The San Francisco call., 1897-07-25

could trace on nearly all of them the
name of Miss Rose o. Halloran. She had
followed her Iove-she had succeeded and
lived in her success. "This is my class
ROOM" she said, simply turning Ter back
for a second as she straig ghtened chair.
q" she hesitated a second, and then
turned back and faced me. There is one
part of me that must live on e..rth."
1 do not know what they call it or
whether it is or not, but as she spoke then
felt that could see both beings. Truly
there seemed to be two beings instead OF
one, and both with the calm placid face
and the far-seeing eyes and the smiling
lips. 1t may be that her soul has grown
so used to looking through her eyes into
the heavens that it forgets to betake itself
to its hiding place when the eyes look
down on earth.
Zone ought not to object to teaching"
she said. But it seems like so much lost
time. l want to go on all the time. There
is a feverish desire within me to keep
delving further and further into the
heavens. l don't believe much in mysti-
cism. 1 am very logical; but there is so
much mystery in the heavens that it
won't let me rest. 1 want TO understand
1t, and don't like to stop until l do.
But have to, and sometimes just at
| the time whe / want to search the most.
| It's kind of homesick feeling that comes
! over me, as though l was OFT of my native
element; Just at that time l have 10 teach
and explain things that know myself so
well, and it seems like wasted time. You
see 1 have just been preparing the board
to explain the eclipse-you know there is
an eclipse of the sun this month" She
looked doubtfully for a moment at the
chalk marks on the board. "It seems"
she said and then she stopped and
smiled. But I do nave a great deA! OF
time and enjoy every second" And
again fancied that there were two speak
ing to me.
Have you gained all you intended?" I
asked. "Are your ambitions in a meas
ure fulfilled and your ideals intact?"
She shook her head slowly. 81 know
what you mean" she said thoughtfully,
"But it was diff rent some way with me.
! | didn't start in at all, you know, ana
! therefore | had no conciousness of work
/ ing for an end. There must be begin
ming for an end always. 1t seems to me
hat this is like winding stairs and some
way the bottom and the top stair meet in
infnity and l have nothing TO do with
them. Therefore you see l am only try
! ing 10 climb many stairs as possible.
Ambition? Well, it is just what l am.
Ideals some way don't fit into the vast
ness, or rather they sink out OF sight, for
an ideal is human conception and hu-
m anity cannot conceive all the vastness of
the heavens.
'As for a reward-fame and acknowl-
edgment from our fellow beings We all
want that, of course, but still, if that were
all there was to work for it wouldn't be
worth the trouble. One loses earthly
things almost before they gain them, and
the good will of humanity is tickle"
But what do you expect to gain?"
queried.
Il don't know" she said. 1.-THE top
stair, L guess"
"And you have never cared for any
thing but this ?"
"Well, no. she said. at takes a great
mind to grasp more than one vast sub
iect. Our finite minds cannot understand
well more than one thing. There have
been few men in history who have been
distinguished in more than one branch,
but they have been so few.
Besides, we seldom have a taste for
more than one thing. But 1 will tell
you"-and thought she was going to say
"If you'll not tell'-"I used TO write poetry
Oh, it was years ago. had about sixteen
poems published in the Argonaut and the
Chronicle and other papers"
'And you write now?'
"Oh, no." she said. Il gave it up en-
tirely. L was very fond of writing. but it
took too much OF my time from my other
work. l couldn't afford to do it..
lis it right to sacrifice talent?"