Part 48 (2/2)
Such a wonderful year! Revisiting his old haunts; attending lectures together in the Gerreat libraries; and reat men of his profession at dinner! Then, bethiles, we had the best art and music thrown in!
Ah, those are the only real luxuries wefor! Indeed, to us, they are not really luxuries Beauty is a necessity to so perfectly ithout it and, therefore, wonder e cannot too
Carl's book had already been discovered over there--that is perhaps the only reason it was discovered later over here--and every one was so kind about it We felt quite important and used to wink at each other across the table ”Our” book, Carl always called it, like a dear His as my work now--his ambitions, my ambitions; not just emotionally or inspirationally, but intellectually, collaboratively And that made our e We had fallen completely in love with each other For the first time ere really one Previously we had been y so together for soreater and more important than either! That is whatto endure--not lad years, followed by drab duty and dull regret, but for a happy lifetireat compensation for the professorial life
What a joy it was tothat rosy-sweet early period of our union to watch Carl, like a proud rew and exfoliated--like a plant that has been kept in a cellar and now in congenial soil and sunshi+ne is showing at last its full potentialities Throughthe full stature of a lad that even his dear dead ht that to pass
His wit becaenial People who once irritated now interested him Some who used to fear hiraduates who had hero-worshi+ped this former tennis champion, they now shyly turned to him for counsel and advice He was ues and treated the boys as though they were men of the world too--for instance, he never referred to them as boys
”I wouldn't be a damned fool if I were you,” I once overheard hi froy
More than one he took in hand this way; and, though I used to call it--to tease him--his rew fond of these frank, ingenuous youths We used to have the--often e could not
None of this work, it ue or provided for in the annual budget; and yet it is often theservice a teacher renders his students--especially when their silly parents provide them with more pocket money than the professor's entire income for the support of hinity
”Your husband is not a professor,” one of the!”
After the success of our book ere called to another college--a full professorshi+p at three thousand a year! Carl loved his Alma Mater with a passion I sometimes failed to understand; but he could not afford to reue promises of future favor He went to the president and said so plainly, hating the indignity of it and loathing the whole system that ladly have raised all the salaries if he had had the ed Carl to stay, offering the full title--e of twenty-five hundred dollars, with the promise of full pay when the funds could be raised
Noe had dee, two persons could live on fifteen hundred Therefore, with twenty-five hundred, we could not only exist but work efficiently So we did not have to go
I look back on those days as the happiest period of our life together
That is why I have lingered over theht prospects, perfect health, the affection of friends, the respect of rivals--what more could any wo And now that, too, was to be ours! However, with children came trouble, for which--bless their little hearts!--they are not responsible Were we? I wonder! Had we a right to have children? Had we a right not to have children? It has been estimated by a member of the mathematical departe professors of America is entitled to just two-fifths of a child
Does this pay? Should only the financially fit be allowed to survive--to reproduce their species? Should or should not those who may be fittest physically, intellectually and e and responsibility of taking their natural part in deterenerations, for the evolution of the race and the glory of God?
I wonder!
(_Boston Transcript_)
A PARADISE FOR A PENNY
MADDENED BY THE CATALOGUES OF PEACE-TIME, ONE LOVER OF GARDENS YET MANAGED TO BUILD A LITTLE EDEN, AND TELLS HOW HE DID IT FOR A SONG
By WALTER PRICHARD EATON
War-time economy (which is a much pleasanter and doubtless a more patriotically approved phrase than war-tiardener At first I did not think so
Confronted by a vast array of new and e a wall fountain, and other features of a new garden ambitiously planned before the President was so inconsiderate as to declare ithout consulting me, and confronted, too, by an empty purse--pardon me, I mean by the voluntarily iues, like Niobe amid her children, and wept (Maybe it wasn't amid her children Niobe wept, but for them; anyhow I re, i! How you sang to me of sedums, and whispered of peonies and irises--yea, even of German irises! How you spoke in soft, seductive accents of wonderful lilacs, and exquisite spireas, and sweet syringas, murmurous with bees! How you told of tulips and narcissuses, and a thousand lovely things for beds and borders and rock work--at so much a dozen, so very much a dozen, and a dozen so very few! I did not resort to cotton in s happened I got a letter from a Boston architect who had passed by and seen my unfinished place; and I took a walk up a back road where the Massachusetts Highway Coh to ”improve” it The architect said, ”Keep your place si to do--but the best” And the back-country roadside said, ”Look at rew me; I'm really and truly 'perfectly hardy'; I didn't cost a cent--and can you beat me at any price? I'm a hundred per cent American, too”