Weber State University - Acorn Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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gfte ACORN |[ P»ge 1-4 from that evening, only at his meals, and when lie appeared his brow was heavy and his eyes sunken, lie was working under some heavy strain, lie had become a changed man. One evening he came into the living room, his eyes seemed to be set in their sockets, and there was a tremor in his voice as he addressed his re- marks to Alma. Conic to my room. 1 have something 1 would like you to see.” he said. Alma followed. Entering the room. Kent advanced to the west end. where a sheet hung on the wall, lie lowered the sheet and there Alma beheld the portrait of a woman. She was beautiful and the expression in her eyes seemed to touch his very heart and leave there a feeling of peace. Was Kent the genius who had painted that picture? Was he a master artist? Mv mother.” Kent said, then turned to look out of the window to hide the Hush that came to his face. I'm going to place it in the exhibit tomor- row—you know it must be there. There’s only one man who can place his picture higher in the hall, but he shall never have a chance to do it. Xo man shall place his picture above my mother, for she belongs next to heaven. Alma knew his intent—he would destroy the picture of his competitor and place his own in its stead. But why should Kent fear? Xo picture could triumph ovci the one he beheld before him. That evening Carlson left the house in the direction of the college. Alma followed him. Kent was in the art room when Alma entered, but was so bent upon his purpose, he did not realize the presence of any one in the room. lie lit a match, walked to the picture that hung on the wall, then a half guilty, half satisfied laugh broke from him. Xo, I guess this picture will never hang above my mother. and he raised his arm to cut it into strips. The soft strains of the “Evening Star broke in upon the calm still of the night and the weapon fell to the floor. “My God, would I have done it? Would I have done another deed to match the one when 1 put explosive powder in my friend’s boat that mine might win the race? Is there any honor left?” and the big fellow reeled and sank to the floor. The mystery of his life and been revealed. Alma turned on the lights. Kent got upon his feet. Boy you saved me. he murmured. Then the thoughts of the tempta- tion he had placed in the boy’s life came to him, when he put the money in the President’s reading room, and had watched through the office with satis-

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Page 13 || Sfte ACORN would his people feel if they discovered a thief in the family? Was this the result of the teaching he had received? From whom had he taken the money? Was it from the President of the College? Yes. he had taken it from the man who at the present time was doing more for him than any other person in the world. He whirled to put it hack in its place, but stopped dead still before he had taken ten steps. Maybe the President had returned and discovered the crime. How could he face him and return the money? Who had led him to do this black and evil deed? Could he trace it back to Kent Carlson? Yes, Carlson had said the first word that had started him on his way. Here he resolved to shake off Carlson and live a square and perfect life. Hike a black thief, visiting the place of his most noted crime, he retraced his steps and put the money in its place. He went into the office. Yes, he could do the square thing yet. The President had returned and was examining some books. As Alma entered he turned and looked him square in the face, with searching eyes. Had the President seen him take the money? “What can I do for you. my boy?” he asked. Alma’s voice quivered as he replied, “I’d like to get a job to help me finish my school work.” “Well, you shall have one. Take this card and you can be put to work in the office of Jones Jones any time you like. By the way. we are starting an advanced violin class in school for those who have had training. Would you not like to join?” Alma thanked him and told him he would think about the violin course. With the help of the President he purchased a violin, and the evenings that used to be spent with the fellows was spent in the music studio. 11 is whole soul was thrown into his music, he advanced very rapidly and soon began to write his own compositions. He would take his violin in the liv- ing room in the evenings and there entertain the family. This led Kent to stay at home in the evening. Alma’s music seemed to have a great in- lluence over him. One evening Alma surprised the family by playing his best and latest composition. “The Evening Star. Kent rose from his chair, came slowly over to Alma, and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t play that composition when I'm around; I can’t bear to hear it, it reminds me of home and mother and her parting words, when she said. ‘Live an honest life, my boy. for you have honor in you.’” I his was all he said, and quietly left the room. Very little was seen of him

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Page 15 UAe ACORN lied eyes, as the boy took the money from its place. ” ’Twas more than I dod for you. ' “What do you mean?’’ Alma huricdly asked. “Von name should be carved in the halls of honor. 1 want you to keep that twenty dollars I gave you; it’s the only square things I have ever done in mv life.” Then the awful admission, I placed that money in the I‘resi- dent’s office and would have glorified in your fall.” Alma was stunned for a moment by the man’s confession. Is there any honor in this man?” he said to himself. Then the inner man that speaks said. “Yes, though a man may fall, lift him up; there's good in every soul.” lie reached out his hand, the big man caught it. then grasped the boy to his breast. “I’ve triumphed over sin. and boy, you are the winner.” A life long attachment had been formed, but no more did the young unsullied soul look for light to the man with polished manners, for Alma had become the ideal of the weaker man.