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But I have begun it, and will finish it later, and hand it to you." A gleam of light suddenly entered Miss Fountainc’s heart, and a worthy admiration of her exemplar pupil illumined her face, as she said: "Dorothy, 1 should be glad to help you while your mother is away. May 1 go home with you?" Dorothy answered, gratefully, "We shall all be delighted to have you with us."
On their way home Dorothy, being full of inspiration from the afternoon’s meeting, could not refrain from telling Miss Fountaine how much she appreciated her summer s plan; and further remarked; "1 never leave the weekly meetings without thinking of the beautiful memory gem you taught us last spring—the one beginning, "The patient child, whose watchful eye." But Dorothy did not, and could not know, the unbounded pleasure which her remark brought to her teacher's heart. "Salary the teacher's compensation," said Miss Fountaine to herself, with contempt. Aloud she said, "By the way, that memory gem would be an excellent basis for a composition on ‘How to Fnrich Character.' I wonder that some of my girls have not thought of it." Dorothy's sympathetic heart interpreted these words as approaching regret in the mind of her teacher, and she longed to convince her that at least one responsive heart had given root to the seed she had sown while in the schoolroom. Her heart already overflowing with emotion which she could not understand. Dorothy could conceal herself no longer. "Miss Fountaine," she said, "I made use of that memory gem in my diary last evening." This remark furnished Miss Fountaine with another gleam of information and served to confirm the suspicion that she already entertained toward Martha. "Dorothy," she said, "please tell me about your diary." Dorothy hesitated a moment, then replied: "No one knows anything about
it. but I feel as if I want to tell you." She explained briefly: "I spend a few minutes
each evening writing about what has appealed to me during the day. Mv diary is my
most intimate friend; it knows all that ! know. I can trust it with what I feel that I can
not talk to others about." Miss Fountaine was puzzled. "I thought I had analyzed Dorothy’s nature into all its beautiful traits," she reflected, "but I see that I have not
yet sounded the depth of her character." She looked at Dorothy and said, in a tone ot
interested curiosity: "You say that you wrote last evening, about your favorite memory
gem; why could you not talk to others about that—was there anything personal in it?"
"No.” was Dorothy’s hesitating reply. Her teacher continued, in a tone of faltering appeal: "My dear, 1 should love to read what you wrote last night." Instant refusal came to Dorothy's mind, but as she looked into her teacher’s pleading face she reflected. “Why should I refuse? There is nothing personal in it. and she deserves to sec that no girls do not forget what she teaches them." Thus resolved, she replied: "1 will show it to you when we get home." Her teacher’s hearty “Thank you" dispelled the slight regret she had felt upon consenting.
Upon their arrival home Miss Fountaine requested "The diary first, please." Dorothy consented, conducted her to the library, and. handing her the diary, excused herself "to look after Arthur."
But a most agreeable surprise awaited Dorothy. On her tour through the house, in search of Arthur, she went to the kitchen, and there found mother and Martha preparing supper. Aunt Lizzie was so much better that mother had returned sooner than expected. Greetings over. Dorothy led the way to the library, where they found Miss Fountaine with the diary in her hand. She greeted Dorothy with a smile, in spite of the tears in her eyes, and approached her with an embrace, saying: "My precious little Builder, this is better than any composition read at the meeting this afternoon: it is worthy of the attention of any reader; and if you arc willing, it shall be printed in "The Builders’ Guide" this week.”
Seeing the look of inquiry on Mrs. Hadley’s face. Miss Fountaine gave vent to her admiration of Dorothy by saying: "Owing to your absence, Dorothy gave up her composition. in order to permit Martha to finish hers. Martha’s composition is good, but read this—it is what Dorothy told her diary, last evening, while Martha was writing her composition.” Mrs. Hadley took the diary and read aloud, to her own joy. to Miss Fountaine’s admiration, to Dorothy’s anxiety, and to Martha's consternation: for m the meantime. Martha's conscience was listening to a still, small voice, unheard by the others. Heeding the admonitions of this Almighty Voice, she was suddcnlv awakened to her cruel fault, and touched with the pathos of her sister’s sacrifices. Between sobs of repentance. she told the whole story, concluding with: “1 have learned that I can not dream myself into a character, but that I must hammer and forge myself one": and Dorothy sealed her sister’s resolution, and renewed her own strength by repeating:
"The nation child, whose watchful eye
Strives for all things pure and high.
Shall take their image by and by."
7 wo hundred one
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Dorothy, who accompanied her to the carriage, she said: "You arc a dear little "Builder" and I know 1 can depend on you. Be sure to finish your composition. I shall he interested in reading it when 1 come back; and I shall think of you tomorrow afternoon." But Dorothy only looked gratitude at her mother as she drove away—she could not speak it, for her lips quivered.
She returned to the house and busied herself with preparations for supper, calling to Martha only when three-year-old Arthur came in with a bleeding hand, and scolding kitty for "tratching" him. After some delay, Martha appeared with a frowning face, and, grasping Arthur’s hand, said: "You're always getting hurt when nobody has time to help you.”
"Martha,” interrupted her sister, "how arc you getting along with your composition?" "Why, I had just got nicely started and interested when you called me.” was the reply. "I was writing on thoughtfulness for others when you called me, and it occurred to me that your thoughtlessness :n interrupting my train of thought is a good illustration of how poorly this grand principle is observed, generally." Dorothy allayed the chiding which rose to her lips and ran to greet her father, who entered at that moment, and who. on seeing the ready laid supper-table, exclaimed proudly. “Such busy little housekeepers as 1 have—good builders they are. to be sure."
