8 THE ACORN she picked me up and kissed me she was so happy. Then she wrote under my top collar; 'To my dear teacher, Miss Grant, from Maggie' she hadn't even looked under the other collar. She took me in her hand and crept softly along the halls of the Orphanage until she came to a pretty room. The door was open, and she laid me carefully on a little table, knocked on the door, and ran away. Miss Grant looked under my collar as soon as she saw me. 'From Maggie!' she said, 'the dear little girl. How she must have worked to save so much money.' Then she looked under the other collar, read what was there, and smiled. 'Come,' she said as she heard another knock. It was the doctor who came in instead of Maggie. 'A Valentine?' he asked. 'I have another for you. Why, Florence, where did you get it?' She held up my collar and let him read. Then turning up the other one, he saw his own writing. 'So that's why she wanted it', he said smiling, 'I bought you this one because it is the only one I could get to match that one.' While they were talking, a nurse came in. 'Please come quick, doctor,' she said, 'Maggie's taken another bad spell. We've got her in the ward'. 'May I go too, Paul?' 'Yes, Florence,' he answered and they hurried along the hall, until they reached the ward. The little girl turned and smiled at them as they entered. 'I'm better, really I am,' she said weakly as she took her medicine without a murmur. All night they watched; and as the first sun rays appeared on the neighboring mountain tops she fell asleep dead. Soon afterward Miss Grant went to live in the doctor's pretty house; and here I have stayed ever since. Today, little Maggie the doctor's little three year old Maggie, took me from the mantle, and after rumpling, crumpling, and tearing my face threw me in here. I can hear some one coming". We shall all be put into the fire and die together. There, you have heard my story." 'What's this?' asked a voice. 'Maggie's Valentine?' and stooping he picked up the old valentine and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles. 'Poor little Maggie,' he said. He put it in a box with a picture of a little cripple girl and locked it away in a drawer. Then turning to the fire he emptied the waste basket, and threw another log on the glowing coals. 'Good bye,' shrieked the blazing envelope, and the valentine, from its corner in the drawer, answered softly, 'goodbye.' Sarah M. Williams, '06 THE ACORN 9 In Memoriam Sleep on, sleep on, thy rest be calm. Sleep on, oh noble Washington, While to thy memory ever live The tokens, which, today we give. Sleep on, sleep on, no harm shall come, To mar thy rest, oh Washington. Ring softly, bells, ring sweet and clear, Our Hero's natal day is here. The crackers sound, the cannons boom, Their echoes drive from us the gloom Of darker times, and brighter rays Burst from our hearts, in love and praise. Oh Washington, of thee we sing Our praises now to thee we bring. Sleep on, sleep on, thy crown is won, Sleep on, our noble Washington. S. M, W.