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visiting with MisB Kate. She just wished
he would take" some of his own horrid medi
cine some day and kill himself. She wouldn't
tell MisB Kate that, because it was wicked to
think such things, and then Miss Kate al
ways seemed to like to have the doctor come,
and smiled at him just as sweet as she smiled
at her. Grown-up folks were so queer, she
thought then. They didn't seem to think
little girls had any rights at all.
It was not very long after this that the
liltle girl's mamma told her that Miss Kate
was going to be married to Dr. Jeffry. The
little girl knew what that meant. .She had
had another lovely sweetheart once, and she
had been married too, and after that she had
never been the same to the little girl. And
now she knew there could never be another
sweetheart for her after Miss Kate.
These were very blue days for the little,
girl. She could hardly' bear to go down to
the station because the doctor was there so
much and because Miss Kate was so busy
thinking of other things. She would soon
come away, Reeling something big in her
throat and something sharp in her eyes, and
something lonely and forsaken in her child
heart.
And it all came $& she felt it would come.
Por Mise Kate was married and wont to live
in the doctor's fine "house on the hill, and
rode aronnd with him in his buggy. She
was very nice to the little girl, but tlw little
girl was always afraid to go to see her in
that fine house on the hill.
The little girl is gone now, not dead, only
gone to the land of put-away things. But
the grown-up girl, for whom the little girl
was the one she knew the best of all, still
Bees in memory sometimes, the little red sta
tion, with the creek and the judgle of tall
grass and red sumac. Sometimes the grown
up girl wishes the little girl could come back
from the land of put-away things, and sit on
, the steps of the long platform listening for
the train that was some day coming to take
her away to the world.
A PICTURE
Softly grew the winter twilight
In the corners of the room;
Touched the pictures, half-regretting,
With a tender gloom;
Touched the doorway with a shadow,
Still and gray; u
But around her
Fell the silver day.
Sitting by the great piano,
Where the last light softly fell.
Lightly there she touched an echo
Like a vesper bell;
And her slender shining fingers
Moved along
To the measure
Of the twilight song.
And her fair, proud head bent lightly,
Tenderly above the keys,
Like a tall, white larkspur swaying
In the summer breeze;
When the low wind voices whisper
To the plain,
Like the murmur
Of that silver strain.
Just above her bright head drooping,
Half-blown roses, creamy white,
Roses flushing with a dawning,
Like the morning light;
Long-stemmed roses 'bowing softly, -
As in prayer,
To the cadence
Of that gentle air.
And the picture, like a vision,
In the hush of twilight gray,
In the murmur of the music,
Seemed to drift away;
Slender form and swaying roses,
White and clear;
But the music
That I did not hear.
Katharine "Melick.
A debating league, comprising Yale, Har
vard and Princeton colleges, has been or
ganized for this year. The debates will be
held at 2Jew Haven, Cambridge and Prince
ton or New York.
