sympathies were so wide, she looked as if she 

 could embrace the world, and I know that is 

 how she felt. I think only one such woman 

 may be born in a century, and one of her many 

 attributes was that she caused herself to be 

 appreciated in her lifetime. Her light was so 

 bright that she could never pass unobserved. 

 To me she was the axis on which the world 

 revolved. We knew each other only by name 

 until not much more than a dozen years ago, 

 but from the first moment I felt at one with 

 her. I never wondered why or questioned 

 the fact; it was just there. All that she did 

 was perfection in our eyes. What a happy 

 time we had together that month of August 

 when we went motoring to Inverness and 

 through the Pass of Glencoe. She so loved 

 the mountains. "Oh, those mountains!'' 

 That was what she exclaimed every few min- 

 utes. So you remember, or rather, can you 

 ever forget? 



— Tomina Dalziel Jackson. 



"He that loveth his brother abideth in the light." 



Some months ago a traveling circus com- 

 pany through stress of misfortune disbanded 

 in Wilmington, and one of its employees, a 

 young Spanish woman, a lion-tamer and yet a 

 Christian, was left penniless. For several 

 months she lived alone in a little tent on 

 Wrightsville beach and gained a precarious 



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