Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-09-20

Amid the permutatons and combs
nations of the actors and the force which
make up the great kaleidoscope of histo-
ry, we often find that n turn of destny's s
hand-n'
Everybody about us turned and looked.
The breathless silence the sweet, child
I. ish voice the childish face the long
unchild-like words, produced weird ef-
feet.
But the help had come too late the
unhappy brother wds already staggering
in humiliation from the stage. The band
quickly struck up, and waves of lively
music were rolled out 10 cover the defeat
gave the little sistera glance in which
| meant to show the intense sympathy |
felt, but she did not see me. Her eyes
swimming with tears, were on her bro>
theirs face. | put my arm around her.
She was too absorbed to heed the caress,
and before | could appreciate her purpose
she was on her way to the shame -strick
en- young man sitting with face like II
statue.
When he saw her by his side, his set
face relaxed. and quick mist came into
his eyes. The young men got closer to-
gether, to make room for her. She sat
down beside him, laid her flowers on his
knees, and slipped her hand in his. |
could not keep my eyes from her sweet,
pity ing face. | saw her whisper to him,
he bending n little to catch her Words
Later | found out that she was asking
him il he knew his "piece" now, and
that he answered yes.
When the young man next on the list
had spoken, and while the band was play
ing, the child, to the brothers. great sur
prise, made her way up the stage steps,
and passed through the throng of Pro
fessors, and Trustees, and distinguished
visitors up to the College Presi ient
IF you please, sir" she said with a
little courtesy, will you and the Trust
ees let my brother try again ? He knows
his piece now."
For moment the President stared at
her through his gold>bowed spectacles,
and then, approaching the child's peti
and spoke to the young man who had
failed.
So it happened that when the band had
again ceased playing, it was briefly an
nounced that Mr. would now deliver his
oraton-" Historical Parnlleis." !"
"Amid the permutations and combi-
make up the great Kaleidoscope of history
- this the little sister whispered to him
ms he rose to answer the summons.
A ripple Of heightened and expectant
interest passed over the audience, and
then all sat stone still, as though fearing
to bfeathe lest the speaker might again
take fright. No danger! The hero in
the youth was aroused He went at hi
piece with Il set purpose to conquer.
to redeem himself, and tn bring the smile
back into the child's tear-stained face. |
watched the face during the speaking
The wide eyes, the pnrted lips, the whole
rnpt being, said the breathess audience
was forgotten, that her spirit was mov>
ing with his.
And when the address was ended with
the ardent abandon of one who catches
enthus insm in the realization that he is
fighting down II wrong judgment and
conquering n sympathy, the effect is re-
ally thrilling. That digniied audience
broke into rapturous applause; boquets
intended for the valedictorian rained like
TEMPEST. And the child who had help
ed to save the day-tha: one beaming
little face, in its pride ard gladness, is
something to he forever remembered.