The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-07-17

more illustrations which would show ex-
actly the way felt, but | think one IS
enough 1t is hard to show the inside of
ones heart to the world at any time, but
as student of life have learned that a
spurned heart is harder to show than
any other kind. And mine has been
spurned So has Mabel Blossoms. OF
course Sister Irmingarde did it as kindly
as she could, but you can imagine how
Mabel and l felt while she was doing it.
I will now go back where | left myself
sitting III the hall, listening to Grace's
music, and dreaming, dreaming, dream
ing.
That night dreamed of Sister Irn1in-
garde, and every night after that while
was home. And thought of her all day
long. Once began a letter to her, and
! it was a good thing did, for | learned
right there the strange truth that comes
to the most gifted artist, which is that no
matter how many words you know, you
don't know enough to write a love-letter
that really says what you mean. | used
most all [ knew, and good many 9TH
ers that | was not quite sure of, and
sat up most of one night; but when [ got
through, the letter was not right. 1t
sounded just like the letters the Brown
ings wrote, and Byron and Burns, and
Maudie Joyce, and | wanted something
different for Sister Ir1ningarde, so |
didn't send it. 1t was a great disap-
pointment, but who am I that I should
not suffer like my fellow creatures? as
another author SO beautifully asks.
I guess mamma and papa and Grace
were surprised by the girlish cheerfulness
l showed the morning l went back to
school. Usually it is dreadful to leave
them, and | always beg to stay day or
two longer. And when I was younger
and my moral sense was undeveloped,
used to pretend to have sore throat and
headaches, so they would keep me home.
But this time l didn't cry bit even
when I said good-by to mamma and
Grace's little boy. Poor George looked
surprised, too, and hurt, and the corners
of his mouth went away down. / felt
wicked indeed as l remembered how real
the sorrows of childhood are, and how l
must have darkened his baby life. But
when | looked back he was making
snowballs. so perhaps he got over it.
He is only four
All the way to St. Catharine's I
thought of Sister Irningarde and plan
ned things to say to her-brilliant things,
tElaI WOuIQ make ner look at me IN sur
prise. And | remembered that she liked
quiet girls, so l decided that my mien
should be dignifed and reserved to ev-
erybody else, but to her | would show
little unexpected tendernesses that no
one would look for in so calm and cold
a nature. | was not sure she would let
me be tender; they never will, somehow.
But made up my mind I'd try.
When I got off the train at St. Catha-
rine's station the very first person l saw
was Mabel Blossom. For a minute I
forgot to be dignihed and stately, but
pretty soon l noticed how strangely 81
lent Mabel was, and ever and anon she
sighed. While we were driving up to the
Academy l asked her what was the mat
ter, and she shook her head and sighed
again, and said it was secret and she
couldn't tell even me- though she adj
mitted it would be comfort to lean on
the heart of a friend. She is always
using that expression. I think she heard
it somewhere.
! wouldn't be much of student of life
if 1 could not see through Mabel Bios
som, so l just sighed myself, and said
every heart had its sorrows and God
knows l had mine; and then, with a