. The Sweet Briar Magazine. and charge he did;ah, hes a bright boy, Wako is, and well named. The stout, ease-loving banker sat in his private office oncemore, the electric fans lifting his few cool hairs in a mostpleasant manner. Chicago was becoming almost insufferable;how refreshing it would be to have an iceberg come sailingthrough the great plate glass windows bringing its strangechill of icy breezes! Just then his phone rang, it was atelegram from Mayard; carefully he repeated the words: Dear Dad, come up and be cool with me, I want you tosee my seal. THE SWEET BRIAR MAGAZINE 203 Seal! ej
. The Sweet Briar Magazine. and charge he did;ah, hes a bright boy, Wako is, and well named. The stout, ease-loving banker sat in his private office oncemore, the electric fans lifting his few cool hairs in a mostpleasant manner. Chicago was becoming almost insufferable;how refreshing it would be to have an iceberg come sailingthrough the great plate glass windows bringing its strangechill of icy breezes! Just then his phone rang, it was atelegram from Mayard; carefully he repeated the words: Dear Dad, come up and be cool with me, I want you tosee my seal. THE SWEET BRIAR MAGAZINE 203 Seal! ejaculated the banker, why the boy has wonsome medal or foolish emblazonry for making the bestcollection of northern mineral specimens. I must go, ofcourse, if my son needs, or wants me. That same evening the president was seated in a north-bound train reading his newspaper; he smiled blandly, forhe was reading that his Mayard had made a brilliant andsatisfactory collection for the magnificent new museum. Lucile Marshall, 264 TEE SWEET BRIAR MAGAZINE DatnD anD 3[onat!mn Stir and excitement were rife thru the domain of Israels monarch;Shoutings and clamor sounded loud in the ranks of the well might there be exultation, for David had slain the Saul sat alone with his son in the palace in earnest communion:Jonathan, who is the youth who hath slain to-day mighty Goliath?Merely a stripling he seems, a shepherd boy just from the pasture,Yet fearless and brave as tho spent he his days in the front of the , my father, I know not whence cometh the lad, nor his father,But verily marvelous courage is his, and the loftiest spirit,Else would he not have accepted this challenge which frightened thy hosts so,That never a warrior came forward to combat for Israels had he uttered these words when Abner appeared in the doorway,Leading with him the boy, still fresh from his recent triumph,David himself, in his hand the head of the giant gripped
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