Howard Payne Monthly, Volume 1, Number 2, May 1902 Page: 2 of 16
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2 The Howard Payne Monthly.
in the home as well as in the house of
God, whenever it was wise and pru-
dent for her to do so. She has brought
the greatest happiness into her own
home by her bright, happy and useful
life. As fast as her children have
come to the years of accountability
they have come to Christ and enlisted
in his service. For two years and a
half she served as matron in Howard
Payne College, and many a noble
Christian girl is now emulating her
many virtues. For two years, after
the death of her distinguished husband,
at the urgent solicitation of Supt. R. C.
Buckner, she served as matron of the
Orphan's Home Annex, in Dallas, but
retiring, she is now engaged in what
to her is the most pleasing occupation
of hei life-that of teaching daily a
class of bright boys and girls who
assemble at her home.
Though her life has been one round
of unceasing service for others, regard-
less of expense or inconvenience to
herself. She is still buoyant in spirit
and zealous for good works. Truly
of her it may be said as of one of old,
"She hath done what she could."
J. H. GROVE.
The Golden Xod.
Down in the flower-garden many
pretty flowers grow, but one of the
proudest flowers of the garden is the
Golden Rod. Down by tne fence the
tall Golden Rod grows, nodding gaily
as much as to say, "I'm the tallest
flower in the garden." Its branches
are laden with bright yellow flowers
which give it a very majestic appear.
ance. Beneath the Golden Rod, and
near a large rock, is a carpet of
green where the children sometimes
go to play. A large tree stands
near, shading this place; the wind is
blowing gently and the Golden Rod
nods its drooping head here and there.
The sweet perfume of the other flow-
ers of the garden fills the place, mak-
ing it altogether a very pleasant spot.
But who nears this quiet little nook
of the Golden Rod? A miss of eighteen
summers whose name is Marguerite.
Approaching slowly she sits down on
the rock by the Golden Rod, and is
apparently very much absorbed in the
book which she has in her hand. Pres-
ently the book falls into her lap and
she looks dreamily out; then seeing
some daisies near her she gathers
some and begins to try her fortune,
"Love me, love me not, love me, loveme not," and so on. Then she counts
the buttons on her dress, "Rich man,
poor man, beggerman, thief," uncon-
scious that any one is near.
She was sitting thus when she sud-
denly became aware that she was not
alone. She started to her feet and
looked about her. She saw near her,
reclining idly under the tree, Mr.
Loraine, a special friend of her broth-
er's. His gaze was bent intently on
her. She blushed visibly but soon
recovered her composure and said,
"Good afternoon, Mr. Loraine."
"Good afternoon, Miss Colson, will
you allow me to apologize for this
intrusion?"
She looked at him out of her merry
brown eyes and said, "Try and see."
He began at once:
"Well you see it was this way: I
was sitting here under this tree and
saw you come up and sit down by the
Golden Rod. I hope it was not rude,
I was just"-,
"Just what," she demanded with
mock severity, "You must give the
conditions or you will not be for-
given."
"I was just thinking how beautiful
you looked, sitting there by the Gol-
den Rod. Now wont you forgive me?"
The color now mounted to her cheek
and o'er spread her face as she said,
"Really, Mr. Loraine, I don't think
you deserve to~be forgiven, but I sup-
pose, to be real generous, I'll forgive
you-if you promise never * to do so
again."
"I promise," he said solemnly,
"Then may I stay with you?"
"As you like," she replied. A
silence followed which she was the
first to break, "How pleasant it is
here by the Golden Rod."
"Very," he said, "I m sure I enjoy
it, especially in such delightful com-
pany."
"Thank you, but do not turn flat-
terer."
"Indeed, I will not, but have you
heard from your brother lately?" he
asked.
"Yes, I received a letter this morn-
ing; brother is now at Richmond, Vir-
ginia, where he contemplates staying
for some time, and has fallen dead
in love with a bright, young, South-
ern heiress there."
"He has!" he exclaimed, "Well
that's not surprising, I'm already in
love with one here."
"Indeed," she answered demurely,and again picked up her book. A puff
of wind now came *and the Golden Rod
lifted its brilliant banners and nodded
in a very significent manner.
"Oh, Miss Marguerite, will you
never listen to what I have to say?
Why do you not ask with whom I am
in love?"
Because I do not care," she an-
swered with the same demure tone,
but at the same time a blush o'er-
spread her cheeks, dying them a crim-
son hue.
"Will you never listen to me?"
He leaned forward and looked intently
at her. She felt his gaze and turned
a little uneasily in her seat. She was
looking steadfastly at her book. The
color deepened in her cheeks, becom-
ing scarlet as she said, "Why don't
you try and see?"
I cannot describe what followed and
that I will not attempt, but I will say
that when they next caught my atten-
tion,
They were sitting close together,
Her head was drooping low;
He gazed intently at her,
As if to say, "I'de like to Know."
The Golden Rod was waving
Its banners to and fro,
As if to say to passers-by,
"Aha! I told you so.''
Roxv GROVE.
The Dr. Frank D. Boyd Medal.
A communication has been received
recently in which announcement is
made that Dr. Frank D. Boyd, of Fort
Worth will offer a gold medal to be
given in token of distinguished ability
in some line of college work. The
medal is to be known as "The Dr.
Frank D. Boyd Medal" and will be
offered annually.
Dr. Boyd is a leading physician of
Ft. Worth and is well known through-
out the state. He is a member of
the First Bantist church of Fort
Worth and is interested in the cause
of education in Texas. We appre-
ciate this kindness coming as it does
from Fort Worth.
The successful competitor for this
medal will be announced on commence-
ment day.
"It is just beginning to dawn upon
us that a grain of inspiration is worth
many ounces of information: that an
ounce of comprehension is worth
many pounds of aggregation; and t-hat
a single pound of art is worth many
' tons of science."-PRESIDENT HYDE,
of Bowdoin College.
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