowd,n
she said to me.
Eyes" replied; "people always like
men,"
Her face beamed with pleasure and
pride as she said:
my brothers. going to graduate; he's
going TO speak I've brought these flow
STTs 70 throw 10 nIm."
They were not greenhouse favoritea !;
just old-fashioned domestic flowers, such
as we associate with the dear grand
mothers; "but," thought, "they will
seem sweet and beautiful to him for his
little sisters sake"
.'That is my brother" ahe went on
pointing with her nosegay. et
''The one with the light hair" 1
asked.
"Oh, no." she said, smiling and shaking
her head in innocent reproof; snot that
homely ono, with red hair; that hand
some one with brown wavy hair. his
eyes look brown, COO; but they are not
they are dark-blue. There hos got biz
hand up to his head now. You see hi.c,
Gon't you"
In an eager way sEe looked from mo
to him, and from him to me, as if some
important fate depended upon my identi-
flying her brother.
II see him." said. "He's a very
good-looking brother
'Yes, he Is beautiful" she said, with
artless delight; "and he's 80 good, and
studies so hard. He has taken care of
of me ever since mamma died. Here is
his name Oh the programme. He is not
the valedictorian, but has an honor for
all that
saw in the little creatures familiari.
ty with these technical college terms that
she had closely identified herself with
her brothers studies, hopes, and success
e5.
"He thought, at first" she continued.
that he would write on the 'Romance
Of Monastic Life"
What a strange sound these long words
had, whispered from her childish lips.
Her interest in her brothers. work had
stamped them on the child's memory.
and to her they were ordinary things. "
"But, then" she went on, ''he decided
that he would rather write on Historical
Parallels, and he's got real good ora
tion, and he says it beautifully. He has
said it to me great many times.
most know it by heart. Ohl 1t begins
so pretty and 80 grand. This is the way
it begins" she added, encouraged by the
interest she must have seen in my face :
Amid the permutations and combina-
:ioIis Of the actors and the forces which
make up the great Kaleidoscope of histo-
hand"
"Why, bless tho babyl" I thought,
looking down into her bright, proud face.
| cant describe how very odd and selfish
IL d!d seem TO have those sonorous words
rolling out Of the smiling intantile mouth.
The band striking. up put an end to
the quotation and to the condolences.
As the exercises progressed, and ap-
preached nearer and nearer, the effort on
Which all her interest WAS concentrated,
my little friend became excited and rest
less. Her eyes grew larger and brighter,
two deep red cpots glowed on her cheeks.
She touched up tho flowers, manifestly
making the offering ready for the shrine.
"Now, it's his turn" she said, turning
] to me face in whinb nsida. end ae:.S,::::
| and anxiety seemed about equally min
gled. But when the overture was played
| through, and his name was called, the
child seemed in her eagerness, to forget
me and oil the earth beside him. She
rose to her feet and leaned forward for q
better view of her beloved, as he noun
ted the speakers stand. knew by her
deep breathing that her heart was throb-
bing, in her throat. / knew, too, by the
way her brother came up the steps and
to the front, that he WIS trembling. 1-i.e
hands hung limp; his face was pallid.
! and the lips niuo rs cold. / felt anxious.
| The child, too, seemed to discern that
things were not we'll with him. Some
thing like fear showed in her face. ia
He made an automatic bow. Then. q
bewildered, struggling look came into
his face, then s helpless look. and then
he stood staring vacantly, like sonl-
nambulist, at the waiting audience. The
moments Of painful srspense went by,
and still he stood as If struck dumb. "a
saw how it was; ne had been seized with
tage-fright.
| Alas little sisterl She turned her
large, dismayed eyes upon. me. aHe's for
gotten it" she said. Then swift change
came into her face; strong, deterFnin.
cd look; and on the funefai-like silence
Of the room broke the sweet, bravo child
| voice:
"Amid the permntations and combi-
nations Of the actors and tho forces Hnicli
mako up the great kal eidoceope OF histo-
~, yo often hnd that a turn-o destiny's
hand-r~
Every b1dy shout us turned and look
I ed. Tt.S breathless silence; the sweet
| childish voice; the childish face the
long, unchild-like words produced 4
4 weird effect,
But the help had como fo9 late; the
unhappy brother was already staegaiire
lin humiliation from she Is. The
baud quickly struck up, AZ
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