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SUMMER— AN AQUARIUM STORY. 



Mark Samuel. 



Which do I prefer, summer or 

 winter ? 

 Why, summer to be sure. 



Winter with its dark bleak mornings 

 gives me no chance for those early 

 rambles so delightful after bending for 

 hours over a type- writer in the close 

 confinement of a city office. Then again 

 there are so few out-door pleasures 

 which a girl can enjoy alone. 



In summer all nature is in her happi- 

 est mood, her rich life, glow and beauty 

 seem truly to " reflect an image of 

 heaven." At such times an unfathom- 

 able longing steals into my heart and 

 life seems real and full of promise. 



Look where I will, every form, no 

 matter how minute, seems courting that 



inquiry which rightly followed will 

 surely lead to great results. It matters- 

 not where one goes, or what one sees, 

 be it on the shores of mighty ocean or 

 in the midst of piney woods, all breathe 

 one answer: "Seek and ye shall find." 

 But, there ! I am getting sentimental 

 again, and Charlie says that will never 

 do for a stenographer. It's unbusiness- 

 like. u Stuff," I can hear him say. 

 " Give me polo, billiards and baseball in 

 summer, with the spirit and snap of 

 trade in winter, and all that goes to make 

 one's blood tingle in the great race for 

 power and for wealth ! " 



Per— -haps ; but strange to say the 

 popular answer even among men, is 

 always in favor of summer, with whose 



