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THE COURIER
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- A STORY -
' Two Voices
Emily Guiwits.
The late afternoon sunlight rested
loingly on the campus at Ann Arbor.
A scarcely perceptible chill in the air
and the early lengthening shadows
were sole reminders that autumn had
succeeded summer, and that winter
was close at hand. Seemingly con
scious of their impending doom the
scarlet geraniums glowed with more
k than their usual splendor, while here
and there In the tree-tops were glints
of the same brilliant color. Summer
was bidding a. reluctant farewell to her
favorite Michigan haunts, but verily
her reign was over; for already along
the boulevard and river were the sym
bols of September the purple astor and
goldenrod.
A crowded street car stopped at the
corner to take on still another passen
t ger, then went on its way up State
street. A group of football players with
the inevitable following of small boys
trotted down the dusty road, then for a
moment all was still. The insistent
tapping of a woodpecker digging an
early supper from a telegraph pole be
came almost startling in its distinct
ness. Madge McGregor was silent and un
responsive alike to the appeals of na
ture and of human nature. The sun
light which drew such a. wealth of
color from the scarlet geraniums em
phasized the shabblness of the girl's
attire the cotton lining in her little
jacket and her tired-looking, badly
worn shoes. No poverty, however, was
rellected in the crown of auburn hair
upon which her Tarn O'Shanter cap
rested so jauntily.
"Willst du immer weiter schweifen?"
The girl's troubled eyes turned reluct
antly to the open book In her lap.
"Willst du immer weiter schweifen?
Zees, das gute Hegt zu na."
Forcing her mind to a concentration
on the text before her she slowly
worked out the translation: "Why will
V ymi always roam? See. the good lies
1 near."
The book closed suddenly with a
bang. Could it be possible that here
between the covers of a little German
reader was the solution of her prob
lem? Slowly unfolding the single sheet
of a hastily scrawled letter, she read
again, for the hundredth time:
"Dear daughter: Mother is sick in
bed. There ain't nothing particular the
matter with her only she seems plumb
tired out. I reckon the extry work of
getting you started was a little too
much for her. Then she misses you
dreadfully. Seems like she's lost all her
ambition and don't care whether she
gets well or not. I tell her to chirk up
and that Christmas ain't far off and
then you'll be home for vacation but
she says that vacations was all she'd
ever see of you any more, as soon as
you get through school you'll teach or
get married, and one's as bad as the
f other to her. We hoth know that you've
; got your own life to live and we don't
want to do nothing that would go
against your best interests, but it does
seem kind of hard to have our one little
girl swallowed up in that big university
"here she don't count no more than one
feather in mother's bed while there's
an old house out here that ain't got
nothing left in it since she's gone away.
Mother made me promise not to say
nothing about your coming home said
she wasn't going to be selfish if she
died for it. And I ain't asked you to
come home, neither, and I ain't a-going
to ask you. I don't know what is for
the best. None of us knows. We all
have to make our guess, and no one of
us is much good guessing for another
If mother wasn't taking It so hard
but mt'bbe shell get over It after a
while. I'll write again in a day or two.
from your loving PATH Kit."
"Why will you always roam? See.
the good lies near." Yes. literally the
good did lie near and it was very good'
The regular class work, the magnitlcent
library, the Inspiration of contact with
four thousand other students day after
day O, how earnestly she had longed
for these privileges! She remembeted
the sacrifices she had made to secure
the money for this college course the
long winter days in the little country
schoolhouse the monotonous calling
and dismissing of classes the sicken
ing odor of drying mittens and boots
all these came before her with a vivid
ness that made her actually faint. With
what fierce joy she had turned the key
in the schoolhouse door for the last
time! Then the long, hot days of sum
mer when between intervals of cook
ing and cleaning she had spent such
happy hours with her sewing out un
der the old apple tree! What planning
and contriving to make old dresses look
like new what patching and darning
and remodeling to avoid spending any
of the precious dollars for mere clothes!
Her eyes wandered restlessly across
the scarlet (lowers to the grim old col
lege buildings. What a passionate de
votion she felt to each one! Kven the
massive law building into which she
had never ventured, and the hospital
like dental building were objects of a
deep and personal affection. Could she
go home and leave them all? Was it
necessary for her to make this sacri
fice which would change the course of
her whole future life? It would be only
three years at the longest then she
was almost certain of a position In the
schools at Clinton, when she could go
home every Friday night. Surely her
mother could spare her those three
years!
The solemn measures of Handel's
'Targo" came stealing down from the
big Columbia organ. It was the hour
of vesper service, and students were
straggling across the campus from the
various buildings. Wearily climbing
the stairs with the rest. Madge for a
moment forgot her trouble as the words
of the opening chorus greeted her ears.
Then one of the contraltos stepped for
ward and sang that glorious aria, "O
Rest in the Lord." Mechanically Madge
read the responses and as in a dream
listened to the words of Dr. Angell and
the closing strains of the "March Mili
taire." Like spectres the students van
ished from their seats: the singers also
disappeared, and Professor Stanley
alone remained at the organ, playnig
softlv to himself in the fading light.
"O rest in the Lord wait patiently for
Him. and He will give thee thy heart's
desire." repeated Madge, as she slowly
walked down the stairs. "My part. then,
is to rest in the Lord, and to wait pa
tiently for Him. If it is best for me to
go home now. I believe it will be shown
me in an unmistakable manner. If it
is best for me to continue my work
here. I believe I will know that too.
And in either case I will try to appro
priate whatever 'good lies near.'
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1 The Faithful
Teacher's Motto
Is "Onward. Always Onward." if Ju
lias the welfare and interest of lii lit
tle kinedotn at he-art.
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