know it. What a stubborn little goose I was. I've been I may as well make a complete confession - I've been sorry ever since." "We are going to be the best of friends," said Gilbert, jubilantly. "We were born to be good friends, Anne. You've thwarted destiny long enough. I know we can help each other in many ways. You are going to keep up your studies, aren't you? So am I. Come, I'm going to walk home with you." Marilla looked curiously at Anne when the latter entered the kitchen. "Who was that came up the lane with you, Anne?" "Gilbert Blythe," answered Anne, vexed to find herself blushing. "I met him on Barry's hill." "I didn't think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you'd stand for half an hour at the gate talking to him," said Marilla, with a dry smile. "We haven't been we've been good enemies. But we have decided that it will be much more sensible to be good friends in future. Were we really there half an hour? It seemed just a few minutes. But, you see, we have five years' lost conversations to catch up with, Marilla." Anne sat long at her window that night companioned by a glad content. The wind purred softly in the cherry boughs, and the mint breaths came up to her. The stars twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow and Diana's light gleamed through the old gap. Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road! "God's in his heaven, all's right with the world,"" whispered Anne softly. - MONTGOMERY A PRAYER "OTHERS" Lord, help me live from day to day Help me in all the work I do Must needs be done for "others." PAGANINI He shambled awkward on the stage, the while With clumsy touch when first he drew the bow, Another stroke! Off flies another string! Once more! The third string breaks its quivering strands. And hisses greet the player as he stands. He stands! a while his genius, unbereft, He plays. The one string's daring notes uprise A silence falls; then awe; the people bow, And when the last note, trembling, died away. A LITTLE LETTER FROM JOHN QUINCY ADAMS October 13, 1774. SIR: I have been trying ever since you went away to learn to write you a letter. I shall make poor work of it; but, sir, mamma says you will accept my endeavors, and that my duty to you may be expressed in poor writing as well as good. I hope I grow a better boy, and that you will have no occasion to be ashamed of me on your return. Mr. Thaxter says I learn my books well. He is a very good master. I read my books to mamma. all long to see you. I am, sir, Your dutiful son, We JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. CHARACTER BUILDERS In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. -LONGFELLOW. Look for goodness, look for gladness, You will meet them all the while; If you bring a smiling visage To the glass, you meet a smile. THE SCHOOL ALMANAC APRIL A gush of bird song, a patter of dew, An April day in the morning. SPOFFARD. Among the famous men who have birthdays in April are Henry Clay, Shakespeare, and Thomas Jefferson. CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge that arched the flood,- Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe has long in silence slept: Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; On this green bank, by this soft stream, EMERSON. |