“It is all finished now,” she said. She, too, had arisen, and was standing against the door, looking down and speaking in the monotonous tone of someone reciting a lesson. “I have decided, and I shall go to my father, and I shall say, ‘I have deceived you; I have neither courage nor honesty. There might have been an excuse for another girl--a girl who did not understand you or who did not love you, or who did not know just how much her success meant to you. For me there is none. I, who knew how strange the idea at first seemed to you of your daughter’s being an educated, accomplished girl; I, who knew how little by little the idea became a passion with you, how proud and how fond you were of her, how you worked and prayed that she might be something different and better than the rest--I, who knew all this, have still deceived you. There is but one thing I dare ask you, Will you not let me go back to the mountain with you, and serve you and be to you the daughter I have not been as yet?’” She stopped suddenly and looked at Miss Arnold. “That is what I must do, is it not?” she asked, dully. Miss Arnold went over to her. “That is what you must do,” she said, gently. It was almost two weeks later when Miss Arnold, coming in from a long walk, found a letter lying on her table. It bore an unfamiliar postmark, and the superscription had evidently been written in great haste or agitation. She tore it open with a feeling of apprehension. “My punishment has come upon me,” it ran. “My father is dead. I got a telegram at Denver--they met me at the foot of the mountain. I cannot say anything now. As yet I have but one thought and one comfort--he never knew! Think of me as you will--I am glad he never did! “E. O.” TIME AND TIDE It was the usual scene at College theatricals. There was the inevitable six-foot tenor in a white muslin dress, abnormally long blond plaits, and a high falsetto which _would_ descend every now and then into a barytone; and there was the German bass-villain who took unpardonable liberties with the tenor-maiden, considering the latter’s muscular superiority; and there was the wicked and beautiful maid with very much blackened eyebrows and very much rouged cheeks, who forgot every now and then and winked knowingly at some particular chum in the audience; and there were the usual hitches in the curtain, and the heat and lights, and crowds of students and rapt young women from neighboring institutions of learning, who were gazing with mingled admiration and pity at the wonderfully large hands and feet of the prima-donna and soubrette.