Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-12-01

lore mlQnlght, to IND the great man.
sion full of glancing lights and busy,
expectant life.
The large family had waited up for
Father Olever's return, for he and his
wagon were the connecting link be-
tween that establishment and the out
side world. He appeared to great ad-
vantage surrounded by bevy of girls
clamoring for letters and messages.
To me the scene was fairy.land. I
had never before seen anything so
grand as the great hall with it's pol
ished stairway. We had supper IN
the housekeeper's room, and l was
taken up this stairway, and then up
and up corkscrew cousin until we
reached the attic, which stretched
over the whole house, one great dor
mitory called the "bee-hive." Here l
was to sleep with Helen Semple,
Pittsburg girl, of about my own age,
a frail blonde, who quite won my
heart at our first meeting.
Next day was Sabbath, and I was
greatly surprised to see pupils walk
on the lawn. This was such a des-
ecration of the day, but made no re-
mark. was too solemnly impressed
by the grandeur Of being at Braddock's
Field to have limited that anything
could be wrong. But for my own
share In the violation was painfully
penitent.
Fhis was not new, for there were q
long series of years i'm which the prin.
cipaf business of six days of every
week, was repentance. for the very
poor use made Of the seventh, and
from this dreary treadmill of sin and
sorrow, no faith ever could or did
free me. I never could see salvation
in Christ apart from salvation from
sin, and while the sin remained the
salvation was doubtful and the sor-
row certain.
On the afternoon of that first Sab
bath, number of young lady pupils
came to the Beehive for q visit, and
as I afterwards learned to inspect
and name the two new girls, when
was promptly and unanimously dub
bed, WAX DOLL" After a time, one
remarked that they must 90 and study
their ancient history lesson" I
caught greedily at the words, ancient
history. All, il could only be per-
mitted to study such lesson! No
such progress or promotion seemed
open to me; but the thought inter-
fered with my prayers, and followed
me into the realm of sleep. So when
that class was called next forenoon,
I was alert, and what was my sur
prise, to hear those privileged girls
stumbling over the story of Samson
Gould it be possible that was ancient
history? How did it come to pass
that every one did not know all about
Samson, the man who had laid his
head on DeNlah's wicked lap, to be
shorn Of his strength. If there is any
thing In that account, or any lesson
to: be drawn from it, with which l
was not then familiar, it is something
have never learned. Indeed, seem
ed to have completed my theological
education before I did my twelfth
year. ..
One morning, Mrs. clever sent for
me, and told me she had learned my
mother was not able to- send me to
school, but If would. take charge OF
the lessons of the little girls, she
would furnish me board and tuition
This most generous offer quite took
my breath away, and was most gladly
accepted; but it was easy work, and
wondered my own studies were ca
light. I. was allowed to amuse my
self drawing flowers, which were
quite q surprise, and pronounced bet