Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-10-31
A Second Trial.

It was commencement at G. Col
lege. The people were pouring into
the church as l entered it, rather tar
dy. Finding the choice seats in the
taken, 1 pressed onward, looking to
the right and to the left for vacan
cy. On the very front row of the
seats 1 found one.
Here a little girl moved along to
make room for me, looking into my
face with large gray eyes, whose
brightness was softened by very long
lashes. Her face was open and fresh
as a newly blown rose before sunrise.
Again and again found my eyes turn
ing to the rose-hke face, and each
time the gray eyes moved, half smil
ing, 90 meet mine. Evidently the
child was ready to 'tmake up' with
me. And when, with a bright smile,
she returned my dropped handker
chief, we seemed fairly introduced.
Other persons, now coming into the
seat, crowed me quite closely against
the little girl, so that we soon felt
very well acquainted.
There's going to be great crowd,'
she said to me.
eyes," I replied; people always
like to see how schoolboys are made
into men,"
Her face beamed with pleasure and
pride as she said:
E'My brothers going to graduate;
he's going to speak; I've brought
these flowers to throw to him.
They were not greenhouse favorit-
eS; just old fashioned domestic flow
ers, such as we associate with the
dear grandmothers; ''but,'' 1 thought,
F'they will seem sweet and beautiful
to him for his little sisters sake.''
"That is my BROTHER she went on,
pointing with her nosegay.
@'The one with the light hair?" l
asked.
'EOh no. she said smiling and shak-
ing her head in innocent reproof;
mot that homely one with red hair;
that handsome one with brown wavy
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 your"
In an eager way she looked from
me TO him, as if some important fate
depended upon my identifying her
brother.
81 see him." l said, ''he's a very
good-looking brother.''
eyes, he's beautiful she said with
artless delight, "and he's good, and
he studies SO 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 nonor for all that"
1 saw in the little creatures famili-
arity with these technical college
terms that she had closely identified
herself with her brothers studies.
hopes, and successes.
tHe thought at first,r she continu-
ed, ''that he would write on The Ro-
nance of Monastic Life.'u
What a strange sound these long
words had whispered from her child
ISL lips! Her interest in her brothers.
work had stamped them on the child's
memory, and to her they were ordi-
nary things.
''But them" she went on, she de-
cided that he would rather write on
Historical Parallels, and he's got
real good Grafton, and he says it
beautifully. He has said it to me
great many times. 1 most know it
by heart. Oh. it begins so pretty and
so grand. This is the way it begins,''
she added, encouraged by the inter
est she must have seen in my face:
"Amid the permutations and combi-
nations Of the actors and the forces
which make up the great kaleido-
scope of history, we often find a turn
of Destiny's hand"
ssWhy, bless the babyl" I thought
looking down into her proud face. I
can't describe how very odd and ell
fish it did seem TO have those sono-
rous words rolling out of the smiling
infantile mouth.
The band, striking up, put an end to