most rim of the sun was disappearing, and deep shadows were already folding down over the valleys. The links were deserted. "I will practice for a few minutes," said she.

"You won't need the caddie any longer, will you?" suggested John.

Miss Allen heard behind her a sound that unquestionably was like a chuckle. She turned quickly and gave the caddie a look both penetrating and severe. There was an inscrutable gravity upon his face. With great dignity she counted out a handful of change from her pocket-book. As she did so a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. John stooped to pick it up. At the same moment she saw it and sprang for it with a gasp of horror, but already it was in his hand and he had seen it. It was a newspaper cut of himself which had appeared in the Thornton Evening Journal early in the summer, adorning an enthusiastic article on the new country club and its excellent links.

Miss Allen took it with a stifled "Thank you." She dared not look at his face to see whether he had recognized the picture or not. She gave the caddie his pay without a word, and he turned and walked away from them. There was a horrible silence. She took up her putter and placed the ball at the edge of the green.

"Miss Allen," began John, with a portentous solemnity in his voice, "I am going away Saturday. I am going to the Savoy links."

"Oh," said Miss Allen, with icy calmness. She took very deliberate aim and struck at the ball. It rolled past the hole, a yard to one side. She followed it and bent over it again. John came to her side and stood looking down at her.

"The Savoy links are better than these," he said.

She made another stroke. The ball rolled still farther away. Then her composure suddenly forsook her. She gave one helpless glance at his face. The earnestness in it appalled her. She looked over her shoulder at the club-house, and then at John again, and then down at her putter. He came nearer.

"Will you come with me and play on them?" he said.

A vision of her family and her friends rose up before her, but she was not daunted. There was a ring of pride and defiance in her voice as she answered.

"Yes, John, I will.”

As they were walking slowly up the hill toward the clubhouse, he saw that she was looking at him with a very dreamy light in her eyes.

"Well, what is it?" he asked with a smile.

"I was just thinking how classic your profile is, dear," she replied.

How much is written and said about the trials and triumphs of a freshman while she is adjusting herself to her surroundings after her arrival in college!

Difficulties of a Sophomore Her problems are well known in college life and college thought, but what about those other problems equally difficult to solve which the sophomore has to grapple with in the first few weeks of her second year? Think of her position when she first comes back! When she went away she was part of the class which received most attention in college. Every one had been watching that class, comparing it with its predecessors, prophecying its future, patronizing it, giving it parties, helping it out of trouble, and allowing it to waste its time and money in adulation of its superiors; in short it had been the spoiled darling of Smith. It had had, too, the priceless privilege of indulging in any infantine tricks or amusements that it liked. The joy of being naughty was its special and most cherished possession. This lasts for a year. Then follow a few short weeks of vacation, surely not conducive to mental growth, and lo! the freshman returns to college a sophomore. This is no trifling change. To put it briefly, she has changed from subordination to the upper classes to equality with them, and from the adorer, she has become the adored. And the mortifying discovery she makes on her arrival is that really she has descended from a pedestal and become nobody.

It shortly develops that this new position is not a sinecure either. Instead of regally waiting until advances are made to her, she has to make all the advances herself. The terrible responsibility of being nice to the freshmen has fallen upon her. Surely such a complete change of attitude might jar and bewilder any one.

And then if, like a large part of the entering class, she spent her first year off the campus and gets an assignment for her second year, she is as green in campus ways as any freshman and yet must hide her greenness. The first night of her arrival she is seated at dinner at a table full of girls she has never seen before. From their conversation she presently gathers that they are all seniors. On her left is a tall, handsome girl with an appalling society manner, who turns a very stately, cold shoulder on our poor sophomore. Evidently she thinks she is sitting next a freshman. This pleasant consciousness makes the

sophomore anxious to make remarks about "last year" and "generally here at Smith we do this or that," and she does this rather awkwardly. After dinner the senior on her right says chillingly, "I don't think you were very cordial to that poor freshman."

"What freshman ?"

"Why the girl on your left. You didn't speak to her once!" This causes the conscience-stricken sophomore more nervousness, and she spends the time until half-past seven vainly trying to get up courage enough to ask her stately neighbor to dance with her. As time goes on most of the girls she stands in awe of turn out to be freshmen, and she spends her days trying to treat them with proper dignity. The result of this is that her attitude is one of distant patronage, and they all set her down as a snob.

Perhaps she

Nor are her troubles confined to her own house. gets into difficulties over making out her schedule. As she has done this terrible task but once before, she forgets a few minor points, and seeing her looking puzzled, an S. C. A. C. W. girl comes up with, "Can I help you?"

"Will you tell me please"

But at this point the representative of the S. C. A. C. W., seeing her card says, "Oh, you are a sophomore, I beg your pardon," and departs, leaving our poor girl stranded and fairly ashamed to ask her question.

These, in brief, are some of the troubles which await the sophomore. Let her beware of the snares and entanglements her own pride will surely lay for her. And let the rest of the college turn aside occasionally from its preoccupation with the freshman class to spend a little pity on the unheeded, struggling, ignominious sophomore.

FANNY HASTINGS.

ASPIRATIONS

A beautiful face, and a longing

To see what lies below,

To find and to fathom the treasures

That make it so.

A beautiful voice and a striving
To be in sympathy

With all that its tones are revealing
So tenderly.

A beautiful life and a hoping

Its blessedness to share,

To learn and to live the God-life

Reflected there.

RUTH STEPHENS BAKER.

It was a very warm day. The woodbine over the porch looked hot and languid, and its leaves hung heavy and exhausted. Betty was sitting in their shadow Her Dress shelling peas. Her small face was flushed, and her hair clung to her forehead in little, damp rings. Inside she could hear the thump thump of a flat-iron. She wondered idly how her mother could be so energetic. She frowned.

"I just hate to shell peas," she said, "and I hate to be hot, and I know mother won't let me have a new dress for Flora Lee's party. And Jane has such a pretty white one. I want a white dress. Shan't get it though."

"Betsy," came a voice from the darkened kitchen, "aren't those peas most done?"

"Yes'm," answered Betty, "they're all done," and she got up and came into the kitchen with them. Her mother stood by the ironing-board. On a table near her stood a row of stiffly starched pantalettes, like little towers.

"I've been thinking," said her mother, as she added another pantalette to the row, "that you may have to have a new dress. There's Flora Lee's party, and you haven't anything real nice to wear."

Betty's moist little face beamed.

"Oh, mother!"

"So we'll get you a pretty new print. It will be fresh for the party, and then it won't be too nice for you to wear common afterwards. Mr. Pease had some very pretty print with little roses on it."

The face fell.

"Mother, couldn't I have a white dress?"