The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-04-28

The sound Of gay voices came IN
taintly from the distant campus.
He looked at her and smiled.
II wonder If they recall any part
81 The Higher Sacrifice they heard
this morning. she asked as she re-
turned his smile.
mot now, I think. The lecture was
not for the campus grounds. They
may remember it after awhile. Some
years hence, perhaps"
But doesn't it seem that anything
affecting life 80 deeply must be re-
membered all the timer
mo; think not. You, for instance,
are the dearest part of my life, and
I'm afraid don't remember you al
ways. In my laboratory, for example.
in my work before those eager young
men and women, 1 forget you, El1nor.
Ny demonstrations are never mixed
with thoughts Of THE couch with It's
cool pillows and you"
But you DO not really forget me.
You may not remember me In that
way, perhaps, but you are conscious
Of me AL the time, Just as am OF you.
when my class and / go creeping inch
by inch through the Inferno, shrink
ing and quivering before the sights
that confront US there Ones con-
sciousness doesn't need to imply
eouchss nor pillows nor any objective
things at all, need it,"
He laughed happily. The voices on
the campus grew gayer.
There" he said. They're filled
with the consciousness OF The Higher
sacrifice.'
She smiled a little. II think he
made 1t beautiful" she said.
HE made It too beautiful. Sacri'
fics-realo sacrifice isn't like that. II
Is harsh and horribly commonplace,
though it is not common l don't
think it especially productive OF the
qualities of character he described
It makes character neither sweet noI
great. On the contrary. it makes hard
lines both mentally and physically
1t ages and embitters- Look at Miss
Loswell. She has sacrificed. don''
know of any one more unloved OF un
lovely. She always makes me feel ar
undercurrent of sarcasm or pessimisn
or something equally disagreeable II
the smallest things she says and does
''Winfred.'
wen, osai, tiiooSAt SoN
my opinion
Yes, of course"
We'll, sit isn't much longer.
wasn't much impressed by the lecture
at all"
You don't believe in sacrifice?"
Eyes, / do, but l don't believe it
either attractive. or beatific, and
| don't think it should be presented IL
that light to those who know so Httl
of life. Sacrifice is difficult and fol
bidding"
ITO me it is beatific,' she said.
He patted her arm tenderly. "Pla
for me, dear" he said. Sing to me.
She rose and went over to the piano
He settled back into the cushions.
She played She sang. 1t grey
dark. She had sung all the songs b
loved best.
How good you are, Elinor,' he saie
Come here"
She went and sat down beside hin
where he had made room for her witt
out raising his head from the pillow
She smoothed back his hair with be
hand She kissed him.
"Oh, Winfred,'' she whispered. IN
love- how l love you
He drew her closer to him and close
his eyes contentedly.
The voices died away on the car
pus. The moon came up.
He slept She did not stir for fe;
of waking him. She sat looking o.
into the quiet night, thinking OF Il
lecture they had heard that morniI
and of the divine sublimity of the hig
er sacrifice.
They had been spending their vac
ton together with her mother at h
cottage in the mountains. Her co
sin Lucfe was with them.
And the time was near when they &
must return to the buster world.
On one of the last days, Winfr'
and Lucie went off to the cliffs toget
err He begged Elinor to go with thel
hut she had some reason for renal
ing. Neither could ever rememb
what reason she gave, but then humi
, affairs do not turn upon reason. Aft
thew had gone. Elinor's mother spo
to her about her lover and her frien
but Elinor only smiled. She kne
that it would come and she had pl
pared to smile.
When they returned later in t
evening Lucie's face was flushed a
there was a light in her eyes til
Elinor knew 1t was the light her oN
had hold when Winfred kissed her
| the first time.
She went up to them and took l
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