Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-15
A Second Trial.

forward, looking to the right and to the
left fer a vacancy. On the very front row
of seats 1 found one.
Here a little girl moved along to make
room for me, looking irto 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 I
found my eyes turning to the rose-like
face, and each time the gray eyes moved,
halt-smiling, to meet mlne. Evidently
the child was ready to "make up" with
me. And when, with bright smile, she
returned my dropped handkerchief, and I
SAID thank your we seemed fairly in
troduced. Other persons, now coming
into the seat, crowded me quite close up
against the little girl, SO that we soon
felt very veil acquainted t
There's going to be a great crowd"
she said to me-
Yes replied; ''people always like
to see how school boys are made into
men,
Her face beamed with pleasure and
pride as she said:
My brothers. going to graduate; he's
gong to speak; I've brought these flowers
to throw to him."
They were not greenhouse favorites
Just old fashioned domestic flowers, such
as we associate with the dear grandmoth-
ers; ''but," l thought, "they will seem
sweet and beautiful to him for little Sis
ter's sake"
"That is my brother, she went on point
ing with her nosegay,
The one with the light hair" asked.
"Oh, no." she said, smiling and shak-
ing her head in innocent reproof; s;not
that ho,nely one, with the red hair; that
handsome one with brown wayy hair.
His eyes look brown, too;. but they are
not-they are dark-blue. There! he's
got his hands up to his head now You
see him, don't you2"
In an eager way she looked from me 10
him, and from him to me, as if some i'm
portant fate depended upon my identify
ing her brother.
II see him." I said. 'He's very good
looking brother"
Eyes, he is beautiful she said, with
artless delight; ''and he's SO good, and he
studies 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 he has an honor for all
that"
I saw in the little creatures familiarity
with these technical college terms that
she had closely identified herself with her
brothers studies, hopes and successes.
He thought, at first" she continued,
THAT he would write on the Romance
Of Monastic Life" 3D..
What strange sound these long words
had, whispered from her childish lips!
Her interest in her brothers work had
stamped them on the chlld's memory,
and to her they were ordinary things
"But then," she went on, she decided
that he would rather write on Historical
Parallels and he's got real good ora
ton, and he says it BEAUTIFULLY. He has
said it to me great many times. 1
most know it by heart. Oh! it begins
= so pretty and so 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-
lions OF the actors and the forces which
make up the great kaleidoscope of history,
we often find that a turn of Destiny's
hand-'"
:Why, bless the baby!' l thought,
looking down into her bright, proud
face. I can't describe how very odd and
selfish it did seem to have those sonorous
words rolling out of the smiling infantile
mouth.s
The band, striking up, put an end to
the quotation and to the condolences.
AS the exercise progressed, and APP
preached nearer and nearer the effort on
which all her interests was concentrated,
my little friend became excited and rest
less. Her eyes grew larger and brighter.
two deep-red spots glowed on her cheeks.
She touched up the flowers, manifestiy
making the offering ready for the shrine.
Nov, it's his turn" She said, turning
to me a face in which pride and delight
and anxiety seemed about equally
mingled. But when the overture was
played through, and his name was call
ed, the child seemed IN her eagerness, ia
forget me and all the earth beside him.
She rose to her feet and leaned forward
: for a better view of her beloved, as he
mounted to the speakers stand. / knew
by her deep breathing that her heart was
throbbing in her throat. 1 knew, too.
by the way her brother came up the steps
and to the 'front.' that he ives trembling.
The hands hung limp; his face was pal
lid, and the lips blue as with cold. I felt
anxious. The child. too, seemed to dis
Germ that things were not well with him
Z Something ike fear showed in her face.
He made an automatic bow. Then a
bewildered, struggling look came into his
face, then a helpless look, and then he
stood staring Eacantly, like somnambu-
list, at the waiting audience The mo-
ments of painful suspense went by, and
still he stood as it struck dumb. 1 saw
how it was; he had been seized with
stage fright
Alas little sister! She turned her large
dismayed eyes upon me. aHe's forgotten
it. she said. Then swift change came
into her face; a strong, determined look
:, and on the funeral-l1ke silence of the
room, broke the sweet, brave, child-voice
Amid the permutations and the
forces which make up the great kaleido.
scope of history, we often find that a turn
: of Destinys hand >
Everybody about US turned and looked
The breathless silence; the childish face
the long, unchildlike words, produced a
weird effect
But the help had come too late; the I'M.
happy brother was already staggering in
humiliation from the stage. The band
quickly struck up, and waves of lively