felt that all has work had been in vain. lie tried to paint another picture, but his soul would not enter into the work. The heavy sadness threatened to drive him into desperation. His old haunts did not appeal to him now. He was not the same, and he knew it. At last he decided it was perseverance he had lost. He determined to regain it. He decided to begin a new picture and to complete it. He began, but his work seemed tiresome, and when the picture was completed he was not pleased. "What is the trouble?" He asked himself that question and the answer came, "My work does not delight me. There is no soul in my pictures. The life is gone." He was awakened from these thoughts by a gentle voice. He looked up into a woman's face; she was neither young nor beautiful, but her face wore a sweet, motherly expression. "Mr. Winters, the artist?" she asked. He nooded. "Mr. Winters. I should like you to paint me a picture. My only son is going away to school. I want a picture to hang in his room- a picture of the Christ Child." "I understand," he answered briefly. "The Christ Child." Then he repeated. "The Christ Child." "You will paint it, will you not?" she asked. "1 will try." he answered, "but things are not the same as they were before the fire; yet I will try." After she had gone he began to wonder. What did the Christ Child look like? He had forgotten. What was the vision that he had seen at his mother's knees when she told him of the Child Jesus? Gradually the vision came back to him-his childhood's dream of the Christ. He determined to place it into the picture for the sake of this mother and for the sake of the mother he had known long ago in the home of his childhood. He worked his dream into a picture. He hoped, he prayed, and when it was done he knew that it was the work of a master. The day came when Morace was to part with his picture. He arose early and watched the sun rise. "It is a new day-new hope. How strange," he mused, "and thus it has been with me-a sunset when I began to doubt that God had blessed me. a night wherein I groped about blindly and. not finding what 1 sought, determined that I had lost it. But now comes the sunrise of hope. How wonderfully I have been blessed. I have lost nothing-I have found faith." EDITORIAL STAFF. IRVIN NELSON,EDITOR IN CHIEF MYRTLE YOUNG, '12........................................ASSOCIATE EDITOR FLORENCE YOUNG, '12..LITERARY AND PHUNISM EDITOR PETER KASIUS, '12..........LITERARY AND PHUNISM EDITOR EDWARD BINGHAM, '12......................SCHOOL NOTES EDITOR OKA ENSIGN. 13..........................ASST. SCHOOL NOTES EDITOR LEONE ENGSTROM, '11 ......................... ALUMNI REPORT PORTER, '12 ............................................ATHLETIC EDITOR IVA STEERS, '13................................................EXCHANGE EDITOR ETHEL DALSTROM, '14..................ASST. EXCHANGE EDITOR LYNNE LUNDBERG, '13............................................STAFF ARTIST LELIA RAMSDEN, '12........................SENIOR CLASS REPORTER MINNIE NELSON, '13........................JUNIOR CLASS REPORTER JOSEPHINE WADE, '14..........SOPHOMORE CLASS REPORTER NORMA NICHOLS. '15..............FRESHMEN CLASS REPORTER BUSINESS STAFF. GILBERT H. BALLANTYNE, '12..............BUSINESS MANAGER LYMAN GOWANS, '12..................FIRST ASST. BUSINESS MGR. CLARENCE McCUNE, '12........SECOND ASST. BUSINESS MGR. LORENZO RICHARDS, '14........THIRD ASST. BUSINESS MGR. LLOYD MILLAR, '13..........TYPIST AND 4TH ASST. BUS. MGR. VOLUME NINE NUMBER FIVE PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE WEBER ACADEMY OGDEN, UTAH