The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-11-05
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Mrs. Mora had done her best to please
her old friend Mrs. Rivers. When
Sallie's books were unpacked, and her
piano was in one corner, and her pet
bird Glory hung up, the place was quite
delightful.
A roommate was impossible, as she
desired to spend all her spare moments
in preparation for her future work.
About this time she wrote to Tom cit
is hard grind, dear old boy; and some-
times, when my head whirls about with
the noise, or the associations vex me, L
feel like running away to China or Japan;
but I don't, I only go home when | am
free, and take good dose of Chopin or
Beethoven; they tone me up. By care
full management, shall be able to save
some money. There is little French
girl here, who IS anxious to study Eng
Ish; every week give her lesson for
lesson; / speak and read French with her;
then, two of Mrs. Mora's children take
lessons on the piano, and my board bill
is light. Who do you think comes here
every Sunday? Why, Jacob Storm. His
he walks down here after work is done
Saturday, and returns Sunday night. He
is great friend of John Moras, and l
have to be teased about him, but don't
mind that Jake seems like one OF you and
every week he questions me about my
lessons.
Sometimes he brings few flowers,
or some chickweed for Glory, sometimes
a piece of new cheese in dainty box,
and generally a note or message from
mother or Dixie. When he drives down,
Dixie comes with him; and can work
harder all the week after seeiug his rosy
face.
"Jake gets books from the library
here. and leaves them for me to read
first; thenywe talk them over afterward,
and Dixie is getting quite interested.
Brave little Sallie! The days and
weeks flew by, and found her at her post.
She only saw the hard daily toll, only
felt the bonds which kept her close until
she could join the girls who quietly and
easily walked the paths of knowledge.
She did not know that her example gave
Joe new courage, and kept Tom from
many college lark" she never dreamed
that Jacob Storm was making man OF
himself for her sake: she could not see
the power she exercised over Dixie, who
was inclined to be a little wayward;
she never guessed that her devotion to
self-culture and study had stimulated
some of her associates to go and do like
wise Her brief vacations were seasons
of Joy. Jacob Storm wished they might
last forever. He, too, was hard at work;
and one day, when he and Sallie had
discussed the merits of various authors,
and compared notes concerning their
studies, Sallie's outburst of praise for
his achievements drew from him an
ayowal of his love.
"Why, Jacob" said she regretfu1ly,
"I never thought of you in that way. I
should as soon fancy Tom marrying
me-"
''You think I am clumsy and SLOW"
he said, cor perhaps stupid and ignor
ant, because remain here when others
go away; they have educated themselves,
with fate and fortune to aid them. I
have done it thus far against fate, and
without fortune. shall some day make
the world hear of me; how, when, or
where, I do not know, but it will come"
81 believe you, Jacob" said Sallie,
"and I am proud of you; but love is
something know nothing of, and until
I have finished my course as a student, I
must put pleasure of all kinds out of my
head. Don't sulk, Jacob; am not
heartless, only ignorant. Come, saddle
Tam O'Sbanter, and let us have one of
our mad rides to Sparkling Spring; it
will be something to remember when
am grinding at the mill again"
Jacob oboyed her. Her wishes had
been his law for years, and he was manly
enough to be proud of it.
At last the goal was won. Sallie was
in college, devoting herself to her cher
ished books, and Jacob still worked as
he had done before, now blaming himself
for his folly in regarding his fathers
wishes, now working at his books with
the desperate energy of one who has
staked all on success.
Every Sunday he visited Glenmere
with Dixie, but no longer spent his time
with Sallie. AT last change came;
Jacob Storm, Sr., was gathered to his
fathers, and his son was free.
Dixie wrote to his sister in boyish fash
ion /: sold Storm has gone, and jake
mourns for him as if he had been loving
and tender, instead of stiff old miser.
Jake will leave here soon; he does not
say where he is going.
81 shall miss him terribly. We have
read and studied together all winter.
Jake knows heap. He surprises me all
the time: He is having your picture
painted for me, from the one you sent
home. wish I could go with him; but,
as you say, it would never do to leave
father and mother alone. am reading
the books you ordered, but I can't pin
myself down to hard study after working
all day"
Sallie's last year of college life was
drawing near its close, and the students
were arranging for their separation, when
an invitation was sent them to attend q
lecture by an eminent gentleman who
had been recently appointed to profess
sorship in Western university.
Going, Miss Rivers?" asked senior,
as she peeped in at the half open door of
Sal.ie's room.
mo, I think not. shall employ the
time in writing home"
''Do go. They tell me Professor
Storm is quite remarkable, and Darwin
ism has its attractions for all of us"
Professor Storm was closeted with
the Prex to-day" said another senior,
and understand the light of his coun-
tenance will illuminate the college to-
.'I think I will go" said Sallie, sud-
denly, sit will not do to miss such a
treat"
In her rebellious little heart she was
saying, II will go for the sake of the old
name and my childhood's friend, but
poor old Jake will never know anything
of it.
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