Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-03-14

helping each other eli they could. sx-
ecpt Id Latin. Elise would not study
that with any one. because she felt that
ia Il. she could not help them ii return
for the assistance they would give her.
For few days after this little cpl
sode, Elise, although she pretended not
TO mind her failure. worked st The de-
spised study with more zeal
But ere long she became discouraged
again, and many time would have
begged the superintendent permission
to quit tho class. but for one reason =
she knew that unless she attained pro-
ficiency in this branch, size could not
take full diploma that year, and, al
though the study Of Latin was : great
burden to her, she could not gain her
own consent to lay 1t down at the cost
of losing diploma, the contamination
devoutly to be desired Of every school
girls heart
81 am afraid it is useless for me to
try, Z she said to one Of the girls, on her
way to the professors Office the day of
the senior Latin examination, but II
seems too bad. after have been so sue
cessful in all my other classes, to give
up my hopes of q diploma and the
scholarship medal without even making
an effort il this. If / had gotten the
music medal, would not care so much.
but lost time droning over this old
Latin, and could not pay proper atten-
ton to my music. l rarely ever had
such horrid luck in all my life. and poor
papa will be so greatly disappointed
when he comes to commencement! -
Here Elise's voice faltered, ana tear
stole into her great blue eyes.
81 am so glad you are going TO try,
dear, said the girl to whom she had
been speaking, s'and hope, sincerely,
you will meet with more success than
you expect" And she truly did; ali the
girls loved the beautiful, kind Franco
Irish girl. for she was always merry and
always kind. She worked hard all that
day and remained in the Office writing
long after ali the other girls had gone.
The professor waited patiently for her,
but never glanced to the desk where she
sat. At last she laid down her pen,
folded her papers without reading them
and, with deep sigh, handed them to
the professor. It was seldom Elise,
sighed. but she was very tired now, and
had little hope Of her labor availing any
thing. A little while afterward she
passed By his door, aud glancing in, saw
that he was sitting in the same place in
tently reading her papers.
II underestimate she said to herself.
He is 50 much afraid my papers went a
mark high enough to pass me that he can
not wait longer to look over them"
Perhaps Elise felt that she was unjust
to the professor in her surmise, but she
would have felt II more If she had only
glanced up to meet the kind, sympathetic
look in his eyes as she handed him her
papers, not an hour before.
In few days they all met again in his
Office to hear the fat passed on the re-
suit of their labor. When he came to
Elise's name he made slight pause be-
fore he read it, and the mark he had put
on her examination pause TO give her
failure emphasis, Elise interpreted it
She was the only one who had failed
No need of emphasis to make her feel it,
How was she to bear her great disap-
p0intment7
IL Elise's good judgment had not made
her know how deficient she was in a
knowledge of this language, she would
have believed the professors dislike for
her had influenced his decision. but she
well knew it was just. aud her heart
sank deep under her failure She did not
raise her eyes from the fiooy but sat there
H0tiOnlcss, exnressionless. until the
class was dismissed, for the last time,
with congratulations from the professor
Then, without speaking to- any one, she
hastily turned to leave the room. She
made her exit from his presence to-day
less ioyfully than she had ever done, for,
heretofore, however serious may have
been her bearing when she entered his
reeitation-room, her face was always the
most radiant of the class.as soon % she
was dismissed.
She avoided speaking to- any one, and
walking bTislkly to her musieAroOm opened
her portfolio and commenced pgncticing.
Il was the hour for her to. practice her
vocal lesson, but she was too nearly cry
ing to sing. At first her lovely eyes were
SO dim with tears she could scarcely see
the notes, but ere long, with her unusual
pow ers Of self control. she had mastered
her feelings sufficiently tos sing. Turn
ing over che fancy operas she was wont
to practice at this hour she sought the
old Irish melodies that She used to sing
her father summer evenings when the
shadows had gathered on the hills. and
the din of the world was hushed and
gave place to the music Of her sweet,
childiike voice. It seemed . consolation
to pour forth che sadness Of her soul
into those sweet old refrains that she had
FIRST heard as they fell in music from