s and nights of study, study, study! Nothing but knowledge,
for breakfast, dinner, supper and dreams. And as she looked forward to
the easy senior year and honors which awaited her upon graduation day,
she smiled a little and then waxed serious.

"Me, Chiquita, the daughter of a red devil, mistress of English, French,
German, Russian, Spanish, Greek and Latin. Winner of prizes in
literature, elocution and music, as well as first lady at all class
parties! For two years no function by any great society or college
demonstration has been complete without Chiquita, and this is to be my
last year. Then adios to my alma mater forever--yes, _forever_. It
is little satisfaction to fill one's mind with knowledge. It is poverty.
The mind is dull that is oppressed with wisdom. Chiquita is not as happy
here as she expected. But, ah, happiness will surely come when I visit
the sick, the maimed, and comfort the dying. In that life where the
'medicine man' of the paleface cuts out big chunk in sick man and
pale-faced sister in 'medicine clothes' nurse 'em 'til all well. Ah,
Jack, you told me the 'medicine' story in such simple language that I
understood it far easier than I now interpret the oppressive wisdom
dispensed at clinics or lecture room, by those who fetter themselves to
profound and awe-inspiring dissertations, until human intelligence seems
a fallacy. With this vast amount of knowledge how little we know! But
that reminds me: what will be the theme for my valedictory? There is no
one who can, no one who will expect this honor but Chiquita. And I will
discuss 'Ambition,' something after this fashion:

"'A soul lay fettered at the portals of heaven. The long, winding
stairway reached down into space, through worlds of worlds, and
countless millions ascended toward the great white throne, each
unconcerned as to the fate of the other. On a bier, with body swathed in
burial robes, lay the inanimate clay from which the soul fled after its
imprisonment of the allotted threescore and ten years. Around the bier
were gathered the few of the endless millions left behind, who
remembered the departed a brief season and then became absorbed in the
great race of life against death. Science is constantly establishing new
guideposts in the chaos of obscurity and winning converts to the domain
of enlightened intelligence.'

"There, that is what comes of educating a Ute chief's daughter, and
about six pages of that will be proof positive th