be found for all this, as he had left in good shape, at least as to
money matters. She could easily have told him the cause, but kept her
counsel. It was with difficulty that she could restrain her tears
while he was telling this.
The President congratulated her on the success she had attained in the
seminary, and told of the encomiums he had heard heaped upon her, and
after giving her a pressing invitation to return and graduate at the
seminary, he bade her an affectionate farewell. She was soon aboard
the Pullman sleeper and on her way to the Southland. Being an entire
stranger to every one on the train she had opportunity to read the
account in one of the city papers, which she had purchased, of the
preceding night's events. She was not a vain or egotistical girl, and
the papers' compliments of herself did not "turn her head." She was
only gratified that she really merited these plaudits. She was
grieved, however, to know that she was the innocent cause of the
attempted suicide of the musical director, and of President ---- being
deprived of his efficient services the ensuing term. The lightning
speed of the train soon landed her in her mother's arms, who, with
Simon, gave her a joyous welcome. She had much to say to them of her
seminary life, of the plaudits of the press and people and the farewell
commendation of the President, and when she told them of the attempted
suicide of her music teacher, and she being the cause, she broke down
and wept bitterly. They comforted her by telling her that her next
music teacher would be a lady, and surely that could not happen again.
She whiled away the hours of vacation at her piano or organ or with her
guitar, violin or harp. Several attempts to gain admission to her
society by some of the best white bloods of the city were made, but all
in vain. She always refused, telling them that she was a school-girl
striving for an education, and she would admit nothing that would
detract her from her studies.
Three months soon rolled away, and she bade her mother and uncle
farewell, she hoped for the last time, they showering upon her many God
bless you's and best wishes.
The second and last session of her seminary life was but a repetition
of the first, minus the musical director, and another variation, which
will soon be narrated.
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