Going Back 



up completely in the belief that he had 

 rendered an actual service to one who 

 in the twinkling of an eye had thus 

 strangely become invested in his sight 

 with attributes not possessed by any- 

 one else. And for a long time after that 

 not even his pet dog nor pony meant 

 as much as she! He was glad that he 

 had frozen his ears in such a worthy 

 cause, and would have done the same 

 thing again, maybe even more, if 

 occasion had offered in an environment 

 so nearly barren of dramatic pos- 

 sibilities. 



Thus was another little step in a 

 boy's education taken, and the sound 

 of that last angry howl of the Lake 

 Michigan gale tearing by my book- 

 room window tonight recalls the picture 

 of two children fighting their way one 

 winter afternoon from an old brick 

 school-house, that may be standing 

 yet, to their neighboring homes out- 

 side a town that was once the world 

 and all to both of them. 



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