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18. But a gliding, jerky motion (experienced especially when travelling on the Western Maryland Railroad) revealed to me the secret that 1 was riding on a train. By what way 1came here I did not know, but as all my happenings seemed to be done by magic, I put this clown also as the doing of the wonderful genii. Seated in front of me were two persons, a lady and a gentleman. They seemed to be discussing the latest books and their authors; suddenly they spoke a name very familiar to me, Miss Hattie Bnuis, author of the Hew French play, "-," now becoming vcry popular. I listened, well contented to play caves- dropper for this once. It was in a very good cause I thought, and so prepared myself to listen. "Yes," they continued, "she went to 'Western Maryland College and graduated from there, and had always been a splendid French student." This made 111e laugh, for I remembered the many times we girls had made Hattie keep up a conversation in French with Madame; in this way she would take up the period, and we get out of the lesson. Continuing her life, "She had taught school for several ycara, nnrl had gone to France to study the language bette!"." Taking this latter fact into consideration, they said they were seconding the opinion of others when they affirmed that French blood certainly must flow in her veins to enable her to write such a play. I was well pleased to hear the lifeof my classmate told me, especially as it had been such a success. T would have listened to 11101'e,but was hurried away to 19. A small church in a country village. The small flock was waiting the coming of the minister with all the bustle and curiosity of a village congregation. The minister at last entered the side door and ascended the pulpit. I without difficulty recognized my classmate, Winfred P. Roberts, who, having graduated ('1'0111 the Theological Seminary at Westmin- ster, was 110W distinguished by" Reverend." His sermon was simple but touching, and by the cm-ap- tured faces of his congregation I concluded he was much loved by them. Ah! this was to be a second edition of the dream; for 1 was now in another church, a larger one, and it was crowded with men and women. Looking around the assembly I was astonished to see, sitting up front, this very gentleman, and beside him a lady, who, they told me, was his wife; but still 1110reastonished was I when one man arose and nominated the Rev. W. P. Roberts for Presidency. I knew at once that this was the annual - - 89 - -