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thirty, more or less, victims; also by the well-wont birch hanging within easy reach of her hand. Cer- tainly her method wasn't" Spare the rod and spoil the child." She told me she had been teaching school for two years, but that she was going to give it up some day, not far distant. She did not tell me the reason why, but her dancing eyes and blushing face told their own story; hence 1drew my own conclu- sions and seemed to hear wedding bells ringing. 13. It seemed that some of my dreams were either greatly exaggerated or some of my classmates were in- deed destined to be famous. I dreamed that one evening L'was reading a book of poems, which 1 had purchased that morning. The book had been recommended to me by one well versed in good poetry, who had spoken of the one who wrote the book as the coming poet. Though not quite equalling Shakes- peare, it was said he was yet a rival of the lesser poets. Of course, [was quite anxious to read the works of this new light, and sat down eagerly to do so. Before reading T glanced at the title page to sec if perchance I knew the poet. "David Roger Englar" was the name T saw. Know him? I guess 1did. He had always written poetry at college, but those were merely attempts. These, after reading, I fonnd were truly poems of that soul-inspiring, lofty kind which sets before one high ideals. 1 put down the book ancl began to wonder what he had been doing since he left college. Why, here it was before me; for in putting the book down, it had opened to the first pages, all which was wr-itten, "Life and 'Yorks of the Poet." A part of his lifewas known to me; he had been a student at Western Maryland College,and in the same class with me. After gradnating he had studied Greek and Latin at Johns Hopkins, where he graduated first of his class. He had spent several years in Athens and Home to perfect his languages. and in the latter place, Italy, the land of poets, his old love of poetry seized him and he became its slave. A long list 01his greater poems was given. I was happy to say he had been 111y classmate; but here my dream faded again, to be revived in another. 14. To a large city I had been carried with lightning-like rapidity. Philadelphia I found it to be. Next, I was wandering through corridors and large r00111S,where small beds stood on each side of the wall; of course, 1 inferred it was a hospital 1 had been taken to. The groans of the sufferers were pitiful, but why did they cease to moan and smiles break over their faces? As I looked to the door at the end of the room 8.6 - -