How like a deserted village it stood! Far away loomed the
mountains, and they, too, seemed to be lonely and deserted.
And yet, I fancied I could see the brooding spirits of the
forests holding their revelries upon the mountain side. Ex
tending still upward and away. my gaze took in the heavens
with its innumberable inlaid platines of glittering gold.
"So far away ! So far !" I murmured, looking at the moon.
"And yet they are all mine to enjoy if I will !" The moon
seemed to smile and say,—"Yes, but there are also innum.'
berable incidents occurring about you every day for you to
enjoy if you will." "Perhaps," I answered, "and yet what
can be interesting in this prosaic place?" "What ?" asked
the moon. "Listen."
"Last night" began the moon, "as my glances fell upon
your little College town, I saw a face at one of the windows
of Old Main. It was a sad face, and I thought I could see a
tear down deep in those eyes that looked up at me for sym
pathy. I was so interested that I watched him for a long
time as he sat there looking out upon the same scene that
you now see, and, I fancy, dreaming. Beside him lay a
letter. I could only see the last page, but that was enough.
It was from his old school friend, Tom, and read,— , your old
time intimate friend, Miss Smith, was married last night.'
'And so,' I thought, 'it is just another case of love grown
old, dead, buried, and forgotten. Why, I see that every
night. And is that all?' 'Yes that is all,' he answered me..
'And what do you care? Nothing! Or what does the world
care? Nothing at all! And she cares? Nothing ! No, not even
a thought! Nobody cares Not one!' 'He paused and sat for
a long time with hiS head bent down. At last raising his
head and looking at me just before a passing cloud hid him
from view, he continued. 'And what do I care? Nothing?
Ah well, perhaps !' But there was a touching little break
in his voice that told me volumes more." C. 'OO.
71aremb--dlrall ,S'kelches