Show STUDENT LIFE his parents brothers and sisters each in turn embraced him and then warmly and frankly greeted me How welcome I was made in this beautiful home where all was joy and peace And what a beautiful home it was Standing on a hill at the base of a high mountain and surrounded with large trees through which paths wound in and well out cutting the dark-gree- n kept lawns into large and small sections it overlooked a valley which was a paradise in itself How often we together would seek a secluded spot stretch ourselves upon the grass and then recall pleasurable incidents or discuss our future plans How different our plans were He was for a good little wife a nice home and a simple I — well I wanted the same life I guess but I hadn’t been thinking of the good little wife or the nice home I had made almost the opposite plans “While in the shade of a large oak one day Fred in the company of a lady came upon me ‘Jim’ he said in his plainest simplest manner ‘Meet my friend Miss O’Ray’’’ Here he arose and took a picture from the mantel Standing in in fiont of the fireplace he looked long and silently at the face as if studying the many lines of beauty Then he gave a little chuckle and laughingly said “So you are the or e I have been hunting all day Now I remember the resemblance which I could not recall between your merry laughter and the one I have been following as a lest man follows the Now I see it all It was merely the memory of the good old times we used to have out at Fred’s place’’ He stopped a moment and gazed fixedly at the picture again and then continued “How beautiful you looked on the day I first met Will-o-the-Wi- sp you When I looked up from where I lay and saw you standing out clearly against the green background in your dainty pure white dress your long dark curls falling gracefully around your shoulders your shapely brown eyes shining brightly your white teeth showing plainly when you gave me a smile you were a queen a goddess in my mind And yet when I look at this picture I see no beauty lost I indeed see more than then Each word of the letters I have received from you reflects the same grace and beauty and often upon reading them I have been tempted to go where I might be nearer to you where I could see you again as you are and not only as a lifeless picture Of course you have many admirers I can see them now scores of them They are as eager |