. Argo. clothed in a delicate green, and the crocuses bloomedin front of the Sharon home. Eleanor stood on the veranda, with the rose leaves clusteringabout her head. She was apparently none the worse for the fall through the ice; but thatday on the lake still seemed to her like an awful nightmare. Two pictures kept flashing vividlythrough her mind. One was the cowardly terror on tindleys face as he left her there to drown,and the other was the face of Clark Miller, bending over her, with love and nobility of soulpictured on every lineament. With the advent of spring the fancies of all three h
. Argo. clothed in a delicate green, and the crocuses bloomedin front of the Sharon home. Eleanor stood on the veranda, with the rose leaves clusteringabout her head. She was apparently none the worse for the fall through the ice; but thatday on the lake still seemed to her like an awful nightmare. Two pictures kept flashing vividlythrough her mind. One was the cowardly terror on tindleys face as he left her there to drown,and the other was the face of Clark Miller, bending over her, with love and nobility of soulpictured on every lineament. With the advent of spring the fancies of all three had lightly turned to thoughts of love,and in two hearts there was sunshine and joy. Six months earlier Eleanor could not have toldwhich of the two lovers she preferred—the handsome young society man or the cripple withthe brave heart and thoughtful eyes. But the icy plunge had decided her, and she had chosenhim whose patience and humility she had so long known, and whose love not even death THE ARGO. i 9 i o H5 Story of 11 In the pleasant hind of ,In the shade of PennsylvaniaMany tubes are drawn each year tour tribes assemble,Here associate they freely,And, in dwelling thus together,Learn to know and love each other. But each year the tribes are changing, As the Seniors leave the place, Comes a new tribe here for training And here learning and completing, In its turn goes forth to service. So it is forever changing, 1 bus they come and go forever. Peaceful was the tribe of Freshmen,Herded neath ils enlarge their brain with learning,In the best old Alma Mater:Silly came they to Westminster,Green as is the grass in springtime,Simple were their ways and brainless,Love and hope dwelt in their bosoms. They would truly live as the neighboring tribe of Sophmores,Who made iqio their war cry,Whose war paint was the blue and would gladly joined together1 o defend Westminsters honor,And forget the useless quarrelsI hat
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