In spite of Mrs. Hadley’s absence, the evening meal was pleasant: Arthur amused them all with his comments on his "tratched” hand: the girls were eager to tell about their compositions, and they found their father's interest very encouraging. Martha, however, in her eagerness to resume her work, left the table, remarking to Dorothy, "I'll
have to work all evening to finish my composition, so I can have tomorrow forenoon to
copy it. You know I didn't begin until a long time after you did. so I'll need more time
to finish than you will. I’ll go at it right now and let you wash the dishes." So saying,
she retired to the library. Papa kept little Arthur quiet by telling him stories of "big cats (tigers) that scratch worse than kitty does."
Meantime. Dorothy, busy in the kitchen, was too proud to admit to herself that her heart ached. Her thoughts reverted to her mother and Aunt Lizzie, and she reminded herself of the admonitions of "The Builders’ Guide." saying to herself, as she did so. "I can not dream myself into a character: I must hammer and forge myself one." She foresaw that it would be impossible to finish her composition and copy it by the afternoon of the next day. but she determined that she would not shatter her mother's faith in her. so as a last resort she resolved to withdraw from the week's contest and finish her paper. "Now Arthur, the cuckoo says ‘To bed,’” sounded Dorothy’s cheerful voice. But Arthur pleaded for one more story: and while his father granted this. Dorothy bethought herself of her diary that she had neglected during the excitement of the past few hours. She went to the library and wrote as follows:
"My most- intimate friend: I have only a few minutes to visit with you this evening, but I want to remind you of that beautiful, divine thought which Miss Fountaine taught us last spring:
" ‘The patient child, whose watchful eye Strives for all things pure and high.
Shall take their image by and by.’
"Do you understand what it means. Diary? We never can overcome our wickedness until we desire, with all our heart and soul, to become good and great. When we really wish that our thoughts, our words, and our deeds be pure and high, we must watch with our eyes to see righteousness, we must listen with our ears to hear righteousness, and we must respond with our soul to feel righteousness. If we arc very, very patient and never cease to admire it. to watch for it. to listen to it. and to respond to it, we shall finally become righteous. Diary, isn't that a magnificent promise? f mean to attain it! Good-night.”
When Dorothy closed her eyes in sleep that night it was with a prayer in her heart for mother and Aunt Lizzie; a blessing for father, and Martha, and Arthur: and a plea that she might never forget to admire and seek righteousness and to be patient throughout. When she informed Martha, the next morning, of her decision to withdraw from the week’s contest, she felt rewarded, by the look of pleasure on her sister’s face, as she replied "Oh! I’m glad of it, Dorothy, for then you'll have time to do the work this morning. I'll help you after the meeting." So saying, she left the room and Dorothy saw no more of her until dinner-time, when she greeted the family with. "My composition is finished!”
The Builders’ meeting that afternoon was an unusually interesting one. and Dorothy heard with delight, the praises that were accorded Martha for her composition. But Miss Fountaine’s sympathizing eye had not only been quick to detect trouble in Dorothy's face on her arrival, but it had been painfully awake to the fact during the meeting. Wishing, if possible, to remove the cause, she took the opportunity, when the girls were leaving, to request Dorothy to remain a few minutes In reply to Miss Fountaine’s inquiry as to why she bad not taken part in the exercises, she said, briefly: "Mother was unexpectedly called away yesterday and I haven’t had time to finish my composition.
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l£s ist ein’ Maid so lieblich,
Dasz ihr’ Schocnhcit wunderbar,
Ist fucr der Menschcn Fassungskraft Unmoeglieh ganz und gar.
Kami man ja wohl begreifen Der Zwielicht Glut so schoen und fern’, Wcnii in der Hoeh’ erst ist gestanden Der leicht blitzende Abcndstern?
Und kennt man doch die Stille In dem Walde tief und kuehl.
Wo schlcicht es scltsam (lurch die Brust Gelieiinnisvoll Gcfuehl ?
Wcr aucli verstcht das Flucstcrn Dcs Ficlitenbaums in der Luft?
Und das Rauschen cines Bacclileins Mischend Ton und Fcuchten Du ft?
Zu jedem Junge kommt sic,
Tief im Herzen nimmt sic Platz,
Fr hat innnerfort dann hcimlich, in der Seel’ cinen suessen Schatz.
Zu starranschen nimmer
Lacsst sic ihn das Glucck gcschen, Augcnblicklich sclnvebt sie vor ilini,
Nur wie Ncbcl zu vergehen.
Ungewiss in seinem Tracumen Kommt zufacllig ihr’ Gestalt Schoen und reizend doch vcrsclnvindcnd Glcich wie Schatten in dem Wald.
Wie ein Gcspenst verfolgt sic
Ihn und Wchmut dringt scin' Brust.
Und sie allein zu linden Hat er jetzt die einz.ig’ Lust.
Allc Macdchcn dann bemerkend Sucht er sic in jedem Ort Wenn er denkt sie ist gefunden Macht sie oft sicli wiedcr fort.
Junge, suchend nach der Traumsmaid,
Malic acht vor deinem Herz Wenn ein’ falsche ist genommen Giebt es dann selir viclen Schmcrz.
Meine. sic sci scliwer zu linden.
Weil nie dcutlich ist geschn,
Und wcr das rechtc liabcn will,
Nach dem Herz. allein muss er gclm.
Meine nur, es sei viel besser,
Finbildung bleibt sic imnicr ein,
Wie ein’ treue, schocne Traumsmaid,
Als ein' kocrpcrlich' Falsche scin.
—IV. C. IIar[ ster, 'o j.
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