LITERARY Just An Easter Lily Ellen and Lucile Brown were sisters, but one seldom saw sisters who were so different. Ellen had dark hair and eyes. She was very haughty and often cross and dissatisfied. Lucile was not really as beautiful as her sister, but the clear, blue eyes, which shone out from a face framed in golden curls, told of a woman as good as she was beautiful. As they entered the church together on Easter morning, Lucile turned to her sister and exclaimed, "Oh! Ellen, aren't those Easter lilies beautiful? I know a little child who likes them so much, I must take her some after the services." "I think, Lucile," returned her sister, "you do too much of that kind of work. I really don't see any pleasure in it. You had better come and go auto riding with me." "Oh! Ellen, I couldn't do that, my children would be disappointed if I didn't bring them an Easter lily." Nothing more was said until after the services. Then Ellen begged her sister to go with her, but to no avail. So she decided to go alone. An hour later Lucile emerged from her stately home, with her arms full of Easter lilies and, climbing into a car, drove away to make her little friends happy. No one was too insignificant for this sweet girl, who visited rich and poor, saint and sinner, always leaving behind her a ray of sunshine and love. Meanwhile Ellen continued her ride, calling at the homes of several of her friends, who joined her. Several asked for Lucile, and Ellen replied that she was carrying Easter lilies to poor children. As they rode along the smooth road Ellen was petted and admired to her heart's content by her friends, but somehow today, they seemed artificial and insincere. Just then the car gave a grinding noise and stopped. The chauffeur got out to repair the damage, and, finding it would take some time, Ellen and her friends went to a small house near by. The door was opened by a sweet-faced woman, who, upon hearing of their accident, invited them to enter. The room in which they ACORN 4 found themselves was small and poorly furnished. By the window sat a little girl whose pinched and pale face showed she had been very ill. At her side was a beautiful white Easter lily, on which her eyes dwelt lovingly. "See my beautiful white Easter lily!" she exclaimed, turning to Ellen. "Yes, my child, who gave it to you?" "Oh! my Miss Lucile; she always brings me flowers." Ellen started, but continued to question the child. "Who is Miss Lucile?" "Oh, she's such a beautiful lady with golden hair and blue eyes. When Mother tells me of angels, I think of her. She is very rich and goes around to all the poor children and gives them flowers." "And do they make you happy?" continued Ellen. "Very happy," exclaimed the child. "The doctor says those flowers have made me well. And she looked so sweet today, just like an angel. I call her my 'Angel of the Easter Lily,' because her hair is just like the center of the lily, and her dear face is like its pure white petals." By this time Ellen was crying bitterly. She had not enjoyed her Easter, because she had not thought of others. She saw that the right way to enjoy Easter was to do kind deeds, and not to wear beautiful dresses and hats. A little child had shown her why her sister was happy and she was not. And, dropping upon her knees by the child's chair, she whispered, "If just an Easter lily will make people happy, I shall see that I will do my part in making them happy in the ESTHER THOMPSON, '16. Her Star Performance Sweetly rose strains of beautiful music from within the walls of Herr Frenzel's celebrated violin studio. The star pupil of the old music master was playing her concert piece. The next evening a recital was to be given by the pupils of Herr Frenzel, and every one was sure that the success of the evening would be Margaret Randall. As she finished playing, he murmured, "Ach, if thou couldst only play so well in the recital. So happy it would make me." "I'll try to," she answered, as she closed her violin case and prepared to leave. The next night the Auditorium was packed with loving friends of Herr Frenzel. The program was a varied and excellent one. Margaret's number was last, as a sort of climax.