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and sparkles the brightest, and because the ruby is most charming, and the 

 emerald gentlest — the man bought gifts of these all for his wife. 



As the years passed a great sorrow came to them; their only child died in 

 the glory of his youth. In their loneliness there came to these two the longing 

 to help other children, to use their wealth and power to aid the youth of future 

 generations to better and stronger life. They lived in California and they loved 

 California; and because California loved them, as she loves all her children, 

 this man said, " The children of California shall be my children." To make this 

 true in very fact he built for them a beautiful " Castle in Spain," with cloisters 

 and towers, and " red tiled roofs against the azure sky " — for " skies are bluest 

 in the heart of Spain." This castle, the Castle of Hope, which they called the 

 university, they dedicated to all who might enter its gates, and it became to 

 them the fulfilment of the dream of years — a dream of love and hope, of faith 

 in God and good will toward men. 



In the course of time the man died. The power he bore vanished; his 

 wealth passed to other hands ; the work he had begun seemed likely to fail. But 

 the woman rose from her second great sorrow and set herself bravely to the 

 task of completing the work as her husband had planned it. " The children of 

 California shall be my children" — that thought once spoken could never be 

 unsaid. The doors of the castle once opened could never be closed. To those 

 who helped her in these days she said : " We may lose the farms, the railways, 

 the bonds, but still the jewels remain. The university can be kept alive by these 

 till the skies clear and the money which was destined for the future shall come 

 into the future's hands. The university shall be kept open. When there is no 

 other way, there are still the jewels." 



Because there always remained this last resource, the woman never knew 

 defeat. No one can who strives for no selfish end. " God's errands never fail," 

 and her errand was one of good will and mercy. And when the days were 

 darkest, the time came when it seemed the jewels must be sold. Across the sea 

 to the great city this sorrowful, heroic woman journeyed alone with the bag of 

 jewels in her hand that she might sell them to the money changers that flocked 

 to the Queen's Jubilee. Sad, pathetic mission, fruitless, in the end, but full of 

 all promise for the future of the university, founded in faith and hope and love 

 — the trinity, St. Paul says, of things that abide. 



But the jewels were not sold, save only a few of them, and these served a 

 useful purpose in beginning anew the work of building the university. Better 

 times came. The money of the estate, freed from litigation, became available 

 for its destined use. The jewels found their way back to California to be held 

 in reserve against another time of need. 



A noble church was erected — one of the noblest in the land, a fitting part 

 of the beautiful dream castle, the university. It needed to make it perfect the 

 warmth of ornamentation, the glory of the old masters, who wrought " when art 

 was still religion." To this end the jewels were dedicated. It was an appro- 

 priate use, but the need again passed. Other resources were found to adorn the 

 church — to fill its windows with beautiful pictures, to spread upon its walls 

 exquisite mosaics like those of St. Mark, rivaling even the precious stones of 

 Venice. 



In the course of time the woman died also. She had the satisfaction of 

 seeing the buildings of the university completed, the cherished plans of her 

 husband, to which she had devoted anxious years, fully carried out. Death 

 came to her in a foreign land, but in a message written before her departure 

 to be read at the laying of the corner-stone of the great library, she made known 



