. Mary Baldwin Seminary Bluestocking 1903 . ove-enraptured gaze. Poor little portrait, do you think that youCould catch the glimmer of her beauty rare. And show the whiteness of her satin skin,Or burnished tinting of her golden hair ? O little rose, the happy life you led! You lived and died within her perfumed was Gods flower, and blooms again for him. Perhaps you, too, have been transplanted there. Marie Clarke Brunson. To Mr. H. L. Lang, to Mr. AristaHoge, to Mr. H. D. Murray, and to Shultz, who kindly offered prizesrespedtively, for the best story, the bestessay, the bes
. Mary Baldwin Seminary Bluestocking 1903 . ove-enraptured gaze. Poor little portrait, do you think that youCould catch the glimmer of her beauty rare. And show the whiteness of her satin skin,Or burnished tinting of her golden hair ? O little rose, the happy life you led! You lived and died within her perfumed was Gods flower, and blooms again for him. Perhaps you, too, have been transplanted there. Marie Clarke Brunson. To Mr. H. L. Lang, to Mr. AristaHoge, to Mr. H. D. Murray, and to Shultz, who kindly offered prizesrespedtively, for the best story, the bestessay, the best poem, and the bestdrawing for the Bluestocking of 1903,the editors extend hearty thanks, alsoto the judges who made the decisions. The prize for the best story, TheSon of Ahimiel, was awarded to MissMary Eppes Robertson; for the bestessay, The Childrens Poet, to MissCornelia Morgan ; for the best poem, The Presence Invisible, to MissBlanche Adair ; for the best drawing,the Poster frontispiece, to Miss MaryVirna Colby. The Son of T was a cold gray morning in November andall the world lay bleak and bare before thedying of the year. In spite of the cheerlessday, a great crowd had gathered at a certainAmerican city to see the steamer Loyd as sheprepared for her outward voyage. A confusedhum of voices, happy and sad, rising now andthen to a maddening din, greeted the ear, andfinally as the ship swung from her moorings,the noise lessened, the last farewells wereshouted, and the busy throng made ready toreturn to the life of the great city. There was one in the crowd wholingered long, very long, who watched until a figure on the vessels deckcould not be seen, until the ship had become a mere speck, and then witha weary sigh, he turned and wended his way back into the heart of thecity. And the figure on the deck, that of a fragile girl with brown eyesand a sweet sad mouth, watched as she stood beside a tall dignified man,until the last bit of land faded from her sight, and
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