Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1896-06-25

the Bible. if You listen just "a yor
can hear it vixen the wind blow,
through the grass, or The sea comes
up the beach. But you hare 10 lis
ten listen for your self You
mustn't trnst anybody's cara bul
yonr own
Glider sat for some msments
playing with . pencil and lacking
ut the girl. He was lost in deer
thought. At last he said, slowly,
half smiling: Il want to ask you
one more question. | will promise
to ask no more tonight. You
have read widely, and formed yanl
own opinions. College women and
nniseFstss women parrot out thu
opinions and criticisms Of their
professors as II they we're their own.
OF all the women you have read
about, what one would you rather
have been p
She was silent; her eyes grew
larger and darker. Her s.ce was
eloquent with rapid and varied
thought. Her deep, noiseless
breathing spoke of repressed pass
on-passion, rather-springing to
IN old and familiar struggle. When
The spoke her voice was calm but
ne saw that her throat was throb-
,ing.
'Sappho' her color came and
vent CLEOPATRA the throbbing in
her throat quickened she hesitated;
! beautiful shining came upon her
ace she uttered softly, Ruth
Most Of all, Mary, the mother of
Thirst. After her there was q
Ight on her face now that made
iilder look at her az one looks at
he far, high lights of dawn-rapt,
feeling God behind them
after her, the Mary Magdaien.'
The Mary Msgdalen, + he
,reathed.
'Yes; oh, yes. She is to ell wo-
men what Christ is to all the world.
She is the greatest woman the
Vorld has had
For q little while Mr.. Ethelbert
iilder sat speechless before this
ountry girl whom he had offered
o teach, and who served her
Mothers boarders as cody and an
az she would have given
cup of tea to visitor this girl
rent nightly to caress q dozen tired
'ulls in their stalls, and to examine
heir sides, lest they might have
'een prodded too deeply during
ONE hard, uphill pull.
Nov you must co. she said,
milling. it's ten o'clock, He
rent out into the sweet June night.
The moon was moving in slow ma
esty through the trees. The little
Tearing was beautiful in the soft
ight. Somehow the place did not
Gem so uncomfortable to Glider % he
at on his front steps, smoking. far
nto the night. and thinking Of the
,irl whose light shone out through
he vines that climbed over her
window.
The following day was Sunday.
Every one else had breakfasted
vhen Glider reached the dining
DOM. He was conscious Of Q feel
ne of disappointment when his
breakfast was brought in by Mrs.
,umas Brown, instead Of Sidonie.
In q few minutes the girl came
n. Her face was glowing her
fright hair was damp with dew and
og.
Il expected to find oceans Of
lowers in the forest this morning.
he said. But i came upon this
me beautiful orchid, and then I
lesired no others. Besides il all
,ther flowers seem pale and not
worth carrying home
She held towards him q most
specimen of the Calypso
,orealis, and orchid found in deep,
lamp places in the Washington
'orests. IL was of . rich, rosy pur-
pie. Its fragrance was at once rs-
and elusive.
Glider examined ii with delight.
Il found it three miles from
here,' went on Sidonie, gleefully az
, child. st grows in q dim glen,
shut in by dark, old trees, with o
green moss all over their
trunks and over the earth and
long, silver moss hangs from all
the branches. There 10 not o sound
in there even the birds come and
look at you and do not sing. Don't
you want to 60 With me some Sun