The Globe-republican., 1902-04-17

The sound of gay voices came in
family from the distant campus
He looked at her and smiled
Il wonder if they recall any part
OF 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 so deeply must be re-
membered all the timer
No; 1 think not. You, for instance,
are the dearest part of my life. and
I'm afraid don't remember you al
ways In nay laboratory, for example.
in my work before those eager young
men and women. 1 forget you, Elinor-
My demonstrations are never mixed
with thoughts of this couch with its
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 all the time, just as [ am or you
when my class and I go creeping inch
by inch through the Inferno, shrink
ing and quivering before the sights
that confront us there ones con
seriousness doesn't need to imply
couches 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. 81 think he
made it beautiful" she said
He made it too beautiful. SacFi-
fice-rea1 sacrifice isn't like that. 1t
is harsh and horribly commonplace.
though it is not common don't
think it especially productive of the
of oh he
1t makes character neither sweet nor
great. On the contrary, it makes hard
lines, both mentally and physically.
1t ages and embitters. Look at Miss
Loswen- She has sacrificed L don't
know of any one more unloved or I'M
lovely She always makes me feel an
undercurrent of sarcasm or pessimism
or something equally disagreeable in
the smallest things she says and does.
'tWinfred-"
We'll. dear, 1 thought you wanted
my opinion"
Yves. of course"
We'll, it isn't much longer
wasn't much impressed by the lecture
at ALL
You don't believe in sacrifice?"
Yes, 1 do, but 1 don't believe its
either attractive or beatific, and
don't think it should be presented il
that light to those who know so little
of life. Sacrifice is difficult and for
bidding"
ITO me it is beatif1c.'' she said
He patted her arm tenderly. "Play
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 grew
dark. She had sung all the songs h'
loved best
How good you are. Elinor," he said
Come here"
She went and sat down beside him
where he had made room for her with
out raising his head from the pillows
She smoothed back his hair with he
hand. She kissed him.
''Oh. Winfred.'' she whispered. M
love. how 1 love you
He drew her closer to him and close
his eyes contentedly.
The voices died away on the cam
pus. The moon came up
He slept. She did not stir for fea
of waking him. She sat looking GU
into the quiet night, thinking of tn
lecture they had heard that mornin
and of the divine sublimity of the higl
er sacrifice
They had been spending their vacs
ton together with her mother at he
cottage in the mountains. Her COZ
sin Lucie was with them.
And the time was near when they a
must return to the buster world.
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