The Gavelyte, November 1910

T,he.: G·avelyte. VOL. V. NOVEMBER 1910. The Arch of Experience. BY 'fFRAN.ZINE" "Yet all experience is an arch, where through Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever as I move.'' NO. 9. The fifteenth day 0f September was a day long looked for by Elizabeth Gilmore and one not soon forgotten by her three uncles who always looked up– on it as one of the blue ·-spots in their lives. For on that day Elizabeth, their ''little h·ome maker" as they lovingly called her, started to the city to begin her college course. They had all planned and talked and worked for this for three years, ever since Beth had finished her high school course. Nothing but Westown . Ladies Seminary was considered a proper place in which to develop her powers and it had taken three years of hard labor to provi'de the means. As for Beth, her plans w~re innumerable, her hopes and joy boundless. She had watched so eagerly the action in the world into which she was stepping and had longed so intensely to match her abilities with · those who were enj'Oying privileges that seemed to her the highest. Beth was a girl unacquainted with the w-0rld and the stories she read of college life seemed to her to picture an ideal existence, but wh n she found herself at last on the train, rushing swiftly to– wards the great city that was t o be her future home for four years she wondered a little at her lack of courage and scolded herself for forgetting her <ia~tles she ha<l been building for so long, and in order to beguile the time and restore her confidence she carried on an imaginary conversation in which Elizabeth Gilmore severely upbraided that other girl, so lately revealed, who was shrinking from the experiences of the next few w~eks. But when she stepped onto the platform at the station and found herself - surrounded by a bevy of laughing girls who seemed to be talking all at once she did undeniably feel out of place. And this feeling did not leave her after an hour spent in the parlor at the dormitory. Undoubtedly she was not one of them as she had hoped to be. There was an air about them which she could not analyze so different from her friends at home. She realized with an inward _pang that she was decidedly plain and she knew they saw it too. Still she was hopeful and decided that by watching them she could learn and soon improve. One. group in a corner of the large room claimed her attention almost im– mediately on account of the merry peals ,of laughter which had their origin