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

if he be worthy to be worshiped."
Deb arose. "Gray Nuns" she began
II am socialist. | belong to a society
Of socialists who cali themselves Pho
neers.'" Deb's eyes shone. "They
are the very salt of the earth, these
Pioneers; they are scholars, students,
thinkers and workers: am but hum
bic disciple, but l do little. The leader
of the Pioneers is Gabriel Greystone. He
is an Oxfordman, fellow of his college
a lecturer on political economy. He
is tall; he has white. pure face, and
beautiful brown eyes full OF sympathy
and compassion. He speaks fiuently III
beautiful language: lie convlnccS every
body. | saw him stand on platform III
a crowded meeting and speak: shaTt
of sunlight fell across his face. and he
looked like an angel. He has rare and
wonderful smile which illuminates his
whole countenance; when he flashes 1t
at you, you feel somehow gloritied.
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,o demanded Iii,
'besides talk?'
He has worked" went on Deb. 'He
writes books and tracts and pamphlets;
he lives self-denying, unselfish life;
he works among workingmen, be
travels hird-class, he lives in small
rooms, on the simplest fare, he has beau
tiful ideals, and one day he will help to
make earth fairer spot"
Pom asked: DO the Gray Nuns con-
slider Gabriel Greystone worthy te@be
ranked with the nobleSt of the earth?'
All the sisters aSsented, and DOTS
blue eyes were dim with tears.
"Oh, Deb" she said, II wish knew
HIM" i"5n
Sister Deb" SAID Pompilia gravely,
"take the VOW"
And Deb vowed vow of celibacy for
life, unless Gabriel GreystOne should
ask her to marry him.
"Dou you think he will. Deb?" muir
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 a unit in
a 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
nng was with US il Venice. Our Rus
kin society went to Venice for Easter,
and Mr.. Nunning was our leader. He
isn't tall, not any taller than Deb,
should think; he has a beautiful, delicate
face, clean Shaven, and he has blue
eyes and black hair. His harris brushed
off from his face like Pom's. but it
stands up like a corona or
halo. 1t is longer thar
other mems hair, and it suits
him. His name is, l think, Timothy;
lie is something at Toyniiee; he lives
there. | think he has taken holy orders.
lie lectures on art and Ruskin, and he
writes. He is the very ideal Of Il chiyal-
rouS gentleman. He is polite and at
tentive to everybody. He is, l think,
The most utterly unseltish man | ever
met. But l can't do justice to him, he
is just the best man in the WOrld.'' And
Edie sat down, rosy and radiant.
"He admired Edie," said Pom. Gle
was very attentive to her in Venice"
He was attentive to everybody"
said Edie.
Now, Pom, so on" commanded Deb.
VI lCti al llftN ecu liI'sI
ming was worthy and Edie had taken
the VOW.
Pom arose with her pale, pure face
framed in its dark hair.
~ belong 10 the Oxford Extension
Scheme" she said. Il am student.
Among the lecturers is young man"
OF the name of Guppy," put in, Lii .
But Lii was frowned upon, and Pom
proceeded III =, ~
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 curls about
it. like picture by an old master His
complexion is dark and his eyes Deauti-
full. He has full, rich, mellow voice,
like soft music. He lectured to US OH
the Renaissance He is worthy, sisters;
he has tender. compassionate heart
and a noble Soul.'
What has he done?" queried Deb
ale is an extension lecturer" said
Pom.
$50 is many an ordinary MORTAL" de-
cared Deb. .s.
Let MIN pass" pleaded Edie. "He
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 Charlie-Charlie Elton.
1t is 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 flash tranScandent smiles at peo-
pie, which glorifed them. He is only
a landscape painter, and heisn'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
the garb Of a Gray nun.if you like. But
Charlie is the best fellow in the Worl d
and | shall break my VOWS directly he
asks me-and he will some day."
And Lii nodded and dimpled.
What is he like?" asked Dot, breath
lessly.
"Oh, he is IAN 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.
l 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 wilLhe do?" asked Pom.
"Paint pictures and get heaps of
for them. replied unabashed Lii.
The sisters looked at each other.
HAS he great ideals and beautiful
dreams?" asked Pom.
mo-" replied Lii.
'DoeS he care for the social evils
which tester about uo?" demanded Deb.
Not at ALL" answered Lii; "at least
l never heard him say So"
"You must prove that he is worthy"
said Edie grayely.
"Worthy? should think he is He
is the dearest and best fellow in the
world; he dances divinely, he plays the
banjo like niger, and lie 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,