Goshen College - Maple Leaf Yearbook (Goshen, IN)

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AMOS W. GEIGLEY, A.B. Major. Bible East Earl, Pa. great, others will Some people are born to be great. Mr. Geigley may belong to the is no doubt but, former class but Cthere thatj he is typical of the latter. Possessed with indomitable courage and almost excess of perseverance, this man of small stature but imposing brow, knows not defeat. Al- though not brilliant, he attempts much and usually succeeds. His chosen field is eccle- siastical but society and tennis succumb to his efforts and no one is more ready to pro- ject any worthy cause than our unpreten- tious, but dignified Mr. Geigley. GEORGE J. LAPP, AB. Major. Bible Dhamtari, India. After n-early seven years of strenuous. missionary service in Central Province, India. Mr. Lapp came among us and spent his year of rest NJ as a diligent senior. His wholesouled fellowship, cheerful assidu- ousness and natural ability have made him a prominent member of our class. Besides pursuing a regular College course he has helped to win honors for our Alma Mater and given numerous lectures on missionary activities and life in India. ELNORA KAUFFMAN, A.B. Major. Philosophy Goshen, Ind. Miss Kauffman, a daughter of the Hoosier state, completed the Academy course at Goshen in 1908. Since then she has travel- ed to points of interest and taught in the public schools. Kind and courteous, unaffected and sin- cere, diligent and conscientious, she has made a lasting impression upon all who know her. Though practical in all things, she is a dreamer of dreams and we are sure will soon be vitalized into realities.

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GOSHEN COLLEGE RECORD. 21 might have bee11 greatly soothed, but this-her first real sorrow-was too deep to call tears to its relief. Hlllust I give him up, and for Made- line? Was it possible that Madeline would take Edward from her, Made- line who had always been her trusted friend, and who knew that she loved hin1 as she loved her own life. She re- membered now that Madeline had al- ways admired him, but she had never had the least suspicion that her friend would take Edward away from her when the two went to college together. The evening shadows had already deepened when Edith roused herself from the stupor of pain into which she had fallen. Slowly she crept to her room and as she buried her face in her pillow the pain kept gnawing at her heart and the words, HI can't kept repeating themseles over and over in her stupified brain. After a while there was a light tap at the door, but there was no response. Then her sister entered. f'Edward has called for you, Edith. IIe has come home just to see you and is leaving again tonight. He says he must you'7. The name seemed to arouse her. I can never see him again. Tell him so. Madeline has told me , was all she said. After her sister had gone she half raised herself from the pillow as if she thought of following, then she sank back again and covered her face with her hands. No, it is no use. He has only come to tell me that he loves another. I 64 can't endure to hear it from his lips . It would only have intensified the pain at her heart, if that were possible. H lt's no use. No, not eve11 Edward shall ever know how much I love him a11d what I am suffering at losing himn. There seemed to be no peace for her. All night long she lay wide awake and dry-eyed. The days they had spent together were lived over and over again in her thoughts, but they always ended with the present painful sorrow, and the words, 'fl can 't . There were no dreams of the future now as there had been. All the joys seemed to have gone out of life. Nothing now seemed real but the gnawing pain at her heart. Through all this there was no bitter- ness against Edward. Her feeling was rebellion against the fate that had put Madeline in the way of her happiness. As tl1e morning sunbeams began to steal into Edith 's room she again rous- ed herself. She must do something. She could not remain here and meet Madeline and Edward when they re- turned from college bright and happy. She must go somewhere, anywhere, just so she could forget, and never have the wound at her heart rudely touched by thoughtless people. She would go to a hospital and eare for the sick. She had once thought of that work before. Its greatness and nobleness had ap- pealed to her then, but she had given it up for Edward. It was not now the nobleness of the work that attracted her, but this was a way of escape. Several weeks rolled by during which time Edith seemed to live years. From a care-free girl she had grown into a woman who had tasted deeply of lifeis sorrow. Everything remind- ed her of the happiness which was never to return. Then one morning she said to her mother: l'm going away, next week, mother, and if you care anything for my hap- piness you will not interfere with my plansn. VVhy, where do you wish to go, Edith? asked her mother.

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GOSHEN COLLEGE RECORD. 23 t'l'm going to a hospital, mother. '.T':l-1' 3.- cii Cm'- fir'-, gm' rf ,.4 r-4 ,-, H ffl-12 5.-44 ,.,- r--4:2 P444l-1 :JCOP Q+-sf COX Cav-'p-I 'US f-I-Q 47-,,...aO A '32 p-4 f-PV ' rl' I-I' EOE 'Um ,- E50 mC 't ,...,. gqcrqcd O rc NH' 5:5 :sm I-3 lf-i-123 must do it mother . Iler mother said nothing, but being mother she understood. Five years had passed away. Elllfll had tenderly cared for many sick. Many long nights had she soothed aching heads while her own heart was breaking. Many a time had she closed the eyelids of a dead sleeper. Many a weary sufferer smiled as she passed. They turned to her as the sunflower to the sun. Her own sorrows had opened a spring of sympathy within her heart. Everyone felt it, but little did they guess what that sympathy had once cost her. Another evening Edith sat by the window watching the beautiful crim- son tints of a winter sunset. She lived over again her childhood, her girlhood, and then that evening five years ago. All the pain of that night seemed to have returned. t'Shall I never forget? she sobbed. There was a light tap at the door. A nurse entered. HThere has been an accident, Miss Wllite. A patient who is very serious- ly wounded has been brought in. She has called for you . HFor me, who can it be . Edith hastened to the bedside of the sufferer. Suddenly she stood still as if rooted to the spot. Madeline, O how could you? Havenlt you already caused me enough pain? The eyes of the sufferer opened. Don't be hard on me, Edith. I never meant to make you suffer. I did not know you loved him so. I. did not realize until it was too late. But I loved him, too, Edith, I loved himn. Edith did not answer and Madeline continued. 'tC'an't you forgive me now, I need your friendship. I have missed you so much since he is gone. Forgive me, Edithn. Just then a little sweet face by the side of the sufferer smiled up into the nurse 's eyes. HHer eyes are like Edward'sl', said Edith. HYes, Edith . There was a pause and the sufferer continued. 4'Edith, take her. I can't stay here long. All will soon be over and I shall soon be with Edward. But I can't leave her. Take her Edith, and care for her. You always were my friend, ean't you forgive now and take her? The nurse gathered the child in her arms, and as the soft little cheek nestl- ed confidingly against her own she sobbed, Yes, Madeline . The eyes of the sufferer closed peace- fully. Edith clasped the child to her heart and all the pent-up feeling rushed through her being, as she whispered, Someone to love, just to have someone to love7'. And with foregivness the pain in her heart was changed into a gentle sorrow and love.