8 THE ACORN by which all things may be known, I do not say you should strive to know all things. It is not how much we know but the quality of it. We may know too much of what is bad. What we want is to know what is good. Find out God's will pertaining to anything in hand. Then do it. Be assured whether we do things or not. Time passes. "It flies as fast in idleness as in employment. Whether play, or labor, or sleep, or dance, or study, the Sunne Posteth and the Sand Runnes." As sure as we do God's will, so sure will the fruits of the Gospel be found in us. God bids the plants to blossom and they blossom; to bud and they bud; to bear fruit and they bear it; to ripen it and they ripen; and when he again bids them to drop their leaves and withdraw into themselves to rest and wait, they rest and wait. And so sure as we do God's will, that is to say, find the truth of things, so sure will our lives be a success in its every department; and so will our tree be known by the Gospel fruits of Love, Joy, Peace, Long Suffering, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Meekness, Temperance, and finally Eternal Life. Furness (reading his composition) "And the lady got a divorce and sued her husband for all the money." Prof. D. O. McKay "No, no, you mean alimony." Furness "Well, father says it means the same thing." "This cloth is tearible!" exclaimed Furness, as he ripped a seam in his vest. One student says that the man who composed the "Old Oaken Bucket" was a milkman. PRIZE STORY. TWO LOVERS. It was near the close of college that year, when in spite of all the instructors' warnings, Leila and Harry fell in love. Leila was a sweet, blue-eyed sophomore. Harry was a tall, broad-shouldered senior. Of course, they were both well liked at school, especially Harry, because he was a learned graduate. The reason that he fell in love with Leila, he said, was because she wasn't a featherweight. But no matter, they fell in love. At this time of the year, a secret mind-your-own-business feeling pervaded the atmosphere because class meetings were being held. Open books placed erect on the desks, meant something more than study and so did those shy looks which were cast around the room. The professors were more lenient in assigning their lessons because they thought of their own college days and how they enjoyed that spirit. Soon class day came. Leila was very careful in giving her part on the program to say nothing that would in any way "cut" the graduating class too deeply. It was their last year in college and they must be treated well. Harry pondered and pondered over his part. There was just one sentence that might hurt Leila. How could he change it? How could he clothe it so Jack, his rival, could understand it and Leila would not. No possible was could he find. Then he comforted himself by saying, "The sophomore class as a whole are my enemies, but. So he said it. Walking home from alumni class exercises Harry noticed that Leila was I little more shy and quiet than usual THE ACORN 9 Several times he was going to ask the reason, but the though of his leaving to fill his new position so soon, drove the question away. Maybe his departure was what was making her feel so sad. Poor Harry, he didn't think how sensitive a woman's nature is. Next morning at seven-ten, Harry was at the depot already to leave for Denver, where he had accepted a position in one of the leading business houses. Now he had an oportunity to receive the practical work from a great many of his studies. Where was Leila? At home, still wondering if he meant that remark he made last evening for her. No, he couldn't have meant it, he had always treated her kindly. "Then came the independent spirit." "Yes he did; I know he did, or he would not have said it." "Love is to man, a thing apart, 'tis woman's whole existence." The evening after Harry arrived at Denver, he wrote a letter back to Leila, telling her of his pleasant ride on the train and how much he thought he would like his new occupation. A week passed but no answer came. What was the matter? Had she not received the letter? Not until now did he begin to realize something was wrong. Had he offended her on the night of the senior class exercises? The only way he could do now was to write a letter of apology. This he did but no answer came. Business was rushing. He had no more time to think of Leila, if she didn't think of him. Yet, he wanted to return home for a visit; but something happened and he was detained. Oh! how could he wait till Christmas Day to see those pleasant faces and visit his dear old home. And that wasn't all but never mind, business was rushing. Several dreary months crawled along and Christmas came. Harry was at the depot three-quarters of an hour too soon, painting mind pictures of what he would see before the day was over. The train started. Now it was only a few more miles now just a few then a dozen a half dozen four two and only one before he would be home. At last he was in that dear little town walking up Main Street. What was that he saw darting quickly around a corner? What was that just a block in front of him? Did Leila ever have a dress that color? No, no, it was nothing; she never had such a dress out he had one consolation, he was home again. One of the several holiday parties given Harry attended. It was there he learned that "that someone" had gone to Preston to spend the holidays. This was almost too much for him, so he wanted to go to his business. He was sure he did not know when he would visit them again. Two more sets of holidays had passed and conditions were about the same. A few flying trips were made home but they did not amount to much; until one day he accepted an invitation to attend a grand Alumni Banquet given in honor of the class of '03 were just entering the Society. "I must go to that," Harry had said. "I've shunned the company of our dear Alma Mater for years. This will never do. I must go." So he went home. He purchased a beautiful new dress suit and attended the banquet. In the meantime where was Leila? If you had gone into her room before her toilet was made, the morning Harry left for Denver, you would have