. Smith College Monthly . night began thus the grandesilence—the great quiet when no word might be spoken—which ended in thechatter of breakfast the following day. His door bore the insignia in metal—the initial of the Virgin in twining let-ters. And there a hand rested a mo-ment on his arm. In chapel tonight I did not pray—I watched you. It was my prayer towatch. Glover had broken the rule. And sothe lean years began. That men watched—it had been hardto shut out, yet had been done, only nowto come tumbling in—graceful enough,but with wreckage in its path—disturb-ing as might have been some st
. Smith College Monthly . night began thus the grandesilence—the great quiet when no word might be spoken—which ended in thechatter of breakfast the following day. His door bore the insignia in metal—the initial of the Virgin in twining let-ters. And there a hand rested a mo-ment on his arm. In chapel tonight I did not pray—I watched you. It was my prayer towatch. Glover had broken the rule. And sothe lean years began. That men watched—it had been hardto shut out, yet had been done, only nowto come tumbling in—graceful enough,but with wreckage in its path—disturb-ing as might have been some stray houri,lilting colorful through the dim, celibatehalls. Pride must have been there always—unrecognized. Else how could priderise—not a thing—a swarm of enemies—thoughts were insistent imps of thearmy of pride—no schooling, no trend,nor prayer nor desperation could with-stand their flooding. Peace gone, andstruggle lost before begun— The lean years began. There may be lean years among ONE STORMY NIGHT Clara Williams Illustration by Helen Hitchcock The doctor came in from his last visita little before eleven. Maria had alreadygone to bed and the house was cold andstill. The wind blew with a melancholyhowl outside, and he felt glad he hadnothing to call him out again into thewintry night. He removed his coat andhat, turned out the lamp, and ascendedthe stairs. How long he had been dreaming hedid not know. He thought he was walk-ing in the orchard with old Sam John-son, and that they were arguing aboutthe location of the new barbed wirefence. He was protesting that fenceswerent essentially necessary anyway,and Sam was maintaining that, since allcows wore bells, they most certainly were. To back up his statements, he leeforth a line of black and yellow Jerseyseach bellowing with the piercing souncof a door bell. Then he awoke and realized that someone was at the door downstairs. His first sleepy impulse was t<turn over and let them ring unh
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