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"What's the mere color of a human soul's skin," she had cried to a Wellesley audience and the audience had applauded with enthusiasht closely and intimately in touch with these dark skinned children, their color struck her at first with a sort of terror--it see away and gripping herself lest they should perceive She could not help but think that in s they were as different froroped for neays to teach colored brains andboth to teacher and student With the other teachers she had little commerce They were in no sense her sort of folk Miss Sland of her parents--honest, inscrutable, determined, with a conscience which she worshipped, and utterly unselfish She appealed to Miss Taylor's ruddier and daintier vision but dimly and distantly as some memory of the past The other teachers were indistinct personalities, always very busy and very tired, and talking "school-roo for huhter touches of life and solance of the new books and periodicals and talk of great philanthropies and reforreat as the "Negro Probleht be as a world problee So for the hundredth ti today, as she walked alone up the lane back of the barn, and then slowly down through the bottoms She paused acotton field

"Cotton!"

She paused She remembered hat interest she had always read of this little thread of the world She had alht For aof the vision of Cotton wassea of delicate leaves whispered andaway to the Northward She remembered that beyond this little world it stretched on and on--how far she did not know--but on and on in a great trehty waters would one tilihed iht be a bit of poetry here and there, but lanced absently at the boys

One was Bles Alwyn, a tall black lad (Bles, shea boy "Blessed," save these incoreen stalks and leaves again, and she started to ht not to pass these students without a word of encouragement or instruction