Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-04-23
MILL HEM Pa THURSDAY, APRIL %. 1885, NO. 16

'ufliclently 20 sing. turning over Cne
fancy operas she was wont to practice at
this hour, she sought the old Irish mel
odIes that she used to sing to 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 childlike
voice. 1t seems consolation to pour
forth the sadness of her soul into those
sweet old ref aims that she had first
heard as they fell in music from the lips
of her mother, whose voice had long
been hushed on earth. The last notes
of kathleen Mayourneen" had just
been borne away by the summer breez-
es when Matte, her favorite, gently o.
pened the door and asked permission to
enter.
1t was not long before Elisefs tears
had broken through the carriers OF self
control and were falling fast from eyes
that, it seemed nature had fashioned for
smiles.
81 know it IS silly TO cry about it.,
Matte but, OH, IL is such q bitter
disappointment No diploma, no
medal, no honor on commencement
day after so many sessions of faithful
labor. And have looked forward t0
my commencement day as the hap
piest, fairest day of my life. l would
not mind for only my own sake, but to
think how disappointed poor papa will
be-"
In vain Matte tried to console her
friend, telling her that it was only the
disappointment of day, and "would
never count i'm the news of BATTLE" as
she bad merely failed to attain the out
ward flourishes of her recompense, that
she had gained knowledge, taste and
adornments which were recognized by
all the inmates Of the Alma Mater and
would be appreciated by society in days
to come.
But all the logic failed to bring back
the smiles to Elise's face, for she could
not help but deem it cruel fate that
her first great disappointment should
cast it's shadow over the day she had
marked ont to be the brightest of her
life.
But after all VIXEN that .much-talked.
of day came elise was not so sad as she
feared she would lie. How could she
be sorrowful in such scene ?? Sur
rounded by such convoy of merry,
white-robed creatures, with SUCH a
food OF golden sunlight pouring down
upon them balmy, perfume laden
breezes fresh from the gardens of June
tanning their brows and strains of JOY
full music charming their senses, hearts
that had grown old in disappointments
soon cast aside their sadness.
That night after the exercises were
over and the audience dispersed, Elise's
father led her out on the moOn.lit bal
cony to tell her bow we'll pleased he
was with her sessions accomplish
ments he told her how happy it
made him to hear her voice aud to see
how skillrully she executed the most
difficult instrumental pieces.
"But, dear papa, have no diploma,
no medal for you," she said, deeply
signing.
THAT does not in the least displease
me, my little girl. AS to medals, they
only represent relative xcellence, and
il you are not exactly satisfied with
your literary attainments, and have
your heart set on taking a diploma, you
need not be disappointed, for to-day
Professor Ingram spoke to me of your
failure in Latin examination, and told
me the cause of it. He said, as he &C
cepted the invitation extended him, he
would take pleasure in giving a few
private lessons, and you might pursue
YOUR studies in Latin aud be able to
take your diploma yet, with very little
inconvenience to either party.
This revelation struck Elise almost
breathlesS.
"What invitation, papa (" she ask
ed. "Is Professor Ingram going to
visit you at Woodlawn this summer p
"Yes darling, have often invited
him TO visit me at my summer home,
that we might hunt and fish together
and spend again pleasant time in
each others company as in our old col
lege days. ave always been fond OF
Ingram, and will be only the more re-
joiced to haye him with me if his visit
is the means of making my loved one
more happy"
1t made Elise's heart sink, the pros.
pect of the summer before her, when
she had expected to be as joyous and
free as a lark, to be restrained all the
bright, beautiful time by the grave,
dignifed professors presence. How
much more happy she would be to pur'
sue her studies free and alone
But she did not make known hel