The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-07-03
SAVED BY A CHILD.

It was commencement at O.
College. The people were pouring into
church as l entered it, rather tardy.
Finding the choice seats in the center of
the audience-room already taken,
pressed forward, looking to the right
and to the left for a vacancy. On the
very front row of seats 1 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 a newly blown
rose before sunrise. Again and again
found my eyes turned to the rose-like
face, and each time the gray eyes moved,
half smiling to meet mine. Evidently
the child was ready to make up with
me. And when, with bright smile,
she returned my dropped handkerchief,
and 1 said Thank you + we seemed fair
ly introduced. Other persons, now com
ing into the seat, crowded me quite
close up against the little girl, so that
we soon felt very well acquainted.
There's going to be a great crowd,
she said to me.
Yes I replied; people always like
to see how schoolboys are made into
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
ers to throw to him.
They were not greenhouse favorites !;
just old-fashioned domestic flowers, such
as we associate with the dear grand
mothers 'buF I thought, they will
seem sweet and beautiful to him for
little sisters sake
THAT is my brother, she went on,
pointing with her nosegay.
'The one with the light hair?' I asked.
Oh no, she said, smiling and shaking
her head in innocent reproof mot that
homely one, with red hair that hand
some one with brown wavy hair. His
eyes look brown, too; but they arc
not-they are dark. blue. There he's
got his hand up to his head now. You
see him, don't you?'
In an eager way she looked from me
to him, md from him to me, as if some
important fate depended upon my iden-
tifying her brother.
Il see him, / said. Hes very good
looking brother.
Yes, he is beautiful, she said. with
artless delight; 'and he's so good, and
he studios 80 hard. He has taken care
of me ever since mamma died. Here is
his name on the programme. He is not
the valedictorian, but ne has an honor,
for all that
saw in the little creatures familiarity
with these technical college terms that
she had closely identified herself with
her brothers studies, hopes and sue.
cesses.
He thought, at first, she continued,
that he would write on the Romance
OF Monastic Life
What 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.
1 most know il by heart. Oh il begins
so pretty and SO grand. This is the
way il begins, she added, enc ncouraged by
the interest she must have seen in my
face Amid the permutations and COM
binations Of the actors and the forces
which make mp the great kaleidoscope
Of history, We often find that turn Of
Destiny's hand
why, bless the babyr / thought
looking down into her bright, prcut
face. can't describe how very odd and
selfish il did seem to have those sonor-