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THE HESPERIAN STUDENT. no nmbilion but to convert the sinner, to extend the Bright minds have builded dainty castles of theory to explain how such a bnso impostor could establish so wide-spread an empire. Could they but see the lowly ruler of his race mending his own clothing, sweeping his own hearth, giving alms until he lucked bread for his own table, living a life that mirrored a soul of intense do votiou to a cause that was as noble as the age demanded, the problem would be much neater solution. But Mo hammetau success, the mystery of the past and admiration of the present, will still be the mystery and admiration of the future. Mysterious because no adequate cause lias been found fur so large a measure of success. Admired tiot only because great achievements command admira tion, but because Islam over-threw thousands of idols taught a purer morality than the older creeds, established monotheism over so large an era, and built up a system of education that kept ablaze the beacon-fires of learning while Europo groped through the night. And yet Mahomet was but a man, inspired by no god, favoredby.no devil, sent from no shadowy unknown with mysterious messages for humanity. No fiery stars appeared at his birth to show Hint a celestial visitor had descended to earth. No convulsions of nature warned sinful man lo flee from the avenging de ity. Mountains atood immovable, the deep remained serene, and "Quietly n tho sprlng-tlmo Weaves her verdant mantlo" he began to work out the destiny that he felt was assigned him. Self deceived chthusiast, earnest worker in a cause thai seemed holy, eternal Truth, admitting all faults, would still crown him great. Will Owen Jones. A 01UUBTMA8 PJIESENT; AXV 70 IF IT WAS PJIIZED. Bv "Clawbei.." WUITTEN EXrUEHBLY YOU THE STUDENT. A co-ed's eyes In mild surprise Did open Christinas morning. The clock struck ten, she wakened then Tula fateful Chri-tmat morulng. Why should iho enillp In that quaint stylo With face so full or pleasure! Tho reason's thW, it was her bliss To spy a priceless treasure; A notclot small mid presents all fcilio sees and quickly reads It. 'You've Biirely passed in French nt last The liiculty concedes It." Ah! little reckB whene'er death checks This grateful maid's existences That noto she'll prize until shodics In splto of all resistance. For all her fato up to that date Her French exams wero blighting. Bo honored be tho faculty llcr Cbrletmas thus delighting. ,1 COMMUNICATION. Editor Hesperian Student. Dear Sir: Booing your advertisement for corre spondents I seize tho clmuce for writing to tho public. Now, 1 have not had a very extended experience as corro. spondent and have not sent many articles to papers like yours; in fact, I may say, without exaggeration, that this is tho first attempt lever made in that direction, and if it docs not come up to your standard, plcaso return it un opened, 0. O. D. with forty-seven cents for my troublo in writing it. I am going to toll you about a Prop and a Soph. Now I am the Prep though I'm not a Prep either, but the Sopli called mc a Prep, so I'll stick to the name and call myself a Prep. A Soph in tho eyes of a Prep, is a follow with a look as wise as an owl in day time, who carries with him a dig nified expression and a big jack knife with which lie goes round plugging knives with tho Preps end breaking them (the knives, not tho Preps) nil up; who assumes a haughty attitude, touches his hat without lifting it, and jerks his neck, when n young lady addresses him. Sucii is a Soph. A Prep in the eyes of a Sopli is a sneaking uu prep"osscssing little fellow of no use to any-body, who cutsup in chapel and gets into all kinds of tricks. That's a Prep. Well, ft Prep to-gclhor with numerous other Preps thought it would bo quite romantic to learn all the mys teries of the secret room on tho fourth floor of the Univer sity: the Sopli thought this way too, but, alas, ho had to sustain the dignity of his class and sadly gave up the scheme. Meanwhile (he Prep, regardless of all risks gains access to (he room while Hie inmates are absent hurriedly notices the interior and flees. He decides that the exploit is loo venturesome to be repeated, but having a lust for fame, he invents a plausible story full of excite ment, wonder, and interest which lie relates to his ad miring fellow-preps with so much ingenuity that they forthwith resolved to explore the hidden mysteries of tho room, and unveil its dark secrets. In their excitement, ardor got tho better of prudence, mid the result is a serious accident; namely the bursliug through Iho ceiling of tho Palladiau hall. Of course no body knew who did il, but the Soph, still nursing the anger he had felt at being out-done by a Prep, sees a good chance to get even with him. nc disclosed his plans to his delighted fellow-sophs and in a body they wait upon the poor Prep, and Sopli No. 1. boldly accuses hun of the crime. Silence reigns throughout the the universe, the very breeze stirring up the rustling leaves is hushed, and oven tho ripples on Salt Creek lip pie no longer. Tho unfortunate Prep growi home-sick; his cheeks assume tho brilliant t'.nt which ornaments tho western sky at sunset, and great pools of salt water climb up into his optics. Now ho moans in agony, his thoughts revert to his mother, and ho looks around for a rul-holc in which to h'.de. Tlien the pcnUup delight of tins Sophs breaks forth in one wild demoniac laugh res sounds through the building like tho gentle murmur of a Nebraska zephyr. When tho Prop recovers from his sur. prise and indignation lie utteis the impressive words of scripture, "You lie." Never did the rage of Scylla ex ceed that of the belligerent Soph at these word. He trembled in his fury, and gathering all his strength for ouo final effort ho throw himself into a tragic altitude and uttered tho terrible words, "I wisli you were a little bigger." Then suddenly remembering tho dignity of his position ho was so filled witli shame and mortification at