THE HESPERIAN
talking and the clerk's voice cnlm and distinct.
"A ring?" it said, "A diamond? For a
lady? Let me show you these. "
There was a silence, a few indistinct words
and then more clearly in a voice that brought
back to Bert's heart all the joy and all the
pain of the night boforo. It was Joe's
voice.
"Will you have this engraved iin the
ring?"
The clerk read aloud: "From- Joe to
Grace. Is that right?"
"Yes." The voice that answered was a
little unsteady. Bert raised her head and
turned, Joe waB looking full at her. She
smiled and ho came towards her.
"You heard, didn't you, Bert?" ho asked.
"Tho weather has changed for mo. It has
cleared off fair. I wanted to toll you last
night but I didn't. Will you say you are
glad?"
And somehow, nobody knows how they
dc it but they do, she answered him naturally
and smiled when ho explained how it had
come about.
But when ho loft her ho took away tho
smile from her face. She remembered his
kiss on her cheek. No there was the
memory of a stronger feeling. She know
suddenly again the weight of tho dead child
on her heart. Annie Prey.
On Friday night, January 10, tho officers
elect of tho Palladian Literary Society as
sumed their new duties. President, Miss
Francos Morton ; vico-presidont, Jasper Hunt;
recording secretary, Miss Holona Bedford ;
assistant recording secretary, S. J. Ooroy;
music secretary. Miss Davison ; critic, A. S.
Johnson; treasurer, It. S. Hunt; scrgoant-at-arms,
Will Boose. '
Professor Nicholson has been appointed
one of tho governor's delegates to the Beet
Sugar convention to be hold at Fremont
February 5th and 6th. Tho University has
ton delegates of its own besides this repre
sentation on the delegation at large. Pro
fessor Nicholson is also scheduled for a
speech.
Through Other Eyes.
Some small beetles lived in a tiny corner
where it was not very light. Every day,'
through a far chink, tho sun shone in upon
them. They wondered very much at the
sun, and talked about it, beetle fashion.
They thought the round far-off disc tho shell
of a big yellow beetle.
But one thing troubled them. Tho white
lino that marked every yellow shell of them
all was not to bo seon across tho back of
this groat beotle in tho aky. It was very
strange.
There were beetles and they were old
and wise who said that tho line was there,
it muet be there. Was it not on every shell,
broador and whiter when tho shell was
smooth and fair, narrow and shrunken to a
faint line when the beetle was dwarfed and
weazened? It must be thoro, invisible to
beetle eyes which see but dimly in the half
darkness. But there were very knowing beetles who
said that tho lino was not there at all. And
when tho others insisted, they smiled through
their goggle eyes and said that if there, the
lino must indeed bo as narrow S3 that of the
blind and hideous dwarfs of tho tribe. So
they began to wonder if this big beetle were
not blind, or ugly, or maimed. "Ho may
be a vory big, big beetle," they said at the
last, "but he is not a perfect beetle, aftor
all."
And every day tho sun shone on into
their little chink.
'
"God is not all-good, all-wise and '811
poworfnl." Probably not, as wo count all-goodness,
all-wisdom, and all-power. Ho may be
something ranch bettor. He must be if
ho is God. Wo would have him with the
trade-mark of our little goodness upon him.
Wo would see tho white stripe.
Wo aro vory wise, no doubt. But the
secrets of this little chink of ours which wo
call the earth, aro too hard for us. And
when wo summon before us tho Maker of
this and other worlds, we do not even know