The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-06-23

shall not get before me if I die trying, !"
he said.
Sallie's room was not so bad, after
all: 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 ner pet
bird Glory hung up, the place was quite
delightful. Sallie could not live in q
dingy, dull hole; sunshine was neces-
sary to her existence. Her first week in
the mill left her pale and weary, but a
stout heart and a strong will kept her
up.
At night she was busy, her music and
studies occupied every moment. Mrs.
Mora tried to interest her in the sports
and games of her fellow-boarders, but
Sallle politely declined.
A roommate was impossible, as she
desired to spend her spare moments in
preparation for her future work. About
this time she wrote to Tom cit is q
hard grind, dear old boy; and sometimes
when my head whirls about with the
noise, or the associations vex me, I feel
Like running away to China or Japan |!
but don't; | only go home when I 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 En-
glish; 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 father will not let him go to college,
and he walks down here after work is
done on Saturday, and returns Sunday
night. He is a great friend of John
Morals, and I have to be leased about
him, but I don't mind that. Jake seems
like one of you, and every week he asks
me about my lessons.
"Jake gets books from the library
here, and leaves them for me to read
first; then we 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 quiet
" and easily walked the path OF knowl-
EDGE
Sometimes his father allows him to
drive down, and then you may be sure
we have a good breath of country air.
He said one day, in his slow, deliberate
fashion: If my coming annoys you,
Sallie, just say so but it seems to me
that you might not feel so far away if
you saw home face once a week. ,
Sometimes ne would bring few flowers
or some chickweed for Glory, and some
times piece of new cheese in dainty
box, and generally note or message
from mother or Dixie. When he drives
down Dixie comes with him and I can
work harder all the week after seeing
ais rosy face"
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
a man of himself for her sake; she
could not see the power she exercised
over Dixie, who was inclined to be lit
tie wayward shen never guessed that her
devotion to self culture and study had
stimulated some of her associates to go
and do likewise. She only felt the pres
sure of the daily toll, and longed for the
day of her emancipation only worked
increasingly.
Little by little the sound of the factory
bell grew hateful to her, and its red brick
walls wearied her eyes, but over and
over to herself she said, "There is no
such word as fall" 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 outbnrst of praise
for his achievement drew from him an
avowal of his love.
"Why, Jacob, said she, regretfully,
"I never thought of you in that way.
I should as soon fancy Tom marrying
me.
"You think am clumsy and SLOW"
he said, cor perhaps stupid and igno-
rant, because l 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 I know nothing OF, and, until
have finished my course as student,
must put pleasure out of my head.
Don't sulk, Jacob; am not heartless,
only ignorant. Come, saddle Tam O'Shan-
ter, and let us have one of your mad
rides to Sparkling Spring; it will be
something to remember when I am grind
ing at the mill again"
Jacob obeyed her. Her wishes had
been his law for years and he was manly
enough to be roudd of it.
al 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 him
self 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 visits Glenmere with
Dixie, but no longer spends his time with
Sallie. At last change came. Jacob
Storm, ST., was gathered to his fathers,
and his son was free.
Dixie wrote to his sister in boyish
fashion: "Ol6 Storm has gone. and
Jake nouns for MIN 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. 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
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 can't pin myself down
to hard study after working all day. 4"
| Sallie's last year of college-lite was
drawing to close, and the students
were arranging fer separation, when
an invitation was sent them to attend a
lecture by an eminent gentleman who
had been recently appointed to profess
sorship IN Western university.
"Goino. Miss Rivers ." asked a