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Day was breaking above the white buildings of the Negro school and throwing long, low lines of gold in at Miss Sarah S nap, after a night of harroorry Then, even as she partially awoke, she lay still with closed eyes, feeling the shadow of so not to rouse herself and recall its exact for! bang! bang!" hard knuckles were beating upon the door below

She heard drowsily, and drea up of all her doors; but she did not care much, and but feebly warded the bloay, for she was very tired

"Bang! bang! bang!" persisted the hard knuckles

She started up, and her eye fell upon a letter lying on her bureau Back she sank with a sigh, and lay staring at the ceiling--a gaunt, flat, sad-eyed creature, isps of gray hair half-covering her baldness, and a face furroith care and gathering years

It was thirty years ago this day, she recalled, since she first came to this broad land of shade and shine in Alaba with suspicion and squalor around; with poverty within and without the first white walls of the new school hole then with all its helplessness and disappointment had not seemed so bitter as today: then failure ; then it ed urchins, now it one before and the hopes of thousands to colea with the destiny not simply of a county and a State, but of a race--a nation--a world It was God's own cause, and yet-"Bang! bang! bang!" again went the hard knuckles down there at the front

Miss S who could possibly be rapping at that ti air and was sure she caught soown She had brought this rich and rare-apparelled lady up here yesterday, because it was more private, and here she had poured forth her needs She had talked long and in deadly earnest She had not spoken of the endow a quarter of a century--no, only for the five thousand dollars to buy the long needed new land It was so little--so little beside what this wo was repeated louder than before