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was put at once into school. VI
course l was ignorant, and had much
to unlearn as well as to learn; put hard
work accomplishes wonders, and two
years ago / received my diploma with
kindly words from my teachers that
brought thrill of pride to my breast,
for felt that with that in my hand /
could at last reach the ultimatum of
my longing, and 60 forth into the world
and work for myself, and be indepen-
dent.
One day, when thought we were
entirely alone-Mrs. st. John and my
self--in her cosy boudoir, broached
the subject for the first time.
was little prepared for the effect
of my words. l knew that she loved
me, but how we'll not till then. But
though she pleaded, yet l was firm, for
l had discovered during the last few
months something within myself that
forced me to be 80. B t, oh! it was
hard indeed to resist those tender, ear
nest tones.
"Mary, do you not know that to see
you leave my roof would break nay
heart? You do not speaks there,
then, no way in which / can induce you
to give up this idea that has gained
such hold over your mind?"
"Of course there is," cried rich
voice at the door that brought the
blood in torrent from my heart to
my cheeks, as,tpushing aside the cur
tains, the son of the house entered.
His eyes met mine, and mine fell. A
joyous light sprang into his handsome
face, (that face that 1 had long known
l cared for with more than sisters
affection.)
"Ask her to stay as your daughter,
mother"
AS 1 stood there blushing crimson
though 1 had died for it L could not
lift my eyes, for knew that their ex-
preston would betray me-a soft hand
took mine.
"Can it be possible, Mary, that you
care for my son? had not dared to
hope for this! 1 knew Herbert loved
you, but never dreamed that you had
thought for him that was not merely
sisterly." (Ah, my short-sighted ben
efactressD "Will you indeed stay,
Mary, as my daughter"
"And my wife," another voice added,
while strong young arm EMBODIED
me.
And here 1 staid, and here l still am,
no longer Mary Evans, but dignified
Mrs. Herbert st. John. Herbert often
calls me "Polly," for which 1 do not
chide him, for love to hear my old
name spoken in his tender tones,
though, indeed, perhaps it might be as
well to say that everything to me is
music that comes from his lips.
"The Superlative" at Public Dinners
Ralph Waldo Emerson. in the February Century.
/ once attended dinner given to a
great state functionary by function
aries-men of law, state and trade.
The guest was a great man in his own
country and diplomatist in this. His
health was drunk with some acknOwl-
edgment Of his distinguished services
in both countries, and followed by nine
cold hurrahs. There was the vicious
superlative. Then the great official
spoke and beat his breast, and declared
that he should remember this honor
to the latest moment of his existence
He was answered again by officials
Pity, thought /, they should lie sc
about their keen sensibility to the nine
cold hurrahs and to the commonplace
compliment of dinner. Men of the
world value truth, in proportion tC
their ability, not by its saeredness, but
for it's convenience. Of such, es
pecially of diplomatists, one has a
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