The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-06-11

es of the University of Utah. 1t was
written by Miss Lou Lewis, mem
Der of the third-year class, and a
daughter of the late T. B. Lewis. The
excellence of the story itself and the
ability of Miss Lewis displayed in de-
! livering it easily won the honors in
story telling for the third-year class:
You have all heard stories more in
! teresting, no doubt, and stories more
thrilling than mine. But perhaps the
experience I have gone through might
appeal to your own in some way, so
( I'll tell il to you.
1 was in my studio putting on the
last touches Of paint to my latest pic
| ture. My teacher, La Van, remarked:
20 Miss Leville, your painting is beau
! tiful, exquisite If you keep on i'm
/ proving as you have done in the past
| your path viii be a most brilliant
one"
1 was pleased with this, of course, for
my greatest ambition was art. But
! though this took a great deal of my
time and attention, there were people
who also had a place in my heart. For
| whatever we are, or whatever we do,
! It's people we work for in some way or
! other. and all have an influence upon
our own lives. But those nearest my
heart are these:
| My brother Clyde, being my only
brother, and my leaning post he should
come first on the list. O, there would
be others were they living, for mother
and father would then have first place
And Amy, my cousin, comes very near,
for she was a girl, and so near my
own age that our lives ran parallel a
great many years, .Or until that great
crisis of four years ago came to our
lives. However, she, the beautiful,
/ gOlden-haired Amy, lies buried now,
and her husband, Milton Beverley, and
his little boy, Theodore, have lately
spent great many spare hours in my
ture 1 have just finished painting, and
that painting proved to be very sue
cesSful in more ways than one.
La Van told me 1 would need his in
structiOns no more, and after he left
my studio I turned once again to the
picture to see if it was really all that
he said.
There were the eyes, so blue, and
so much like Amy's; there was the
golden hair, but not quite so sunny,
perhaps; and there was the smile that
Amy used to wear.
I then sat down in my big arm chair
as 1 recalled that crisis of four years
ago back to my memory.
1t was the first of January-New
Years day. Amy was curled up on the
rug before the warm crate, playing
with the kitten. Amy was just like a
kitten herself; so gentle and affection
ate. And as she lay there, with her
soft golden hair brushed back from her
sweet face; with a smile on her lips
and a twinkle in her large blue eyes,
thought, What an excellent subject
to paint from" But she never would
pose for me. Sometimes when I would
insist she would pretend to be will
ing, but when she thought 1 was ready
to start she would hold the sofa pill
low before her face, or laugh and run
away. So, finally, 1 gave up trying,
and had to be content in admiring and
playing with my beautiful cousin.
Amy" said I, as I rocked back and
forth in the rocking chair, IF this is
not going to be an unusual year for us
L do not inherit the intuition of my
mother.
Let us guess at this years fortune.
Theo," said Amy, rising rapidly. 'I'Il
guess that you meet some one who will
make you forget all about trying to
become an artist"
mo one could make me forget that
1 SdiU5 50 SuCoS dSdif}-OE let me. L
shall predict that as the snow, which
now nantes the country, melts at the
approach of spring, so shall your heart
melt to some fond idol of your sum-
mer dreams"
Just at this moment Aunt Grace en-
tered the room with the mail that had
just come from the postoffice It was
a letter from my brother Clyde, who
was at this time attending college. In
connection with the letter was what
proved to be a photograph. On draw
ing out the photograph and looking at
it, l exclaimed, ''Oh. who is this, Amy?''
Amy came and looked over my Shout
der and remarked What a noble-look-
ing face. 1t must be the one who is
to make you forget your art. So, Theo,
my prophecy will be fulfilled quite
soon, will it not?"
Then she laughed her merry child
like laugh.
THAT is not it, Amy" 1 said: lit is
the one who is to fulfill my prophecy.
But let us see what the letter has to
say
l opened the letter and read:
Ithaca, New YOrk.-My Dear Sister
Theodore: received the photographs
of you and Amy together. with the
other Christmas tokens. send my
sincerest love and thanks for all, and
shall tell you what I did with the for
mer.
Last evening while walking over the
college grounds with Professor Beyer-
ley, the new professor whom 1 men
toned in my previous letters, I gave
him short sketch of my life, and. of
course, my sister played quite an i'm
pOrtant part in the story. Dear CLYDE.
he thinks so much of mel
Professor Beverley became interest
ed in you, so l handed him your pho
tograph, also that of Amy. He ex-
pressed a great desire to write to yoU.
so, dear TheO, allow me to introduce to
you, Professor Milton Beverley. Your
loving brother, CLYDE"
Following this, in another handwrit-
ing, was:
1T gives me the greatest of pleasure
to meet the sister of my friend. CLYDE
Leville, and if it is not unfavorable to
you, Miss Theodore, desire to obtain
your friendship also. I wish to OBJ
tain 1t through correspondence now,
through association later. Sincerely,
MILTON BEVERLEY"
"A most extraordinary Introduction,
1 remarked to Amy.
Amy looked at it for a moment and
then at me. you know 1 believe in
destiny, Theo," she said. "Perhans
some day he may
20, never" I replied you know 7
do not care much for men. Bows are |
awful. but some are not quite so bad. |
so 1 think J shall write to aim. Amy.
Just for little amusement, you know. |
But as for marrying him at some fu- |
ture day. that would never do. 1t |
would destroy my ambition for art. So |
I'll leave that for you to do, cousin" |
l was then scarce is, and ANY but /
Two months younger We were both
happy then, and when Clyde was at
nome the three of US composed a trio |
OF perfect cOntentment. 0, perhaps it |
would have been a little more pleasant
if there We're four. in order that there |