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rom a foolish investment, entirely her own fault, and she is utterly helpless. My parents have no money to spare. There is nobody else but me to support her and the three babies. She writes that a position in the high school will be vacant next year and I ought to apply at once." Miss Thorne sat silent. "And there is no other way?" she asked after what seemed a long, long time. "None," answered Berta. "You will give up the fellowship, your hopes of doing exceptional work? You will sacrifice all your ambition and take up the drudgery of teaching in an uncongenial sphere for the rest of your life?" "Well, I can't let the babies go to an orphan asylum, can I?" demanded the girl brusquely to conceal the pain, "there is no one else, I tell you." The woman rose and put both arms around the girl. "Berta, dear," she said, "you are right. Once I hesitated at the point where you are now. I had to choose between the demands of home and the invitation of ambition. I let the home-ties snap, and--here is my empty room. Now there is nobody that cares." Berta glanced around again with a little shiver. "There isn't any question about it for me," she said, "I've got to take care of the babies. And"--she straightened her shoulders suddenly as if throwing off a weight, "it won't be so hard when I get used to the idea, because, you see, I--love them." Faithful Robbie Belle had found out her refuge somehow and was waiting in the corridor. With that comforting arm across her shoulders, Berta poured out the story of her sudden disappointment. At first Robbie was silent. Then she spoke gently: "But, Berta, you have had the four years at college, you know, and four years are a good deal. There are thousands and thousands of girls who never have even that." "I know," answered Berta, her voice smothered against the convenient shoulder. "And that thought helps--at least, I think it will help to-morrow." Robbie's strong, warm hand sought and clasped Berta's nervous fingers. "All right," she acquiesced cheerily. "Now who do you suppose wrote that epilogue in last year's Annual? "'We go to meet the future, strong of soul, In sunlight or in shadow, holding fast The inviolable gift the years enroll; The Past is ours; nothing can change the Past.'" ***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEATRICE LEIGH AT COLLEGE*** ******* This file should be named 25893.txt or 25893.zip *
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