The Lehi banner. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1891-1917, 1907-12-12

Success! Who says can sue
coed? It's false Oh, it's false
I've worked and worked, and
oh! oh p
Nellie's head dropped on he
arms, which were folded over hei
books on the table, and her who,
frame was convulsed with bitter
sobs of grief. All the semester
she had worked hard, and now
that Christmas was coming, heI
frail body was beginning to give
way under the strain. Many
nights she had not gone to bed
until 2 o'clock, and scarcely ever
before II. She was, in her teach
er's mind, a real success; but to
herself life seemed dark.
Why could she not get her al
zebra as well as Ned Jones? And
why was she not SO bright as
Ella Jensen in English? True,
she could write good story, and
grammar was easy for her; but
in English her marks were low
because she could not spell. Why
couldn't she spell? And then,
what was the use of working so
hard on that story? She would
not print it, even if she did win
out. Did the folks at home know
how hard she was trying to win
a name for herself and them? OF
course her parents were not rich,
but had they not sent Charlie to
school, and had he not had all
the money he asked for while
there' The thought of Charlie
brought other memories.
"Oh, Charlie" she sobbed-
"why don't you be good? If you
would do better, life would not
be so hard. Charlie +! Charlie my
only brother %
For an instant her head dropped
onto the table again, but only for
an instant then it was raised de-
family.
Il wilt I'll succeed in spite of
it ALL" she Kissed between her
teeth. Then rising and going to
the mirror, she laughed hyster-
ically at her own reflection.
"You little egotist," she said );
didn't you promise to prove to
the world that the Grahams were
not all like Charlie? Aren't you
silly to cry because you're dis
couraged? Are you homesick. or
what's the matter? But papa's
letter OH why does Charlie
persist in asking him for money
TO squander? Charlie Charlie !
know you try to be good. But
why don't you come to me? /
could help you, Poor, dear, weak
Charlie! But love you, Come
to me, dearw And she stretched
her arms toward the window and
sank sobbing to the floor.
For some time she sat there.
talking at random OF her brother
and of her own chance for sue
cess. Then, dropping her hands
into her lap, she stared vacantly
into the fire. At last she clasped
her hands, lifted her eyes to the
ceiling and cried; "Oh, God, take
care of Charlie, my poor, dear,
weak brother. Care for her, and
help me to succeed. Amen"
Now she arose, went to the
neglected books, grasped her pen
Gil determinedly and began writ
ing rapidly. Soon she was smil-
ing again, lost in the authors
world.
Nobody saw a mans form
standing near Nellie's window
that night; nobody heard him
gasp MY Godw when she sank
to the floor, crying to her brother
nobody saw him wipe his eyes as
he walked slowly away; and no
body heard him whisper "NoI
morcw
The man was not followed. lie
walked slowly down the street,
passed the CHEEKY light of the
public buildings and private resi-
dences, talking continually to
himself, and making numerous
resolutions. He seemed to have
no knowledge of where he was
going, and when at last he found
himself far out of town he
stopped, shivered, and asked him
self few questions.
"And why not" he finally said.
"Why not have fun? That's all
one gets in life. I'm going back
to town" SO saying, he turned
and retraced his steps.
He entered the first saloon he
came to and asked for a drink.
He took the profered glass eager
w. From somewhere he heard a