Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 229 of 394
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THE GOAL REACHED. 223 with its fifteen hundred students, attentive and vigilant like so many soldiers at their posts. These were girls all the way from fourteen to twenty years of age; girls of every shade of complexion and degree of beauty, or the reverse; bright maidens with latent mischief twinkling in their eyes, of every variety of color and shade; lasses of mercurial temperament, such as keep a household in a state of excitement and tumult, brimming with animal spirits and kit- tenish pranks. Others there were, however, with quiet serenity and dignity of manner, having sweet, clear-cut faces, and gentle ways shining through their countenances; and those, too—let us whisper it—with a suspicion of the vixen and virago; prudes and tomboys, angels and shrews—all mixed indiscriminately in that immense place, gathered for the final act of the school year—the graduating exercises, the distributing of the diplomas, and the departure of the senior class from the halls of learning out into the great world, there to take up their duties as teachers. Among the large number of this class who occupy, on this occasion, the front seats in the chapel, there is one quiet figure, having a pale, delicate face, large, deep blue eyes, and a fair, gleaming brow, shaded by hair of brightest gold, which more than one of the numerous visitors have singled out from her sister graduates, on account of her peculiar loveliness and an indefinite something which seems to appeal to them from the depths of her lovely but rather sorrowful eyes. ° Slight of form, unassuming in manner, but with a dainty, star-like beauty that was almost magnetic in its influence, she sat quietly in her seat until one of the professors announced the ‘‘ Address in French,” as per programme, when she arose, and Miss Star Gladstone at once stepped upon the platform, saluting first the officers, teachers, and guests, then her fellow- students, with a charming little bow and a gracefull inclination of her body. Ebooks =) (E(0) (E(0) =)