The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1892-08-28
entirely painleas-altered q few wtappines,
and ne0m0d to be going,

4 ANNfaE" E=rE E&tANN A4HtE ~
entirely pai~nlsas-altered a fcw wtappinRs.
and asemed TO be going.
How much am 1 hurt airP'
Now, this great man was accusscxhtd 70
~pronouncs sentenced. nat his pfofeas,anAl
calm fcrsook him, ~ no looked down thto
chose youne. brave eys.. i
"Is IL 90 bad as that, sirg" with = sudden
white despair passing across his face a. a
cloud passes. "How soon?"
"As aoon asthe circulation stasts up
Thu eyes asked the next question.
", not a once; my boy! u may 20 in
"Mr. Lamont reaching forth 70 the pro-
feasor OF Latin. won't y0u wfita to my
father. the Rsv. John Mcclure, Coffeyvills.
Kan. Tell him the insurance ia all right:
I'm insured, sir, for father, for \ thousand
morning. ON dollar and ssventy-tve
cents. Doctor Soule paid me in advance
for cutting VI HE wood 30 l could send i.
ST., and tho letter went on the IL o'clock
mail. Tell Clarkson he can have that ten
mia racket for that money--he's offered me
The e's no other debt. wish Jones could
have my job Of sweeping the halls.
know he needs it."
And, Mr.. Lamont, don't have them send
me home. Father will want it done. but
no can't afford it. His salary ID dreadfully
SmaIi. Anu uont les tneM run VI oik
bill for--for things, you know. FAthe'
thinks Pm going to succeed and get him
out Of the woods, and it's the least ! can do
to not swamp him with expense about
about this."' w.
1t was eight O'Clock In the morning in tho
spacious chapel of the academy. The bell
was flinging ont its last peals and all tho
faculty were on their platform. gt,
The professor OF Creek AMI the professoe
of Latin looked haggard.
But the professor of Greek rose and led
the morning service and the school choir
sang the usual morning hymn. Az its final
strains ceased the professor rose again be-
behind the desk. He had something to
say, and every student supposed he knew
what was coming. Non did, howsvs
with the exception OF the professor OF
Latin.
boys" said he. and they fairly started.
Never before had there fallen such a tone
cynical professor of Greek. Yesterday l
said to my friend here by me that / could
echo Burke, that the days Of chivalry are
dead.
II like you. In some r~esrects YOU are
finer fellows than the boys of '6l. You a 0
humane.
But. IN the other hand, You seem less
Spartan. You tax y city good care of
yourselves, and you take your surroundings
pretty well into consideration. In short,
"a a class. you're accustomed to be waited
upon. And so Yesterday ] passed a cruel
Judgment upon you.
And in two hours from the time the
words we're out of my mouth God let me
see a hero out of your number die! How
weak and worldly l was! l stand rebuked
before you. The fashion of this world
passeth away. but mankind is the same
from age to age. For no Spartan in the
'enowned past, lying out all night with his
sash tied fast to the next mans, SO there
could be no skulking, and waiting till
. "Ihe morning sun 49, &
Should rise and give him light to die"
and no knight in the days Of old-those
days which 30 fascinate you. my ~boys-ever
did,"
He stopped short, in amazed silence of
the school. Then there was a hesitating
clap or two. and then a quick, shrill bark
Of applause, which grew and grew until the
roof rang.
cheers. and McClups's own had added a
three times three. the boys became aware
that a white-hsaded minister Of the plac.
was upon his feet and endsavoring to be
heard.
my young friendsr' cried he, in a pa
thetlcally WON voice, .'Pd like to make y
suggestion. ] came in here like a good
A0UAy vi SAc Ao"A0POOkAo w bC0A - SASANo
requiem, which it has been rumored the
school choir is going to render now in
memory of their departed comrade.
but it doesn't appear to mt young Mo.
Clune needs any requiem. 1t is permitted
to few to be the inspi' alton he is at this
moment. 7, too. thought we had fallen
upon days of flesh and Drawn. and not
much besides; and here is this lad going
just as modestly and quietly as tho lads
| used to.
II wish to make the suggestion that in
stead of the requiem, We sing the hymn on
the eiphty-fourth page. common meter,
There is a land OF pure delight
Where saints immortal reign"
The choir was we'll bred, and laid by the
sheet music in favor of the old-fashioned
tune, the school looking slightly quizzical
at first. But one by one the hymnbooks
strewed upon the benches wore opened. and
the volume of voice augmented, until from
tho srortinR set who neglected music to
the hard workers who had no time for Gull
t~ivation Of their voices, every fellow Of
them was joining, and sending their blood
tinRling from heart to finger tips Of tho old
miniater; but as they reached the last line
the subtle sadness underlying the majestic
words touched their quick feeling to re-
membrance of McClune. and the melody
sank to caressing depths as the three hun
dred ang with the matchless charm of
y Dung emotion,
But Jordan rolls between