8 ACORN "Yes, I hate them and I win kill them," he exclaimed, and while indignation filled his little heart, he jumped up from the rude doorway of their humble home and ran into the street, half expecting the Turkish army to be there. Then, as if disappointed, he sank to the ground and burried his face in his arms. He had lain there but a short time when someone spoke gently to him. He looked up in astonishment and saw a lady standing near. She was clothed in pure white, and her hair fell in wringlets about her shoulders. Her large gray eyes looked kindly as she spoke to him. "My child, why do you cry?" she asked. "I am sad," he said, and poured out to her the burning hatred he had for those who had wrecked his home. Kneeling beside the little sufferer, she took his head upon her breast, and on smoothing his hot brow, said: "My dear little child listen to me. Years ago there was a great and beautiful garden, and in it were many stately flowers. It was a wonderful garden for it was the place where Christ prayed. In this garden grew a tiny white flower, so small that it was seldom noticed, but every day it raised its tiny chalice toward the sun. When the awful news of Christ's death came to the flowers, this one became sad because they had taken away its brother spirit. You see, dear child, the flower knew that this was Christ, but those cruel and wicked men did not. In its chalice it stored up deadly poison, hoping these men would come from Golgotha tired and thirsty and would stop and drink from the poisoned cup. "My child. I was with Christ while he was on the cross, helping him bear his pain, and I was soothing the sorrowing Mary, His mother when God told me of this tiny white flower and that I must go to it. I found it in the corner of the garden, near the gate. It was a lovely flower and I knew its poison would make all men despise it, but I kissed it and spilled the poison. Since then it has grown tall and stately and is now the Easter lily, the purest flower that grows. "Little brother, I am Beulah, Christ's Sister Spirit and I have kissed you as I kissed the flower, to drive away the hatred that poisons your heart. Be kind and do what you can to love and help everyone. Forget vengeance and always remember Christ's Sister Spirit has kissed you." E. P., '14. ACORN 9 (Continued from Page 4) suits, but the next one was white. Was it Ferris? No, that tall, slim figure was Lund plodding along last. What could have happened to Ferris to make him fail at the critical moment? Pope now led and a feeling of despair came over West as he saw the situation. But were they really beaten? This thought flashed through his mind like lightning. No. Pope was only a few yards ahead and he would win or drop in the attempt. The pace had told on Pope, but it had also told on West. His feet felt like lead and his breath began coming in great sobbing gasps. Still on he ran, his one idea being to overtake Pope before they came to the finish. Both runners were beginning to stagger by this time, but to West each step was a torture. His head felt as if it would burst from a great roaring within it. He did not realize that it came from his schoolmates, who were lined up along the track cheering him on His eyes, fixed on the crimson figure ahead, burned like fire and he wearily closed them for a moment as he forced himself on. When he opened them again that tormenting streak of red in front was gone and a thrill ran through his tired body as he realized that Pope was passed. The race was his if he could only hold out a little longer. The noise in his head sounded louder than ever, but with a super-human effort he rallied his faculties for a last spurt to the finish. He must win. What was that thin white line stretching across the track? Another phantom of his disordered mind? No. It was the tape. He had reached the goal. Stretching out his arms, he tried to grasp it, but it seemed to elude him and danced mockingly up and down in front. His strength was gone and he staggered and fell. Two strong arms caught him and he saw the face of Parks. Then came darkness oblivion. When consciousness returned he was lying in the dressing room with Parks bending over him. "Did I did we win?" he asked. "Win? well I should say we did," answered Parks. "Lund managed to finish third in the mile and we won the relay. That sneak of a Ferris hasn't been keeping in condition and dropped before he finished the third lap. But you well, you'll be the hero of our celebration tomorrow and Harper says he'll see that you get a special medal as well as your "W." Feel strong enough to dress?" West rose slowly to his feet and smiled faintly as the echoes of a yell came through the door. "Sis! Boom! Bah! Wilbur Academy! Rah! Rah! Rah!" S. P., '11.