The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-10-31

1.-THE sweet. strong smile, is but gazing
absently down on her the while she
talks. s~' '5''''c'-' ~ =
Emily likes Miss : Beaton, the
teacher of history, Her skirts trail
softly and her hair is ruddy where IT
is not brown; she forgets, and when
she rises her handkerchief is always
be the one to- jump and pick it up.
Miss Beatons handkerchiefs are fine
and family sweet and softly crumpled
and Emily loves the smile when Miss
,Beaton's absent gaze comes back and
finds her waiting. az -
| But to-day, what is this she is say
ing? Who is the beautiful youth she is
telling about? Adonis? Beloved, did
She's and wounded? Wounded unto
death, but loved and never forgotten,
and from whose blood sprang the
wind-swept petals of anemone-
Miss rBeaton's gaze comes back to
her school, room and she takes up the
book. The story is told.
Emily had not known that her eyes
had f1lled-tears come so unlocked
for these days-until the ring on Miss
Beaton's hand ghstened and the
facets of it's jewel broke into CLEANS.
She caught her, breath, she sat up
suddenly, for she knew-aI at once
tshe kneW--4it was Miss Beaton who
the sign. : !, :. ~ - H..
+ She loved Miss4Beatot with a sud
den rapture, and .Nhenceforth% gazed
upon, her with secret adoration. She
made .excusessto consult books III Miss
I Beaton's rooms, that She might ). be
near-her; she: dreamed, and the sweet
ness and the sadness of it conferred
about Miss Beaton. ,"'
She told Rosalie. why, of course,
I guessed her right. at. first" said Ro-
u 81,
she, too, was secretly adoring Miss
BeatOn.~ 49,. ~..- g.. -. -,
=. Emily had been, trying to ask Mar
garet: something: but each, time the
question stuck in her throat, Now she
gathered courage. , -, -
1t: was. spring, and the high school
populace, turned out at recess to prom
enade the yard. On the third round
about the gravel, in the farthest cor
ner where a lilac bush topping the
fence from next door lent a sort of
screen and privacy, Emily caught Mar
gafet by the arm and held her back.
After that there was no retreat she
had to speak. 81. s.y, ~ i.
"How-how do you do it?,'.,, she
asked. ...~ss 2. >..- -y--z-.
''What?": asked Margaret l.: -
Writer said Emily, holding to
Margaret tight-she had meyer before
thus laid bare the secrets Of her soul.
on, said Margaret, and her lips
parted and her face lighted as she and
Emily gaZed into each others eyes,
| you just feel it and then you write
There was q time when Emily would
have asked, Feel what?" ctr as
used by Margaret was indefinite, but
Emily understood. You just feel it
and then you write 49, "A +.
In her study hour Emily took her
pencil and with Latin grammar as
barrier and blind to an outside world,
bent over her paper. She did mot
speak them, those whispers hunting
| the rhyme; she only felt them, and
they spoke.
She. did not know, she did not dream
that she was finding the use, the pur-
pose for 1t all; these years Of the climb
toward knowledge. Some day it would
dawn on her that we only garner to
give out.
Creare-creatum, she had repeated
in class from-:her Latin grammar, but
she did not understand the meaning
then. In the beginning God made,
land man is; in the image Of God. She
had found the answer to her discon-
tent; for to.create, to give out, is the
law. s,z.-,s@
She wrote on, head bent. cheek
flushed, leaning absorbed above the
papers in her book.
On the way home she whispered