6 ACORN Winners Dick Calvin seated himself in the large chair by the fire and proceeded to read the letter his wife handed to him. In a few seconds he exclaimed: "By crickets, Kitty, listen to this," and he read the following: "Dear Old Dick You can have that box of candy as soon as I am allowed to return to the city. I believe you and Kate actually knew you would win the bet. Well, "the deed is done." Now don't smile, because you will laugh before you finish reading this letter. I don't know whether to thank you or "spank" you for sending me out here. Dick, my single blessedness will last but a few weeks longer. You can guess the rest. I am sure that you did not think of your sister when you sent me here, and I know she feels as if you did it to punish her. And poor Granny! My, I fear for your straggling locks when she meets you. She will not leave one hair on your scantily-covered head. The dear old lady absolutely refuses to let Kate leave her. It happened terribly sudden. You know such things usually do. I knew that something was wrong with me, because every time Kate appeared before me very quickly I had a sort of fluttering near the heart region. I tried not to notice it, though, really I did. At last things happened and kept happening so fast that I nearly lost my head. Maybe I did lose it, though I tried not to. I certainly made a mess of things. Granny took ill and scared us all nearly stiff. Poor Kate! She just collapsed. She was so excited that she had the entire household as badly frightened as she was. After the doctor left and Granny was easier, that girl went out on the porch, sat down in a chair and deliberately burst out crying. What would you have done, Dick? I can not clearly remember what I did, but before I knew it, my arm was around her and she was weeping on my shoulder. Joy! you should see my lavender necktie the one you gave me Christmas day. It is positively ruined. I can never wear it again; it is so tear-stained. When she began to gain self-control, if she didn't lecture me, deliver me from ever being lectured. She actually had the nerve to accuse me of taking advantage of her because I tried to comfort her. And, Dick, I never even kissed her. Kate admits frankly now that it was not a crime. She said I was "positively wicked" and she refused to stay under the same roof with "such a coward," and a lot of other stuff. Then she ran into the house. I walked about a mile down the road and gently cussed, but soon returned with the intention of packing my duds and skipping the country on the quiet. I reached the stairway, took a deep breath be- ACORN 7 fore ascending and stepped cautiously, holding to the railing for dear life. It was very dark and when I reached the middle landing I heard some one coming down toward me. Who do you suppose it was? That little minx of a Kate. She recognized me somehow and said in a soft pleading voice: "Oh, Mr. Hammond, I am so glad you came back. I I. Please forgive me. You know I didn't mean anything I said. Granny heard all and scolded me. I know I did wrong. Please forgive me." Well that voice finished me. I caught her in my arms and we settled everything right there on the stairs. To make a long story short we are to be married in September. I will give you all the details later. Give my best to Kitty and kiss the baby for me. Kate sends her love to all. I remain, "her" humble servant, Jack." R. I. P., '13. Give the Annual a little support. Beulah, Christ's Sister Spirit On a small street of Salonika, lived Veyovitch, a little black eyed Bulgarian boy. His coarse and simple clothes plainly revealed the fact that his parents were poor. Each day his mother left him, to amuse himself as best he could, while she went into the fields to take the place of his father, who was fighting in the war with Turkey. Veyovitch hated the cruel Turkish soldiers, and often said: "When I grow to be a man, I am going to get a sword as large as all the swords put together and kill the whole Turkish army with one blow." This was contrary to his mother's teachings, but he could not get the hatred out of his mind. It was through the unjustice of these men that his poor mother had to spend most of her time in the fields lifting the heavy bundles of wheat. This had not always been the case. His mother used to play with him in the day time, and in the evening she would tell him the story of Beulah, Christ's Sister Spirit. Then, each morning they would go to the king's garden and see the beautiful white flower which Beulah had kissed. But now everything was different. The last time he saw his father, his feet were torn and bleeding, and his right hand was gone. He was worn out and starving, but still they forced him away from Veyovitch and his mother, to help push the Turkish army back.