The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1912-11-28

me to my senses and thoroughly So
bered me. / could not go back home
and face the shame to my parents,
and determined on new course.
The faculty were willing to give me
recommendation for scholarship.or
even to give me another chance, /
took the recommendation but decided
to find myself another chance to
make good.
After hunting for an opening
for several weeks finally drifted
into little town in one of the CEN
trail states, secured the principal
ship of its High School and then
followed few months remembered
ever since as the purest and ha ppi-
est of my life. 1t seems to me
now, as look back to that sacred
and happy time, that my life ought
to have ended there. And to night
| feel that its story ought never
pass my lips. that it ought to be
sealed casket, until the seals shall
be broken in another world. But l
hope. boys, it may prove of some
help to you, and | shall once more
roll away the stone from my buried
hopes and call it forth from the
grave where it has reposed for
many long years.
1t is a love story of course.
What other story ever holds the
center of life's stage like a love
story? This is not love story in a
setting of daisies and buttercups;
not where golden lilies shake their
bells; not a story encored by trill-
ing bobolinks and the piping of
meadow larks in harmony with mel
low school bells and child voices.
The blue sky was soon ended with
leaden clouds and storm thunders
which SO often change our brightest
days. Winters have passed, springs
have come and gone; | still love the
first appearance of bluebird and vi
olet- though they are only the
chateaux en- espagne" of b
spring and summer" There was a
pause here as he gazed into the fire
slowly dying in the fire place.
She was gifted by nature with
wonderful beauty, and of that pecu-
liar style which stirs the senses of
the poetical and ideal. Her father
was a strong, shrewd man, very con-
scientious, with an intensity of self
will and love of domination. He
was as rugged and hard as rock of
granite and did not have crevice
or niche in his heart where a tender
vine like her could cling.
I loved her with all there was in
me-heart, soul, mind and strength
with love that has lasted through
the years, and l hope will never die.
She also loved me, perhaps more
than she dared to say at the time;
and like my love, has lasted till now.
But before we had matters settled.
her father came between us; some
secret enemy had told him. of my
expulsion from college and it's cause.
My conduct since leaving the col
lege had been without blemish; but
one night he met us at the door of
his house as we were returning from
an entertainment and, as she passed
in he stopped me and told me my
visits there must cease, that they
would no longer be permitted, and
said that | had stolen into the town
and won the confidence of people
under false pretenses, and that if he
had known my history, he would
never had let me into his house.
1t was in vain TO attempt de-
Tense with such a man. he was de-
termined to take the worst view of
the harsh facts my past had given
him: that he would rather see his
daughter in her grave than my wife.
He closed the door in my face and
the next day sent her away to rel
alive. I did not attempt to follow
her or write to her, for l was too
profoundly discouraged to know
what was best.
1T takes an enemy to tell the bit
ter truth about you, and mine had
not neglected the opportunity, and
/ suppose had purpose in his tell
ing the story so wildly. I resolved
1 would never let her hear from me
again.
] meant to let her forget me and
thus atone, until / could prove my
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