The Weber Literary Journal "Well, what can I do for you," he said without looking up. Gardner felt his courage slipping from him and he found it very hard to say anything. But he must say something, so he began. As he told his story the manager looked very stern and strummed thoughtfully on the desk with his fingers. Gardner explained how it was the end of the month and Monday would be pay-day and that he could pay part of it now. When Gardner had finished, the manager remained silent a moment. Gardner thought he could expect the worst. The manager looked up and noted the look on Gardner's face, smiled, arose and patted him on the back in a fatherly manner. "Don't worry, son," he said, "call around Monday and fix it up. I've been in the same fix myself." Gardner thanked him and hurried back to the girls, who by this time were ready to leave. On their way out Cynthia turned to Gardner and said: "This has been a lovely party, Gardner, I can't tell you how much it has meant to me." "Or to me, dear," murmured Gardner. "God placed in this world of his making Men who rejoice just to labor; Men who would best serve their brothers By using their minds and their bodies; And right by the side of the others He placed there, the good and the humble, That they in their beauty and fairness Might brighten the world for the toiler." HELEN HINCKLEY. 26 The Weber Literary Journal EVENING PAULINE MATTHEWS The sun has left behind it A golden pinkish glow. The birds are homeward winging, And gentle breezes blow. I hear a frog down by the pond, As it croaks so weird and long, While the crickets in the willows Are chirping their evening song. From over the hill just yonder Comes the tinkling of a bell, And 'neath yon blossoming apple tree Two lovers secrets tell. As I raise my head to the lonely star My weary soul finds rest; Of all the hours that God created, I love his evening best. 27