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Theodore Tilton

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Parent Issue
Day
8
Month
December
Year
1899
Copyright
Public Domain
OCR Text

Mauy years ago 1 was a frlghtened, bitter, angry little rebel, one of the only two southorn girja in a l&rge seiioül far up ihe Hudson river. It wa? nor very long after the close of our terrible t-i vil war. and the two aiiso' but helpless little oreatures were the victims of the bitter spirit whieh at tbat time was still so strong. Suddeuly the crowd of torinentors was dispersed by a tall, beautiful giii, the aeknowledged queen of the school. She gathered us both into her tender clasp, aud her voice sang like a clarión as she said: "Cowards! Dou't you see their black dresses?" It was euough, aud in a moment the (ide turned, and our persecutora becam our consolers. Our rescuer, our guardián angel, as she became heneeforth, was, a sister of ïheodore ïilton aud was about to gradúate, wuile we had just enterad school. The da.v of her graduation carne, and among the judges was Mr. Tilton. then ín the zeuith of his fáhie, brilliant, haudsome, debonalr, with gracieus words for every oue, but: mauy kind and gentle oues for the sisters, two devoted little worshipers, whose story lie had been told. I was the junior winner of the first prwe for spelling, and never will I forget my thrill of conseious self respect when he said, "The tables are turned, and the little rebel has conquered you." Last spring I was at an afteruoon tea in Paris and was attracted by the ueur or au oía man. who towered above all present like a giant among pygmies. Som e vagrant memory was stirred, so I asked the name of this "grand oid man" and was told that he was Tlieodore Tilton aud that he never perinltted himsplf to be pi-escnted to sti-angers unless. knowing who he was, they themselves requested a presemntion. Doing homage to the spirit wideli prompted such a course, I asked ihat we miglit be ntroduced, and Uien followefl such au hour of pleasaut ruminiseeuces as will not soon be forgoiten. Froiu the beautiful spot upon. the banks of the 'Hudsou where we ürst net we wandered through máriy lands nnd many scènes. 1 had kuown him iret when he was like a giant tra: of he forest in tífe pride and pomp of its 'uil new growtli. I saw him agaiu, ike that same giant tree. which, havng witlistood the warring aud the luffeting of the elements, stood eovered with heavy ïuoss, still straight and strong. above the petty things of ife. but - alone. Today he is the center of a cireie of oviug friends. who, amid brilliancy of ntellebt and height of social positioa, till feel that his presence gives then ionor. Ilis face shows the impreas (f uch agony as few souls have battled with and have lived. but it also shows he courage of the vauquisher of hinielf. So today Theodore Tilton stands, ver lonely, ever aloof. but to the lnst