The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1892-11-09

A Second Trial.

pressed onward, looking to the right
and to the left for vacancy. On the
very front row Of the seats 1 founo
one.
Here a little girl moved along to
make room for me, looking into my
face with large gray eyes, whose bright
ness was softened by very long lashes.
Her face was opeu and fresh as saneWly
born rose before sunrise. Again ana
again I found my eyes turning to the
rose like face, end each time the gray
eyes moved, kalfsmiling, to meet mine.
Evidently the child was ready to "make
upn with me. And when, with
bright smile, she returned my dropped
handkerchief, We seemed fairly intro
Sueed. Other persons, now coming
into the seat, crowded me quite close
ue against the little girl, 30 that we
soon felt very well acquainted.
s'There's going to be great crowd"
she said to me.
EYES," replied, ''people always Ike
to see how school boys are made into
men,"
Her face beamed with pleasure and
pride as she said
.sMy brothers. going to graduate; he's
going to speak; I've brought these flow
era to throw to him"
They were not greenhouse favorites;
lust old fashioned domestic flowers,
such as we associate with the dear
grsndmothers; "but," thought, "they
will ssem sweet and beautiful to him
for his little sister's sake"
s'That is my BROTHER" she went on
pointing with her nosegay.
1.-THE one with the light hair"' l
asked.
'Oh, no." she said, smiling and shak-
ing her head in innocent repreof, mot
that homeiy one with red hair, that
handsome one with brown wsvy hair.
His eyes look brown, too, but they are
not-they are dark blue. There! he's
got his hand up to his head now. You
see him, don't you?"
In an eager way she looked from me
to him, as if some important fate de-
pended upon sny Identifying her
brother.
"I see him." I said, ''he's a very
good looking brother"
uYes, he's beautiful" she said with
artless delight, "snd he's good, and he
studies 80 hard. He has taken care OF
me ever since mamma died. Here is
his name on the programme. He Is
not the valedictorian, but he has an
honor for all that"
l saw in the little creatures faniharl-
ty with these technical college terms
that she had closely identified herself
with her brothers. studies, hopes and
success.
ale thought at frst," she continued,
"that he would write on THE Romance
of Monastic Life"
What a strange sound these long
words had whispered from her childish
lips. Aer interest in her brothers work
stamped them on the child's memory,
and to her they were ordinary things.
"But then" she went on, she de-
cided that he would rather write On
Historical Parallels and he's got a
real good grafton, and he says it beau
tifuIly. He has said it to me great
many times. I most know it by heart.
Oh. it begins so pretty and 50 grand!
This is the way it begins" she added,
encouraged by the interest she must
have seen in my face. "'Amid the
permutations and combinations OF the
acters and the forces which make up
the great kaleidoscope Of history we Of
ten find turn Of destiny's hand.'"
"Why, bless the babyw I thought,
looking down into her proud face. I
can't describe how very odd and selfish
it did seem to have those sosorous
words rolling out Of the smiling infan'
tile mouth.
The band, striking up, put an end to
the quotation and to the condolences.
AS the exercises progressed and ap-
r-oached nearer and nearer the effort
on which all her interest was concen-
trated, my little friend became excited
and restless. Her eyes grew larger and
two deep red spots glowed on her
cheeks. She touched up the flowers,
manifestly making the offering ready
for the shrine.
s'Now it's his turn" she said, turn
ing to me face in which pride and
delight and anxiety seemed equally
mingled. But when the overture was
played through and his name was
called, the child seemed in her eager
ness to forget me and all the earth be-
side him. She rose to her feet and
leaned forward for better view Of her
beloved as he mounted to the speakers
stand. I knew by her deep breathing
that her heart was throbbing in her
throat. I knew, too, by the way her
brother came to the front that he was
trembling. The hands hung limp, his
face was pallid and the lips, blue, as
with cold. I felt anxious. The child,
too, seemed to discern that things were
not well with him. Something like fear
showed in her face.
He made IN automatic bow. Then
bewildered, struggling look came into
his face, then helpless look, and then
he stood staring yscantly, like SOM
nambulist, at the waiting audience.
The moments Of painful suspense went
by and still be stood as ifstruck dumb.
I saw how it was; he had been seized
with stage fright.
&Ias! little sister! She turned her
large, dismsyed- -eEes upon nae. "He's