University of Michigan Law School - Quad Yearbook (Ann Arbor, MI)

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The sun shifted until the window was in shadow and the birds grew still. The breathing grew more strident in the thickening twilight, The boy grew afraid and lighted a dingy lamp, set a big law book on edge to keep the light from Goliath and went back-with a little effort-and knelt again beside the bed. ,i,-i.l...l..-...i...... a Hmbiiiotl .lil-is ' HE mountain peaks rise far above the plain, The path that skirts their rugged heights ' Seems d-ark and rough, nor yet invites The tourist to explore its ways, 7 . And yet within its mystic maze A thousand feet have trod the rocky site, ' And stood at last upon the dizzy slope T That markedithe aeme of an earth-born hope, And Crowned a journey marked by toil and pain. ' ' HENRY ED. NOTHOMB.

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her. now that I cannot. ill thank God for that,-and as for me, Fred, she is proud of me now, wonderfully so, and happy in me. She never was but once before since I was grown, she never could be again. All that could ever come would be discoveryand the heart-break of it for us both. When I have to confess it to her at the Last Day, God will make her understand me and forgive as she couldn't now . The words came in throbs between the p-.roxysms of pain. Fred, only half attentive, was trying with all the faith youth has in the power of will, to force his own pulsing vigor into the failing frame he held. ffLay me back, Fred, and let me look at you . I-Ie saw the boy's eyes very deep and soft behind their tears. No, my boy, I am not afraid of death nor of dying. There is no tragedy about it, and I will not have any. It is all very simple. I have written a letter telling her that I am sick, so she will be prepared a little, and making aconfession regarding my property. She thinks I had some here. She 'would think so in spite of me. It may have been her explanation of the paucity of my remittances. I told her I had mislaid--lost-the sole copy of an unrecorded mortgage, almost theonly resource of a certain poor man. The mortgagor was dishonest-and I stood good for it, of course. f'It is what I would have done in such a case, sir, so I am hardly claiming undue credit. And she will be prouder, sir, in poverty for this, than she would have been with thousands earned by me. Send the letter, to-night, after I am dead -and for the rest-I leave it to your good judgment. My books should bring enough to pay the part of your advance of fifty dollars which my work has not discharged, and yet leave sufficient to send me to my mother. I don't ask you to write to her, to tell a lie in any way, only,-and it will be easy,-do not let her know the truth. I die with the lie to her on my lips,--but God understands. The boy's voice was solemn when he answered: I guess I-Ie'd understand about me, too, and I'll see she never knows . Goliath was still, then, and the boy beside him, looking in his face. The room was quiet, save for thelabored breathing of the sick man and the iiutter of the swallows in the eaves close over the Window. . -

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BRADLEY M. THOMPSON