St. Paul daily globe., 1892-11-20

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if he be worthy to be wOrShiped."
Deb arose. Gray Nuns" she began,
81 am socialist. | belong to society
Of socialists who call themselves 'Pio-
neers.'" Deb's eyes shome. They
are the very salt of the earth, these
Pioneers; they are scholars, students,
thinkers and workers: ] am but a hum
bic disciple, but do little. The leader
of the Pioneers is Gabriel GreyStOue. lie
is an Oxf0rfman, fellow of his college,
a lecturer on political economy. lie
IS tall; lie has white. pure face, and
beautiful brown eyes full OF sympathy
and compassion. He speaks tluently in
beautiful language: lie cOnVlnceS every
body. | saw him stand on platform III
crowded meeting and speak; SHAFT
of sunlight fell across his face, and he
looked like an angel. He has rare and
wonderful smile which illuminates his
whole "ountenance: when he flashes 1t
at you, you feel somehow glortied. |
have heard him speak in Hyde Park,
and thousands have hushed to hear him,
and | have heard him lecture in the
schools at Oxford, and students have
hung upon his words" And Deb
paused.
"What has he DONE" demanded Lii,
"bcsideS taik?"
He has worked" went on Deb. "He
writes books and tracts aud pamphlets;
he lives a self-denying, unseltiSh lite;
he works among workngmen, he
travels third class, he lives in small
rooms, on the simplest fare, he has beau
tifuI ideals, and one day he will help to
make earth fairer spot"
Pom asked: do the Gray Nuns CON
slider Gabriel Greystone worthy TO be
ranked with the nObleSt OF the earth?'
All the sisters assented, and Dots
blue eyes were dim with tears.
"Oh, Deb" she said, Il wish | knew
HIM"
Sister Deb SAID Pompilia gravely,
"talie the VOW"
And Deb vowed a vow of celbacy for
life. unless Gabriel Greystone should
ask her to marry him.
"Dou you think he will. Deb?' mur-
INJURED Dot, with wide, solemn, blue
eyes.
My dear. he knows hundreds who
are finer, fairer and richer than |. 10
me he is a god. To him | am unit in
multitude; he would hardly remem-
ber or recognize me; but one must rev.
erence the highest when one finds it.
Then Deb sat down.
go on. Edie," she commanded.
Edie rose, and her peach checks
flushed rosy as she began. MIR Nun
nIng was with us il Venice. Our Rus
kin society went to Venice for Easter,
and Nlr. Nunning was our leader. He
isn't tall, not amy taller than Deb, |
should think: he has beautiful, delicate
face, clean shayen, and he has blue
eyes and black hair. His hair is brushed
off from his face like Pom's, but it
stands up like a Corona or
halo. 1t is longer than
other mems hair, and it suits
him. His name is, think, Timothy;
lie is something at Toynhee; he lives
there. | think he has taken holy orders.
He lectures on art and Ruskin, and he
writes. He is the very ideal Of Il chiyal-
rous gentleman. He is polite and at
tentiye to everybody. He is, | think,
the most utterly unseltish man | ever
met. But ! can't do justice to him, he
IS just the best man in the world" And
Edie sat down, rosy and radiant.
lie admired Edie," said Pom. "He
was very attentive to her in Venice"
He was attentive to everybody"
said Edie
Now, Pom, so on" commanded Deb,
when all had agreed that Timothy Nun
ming was worthy and Edie had taken
the VOW.
Pom arose with her pale, pure face
framed iii its dark hair.
~ belong 10 the Oxford Extension
Scheme" she said. II am student
Among the lecturers is a young man"
OF the name of Guppy," put in Lii,
But Lii was frOWned upon, and Pom
proceeded. ~
His name is Ernest Michael Bailey.
He is tall, with broad shoulders and a
head like Greek gods. 1t is noble
head, with misty cloud Of curl5 about
if. like picture by an old master. His
complexion is dark and his eyes beauti-
full. He has full, rich, mellow voice,
like soft music. He lectured to Us on
the Renaissance He is worthy, sisters;
he has a tender. compassionate heart
and a noble soul"
What has he dOne?" Queried Deb.
ale is an extension lecturer" said
Pom.
80 is many an ordinary MORTAL" de-
clared Deb.
Let MIN pass" pleaded Edie. "lle
must be good. His ewes are Kind and
his voice is beautiful"
SO Pom took the oath and vowed a
vow OF SpinsterhOod forever unless she
became Mrs. Ernest Michael Bailey.
Then Lii arose, smiling and dim
pling.
Sisters" she began, my young
man is named Cnarlie-Charlie Elton.
1t is d commonplace name enough, and
Charlie isn't bit like an angel or a
Greek god. | never heard him hush
thousands with his elOquence, nor saw
him fash tranSc2ndent smiles at peO-
pie, which gloritied them. He is only
a landscape painter, and he isn't famous.
Poor Charlie, he had four sweet little
things in the academy live years ago,
but ever since then luck has been dead
against him. Charlie is TOO Door to
marry, and while he is SO | will assume
Charlie is the best fellow in the W0rl d
and | shall break my vows directly he
ASKS me-amd he will some day."
And Lii nodded and dimpled.
"What is he like?' asked Dot, breath
lesSiy.
"Oh, he is 'an everyday young man."
said Lii, ''but guess he will wear just
as well as your Greek gods and angels,
and suit me better. lie has brown hair
cropped close, a Sun-burned face in the
summer time-you see. he puntS ard
paints and lounges. His eyes are blue,
and he has a little muStache; he has
white teeth and strong brown hands.
| don't think [ can tell you any more
about Charlie"
What has he done?" asked Deb.
Nothing" replied Lii; but he is
going to some day"
"What will he do?' asked Pom.
paint pictures and get heaps of
money for them. replied unabashed Lii.
The sisters looked at each other.
HAS he great ideals and beautiful
dreams?' asked Pom.
NO" replied Lii.
docs he care for the social evils
which tester about u5?" demanded Deb.
Not at all, ," answered Lii; lat least
never heard him say So"
"You must prove that he is worthy"
said Edie grayely.
"Worthy? l should think he is. He
is the dearest and best fellow in the
world; he dances divinely, he plays the
banjo like niger, and he is as true as
the North Star"
Deb. Pom and Edie shook their heads,
and Dot asked:
Where is he now?"
"GOne to see his mother in Devon,