The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-06-11

l0AAS dIo COAiPiCIClS- g. yOo mo 49,
the confidence with which she expounds her
views. If only all our lawmakers could
hear her, Uncle Sam himself should be here
what to do with the Fflipinos. He would
get a good many data, as you and L could
tell him, &c, One; at Least; OF these ne go sixteen foI
oh. the scores and scores OF retrospectlve
years down which its owner bids us look
back with her: Is this an inciglent M; ~, y.
fledged doctor, a whole college OF doctors
couldn't tell US all this about bacteria and
microbes and baccili, about their produc-
/ don't know. If you do. any one encyclope-
dia that can tell us as much as one sweet
sixteen babies forth of scandinavian lore.
George Ebers might have opened wide his
eyes to hear all this about the Land of the
Pyramids" The hygiene of the kitchen
comes in for Its share OF attention from a
failed in her chemistry examination, and
who couldn't make a biscuit good, bad or
indifferent. You have heard fine illusions
of life" you have been invited seven times
to go Cor a float down the river OF time to
the ocean OF eternity" you nave been car;
the words. alma mater, exactly twenty-one
times, you have looked at your watch nine
times and ! can see that you are getting
too dazed for much more effort, physical or
ing aware Of II, are you. and you are
comments. 3f.tf fC
A man who sits near you-a man who sat
very still while the Flower informed US All
about the etiquette of nations, and who did
not join. who hadn't the hardihood TO join,
in the applause which followed. a man who
was very nervous when the handsomest of
the Flowers feet, this man, you discover,
can scarcely keep his seat. You wonder
why. until YOU follow the glare from his
he does not know of your existence, and
you find that the glare is directed to a very
boyish face. You follow. then. the direction
of the eager look, which is not a glare in
the eyes of the 'boyish face, and you find,
dear me. you find that the Flower is fiirt-
Ing. most Enthusiastically flirting, behind her
fan! All me. all me, how can she have the
heart to? She wouldn't have done it six
months ago when she was begging the own
er of the glare for something. She wouldn't
had just coaxed him into linking it hon
est to write her essay for her. But the
essay Is written now end safely read. he
niched Flower. to have a little fun. You
never saw any other pantomime quite so
absorbing as this, now, did you. | think
you'll manage now without knowing the
time.
But what is It? Are you getting nervous?
something things struck w6s, yEur cheek 9 you say say, and 40
something is a tightly-folded sheet OF note
a scrubbed note. You needn't look so puz-
zled about II. You know, don't you. that
a woman, even a brevet one. cannot throw
strike your cheek and fall at your feet. 1t
was meant for somebody quite half a dozen
rows away, as you presently find when
that note sends an usher to."bes Your par.
don, but did a piece Of paper fall near your
Just the least bit reluctantly you resign TO
that tiny sheet: and for a moment you
wonder where they came from .When you
look. to see you find that a pair of pink
cheeks are pinker than they were; a pair OF
bright eyes brighter as they look into yours
with a little fear. a little apology, a little
mischief and a little of something else, too
you fancy.
Things are getting really interesting. the
air is growing electrical. / have strong
hopes now that you will sit through the en-
tire sixteen essays. And those pink cheeks,
those bright eyes belong TO the very little
girl who a quarter Of an hour ago was CIV
ing so much sage advice about meeting the
you have believed this Of her? You are
learning a good deal to-day, 1t seems And
it seems that you are entering into the
spirit of things at last. You have read more
than one chapter Of more than one story
you have helped on more than one little
affair" you nave passed more than one
note, when you see that the aisle is filling
with boys and very youthful men,. You see
them inch nearer the stage, and that must
mean something. 1t does. The sixteen faces
in the semicircle grow earnest now, there
falls a hush upon the low murmur of the
house as the sixteen white-robed figures
rise to their feet. And in the next few mo-
ments you see more than one white hand
go up to brush away something from a
bright eye.
The blue-ribboned scrolls have been deliv-
cred, the last words of admonition, of en-.
| enlargement, OF godspeed have been spoken
The commencement season OF 1899 is num-
bered with its predecessors. The brevet
young woman has become a woman.
She waits for her story-the birds cannot
sing IL,
Not one, as he sits on the tree;
The bells cannot ring IL, but long years, Q
bring 1t,
Such as we wish II to be.